beauty should be like this

Should people living in society be divided into different categories?

Zuo Yu, who thinks he doesn't dislike the poor and loves the rich, seems to be unable to escape this problem in terms of love.

If he treats a girl from a similar family like a panda, he is more relaxed in his heart, and he only needs to use his attitude to please them.

If the gap between them is too big, then the other party will inevitably follow Zuo Yu's ideas and accept his material improvements.

Zuo Yu always thought that Wen Qianyu was the latter, even if it was a man, he couldn't help thinking of him as the latter.

Until this day, I was scolded by the public in the shopping mall.

It is conceivable that my aunt's gift was not bought well, and the family gathering at night was also of little interest.

Yang Rong was always happy to see her son, and praised her son vigorously in front of her relatives: "I feel relieved when Xiao Yu returns to China this time. This kid is indeed a bit naughty, but he is smart. The only thing that worries me now is The question of marriage..."

"Mom, it's my aunt's birthday today, can you stop talking about unnecessary things?" Zuo Yu was worried.

"Is this unnecessary? Today your aunt asked me when I would bring my girlfriend to celebrate her birthday." Yang Rong stared.

"I'm full." Zuo Yu put down his chopsticks and ran to the living room to watch TV to avoid annoying interrogation from his relatives.

The giggling laughter behind me is really annoying.

Zuo Yu leaned on the sofa and sighed. He had to admit that his frustration had something to do with Wen Qianyu. He didn't think he was a bad person, and hurting other people's self-esteem was also not a pleasant experience, but...he said it wrong today. What are you talking about, a big man likes to wear women's clothing, so no one else is allowed to say it?

This heartless guy was aggrieved, and found that his WeChat had been deleted by the little beauty, and couldn't help but search for his posts on the web, wanting to complain about the injustice.

As a result, straight men have already spoken out for him. In the post bar, "why don't you like real girls when you like this kind of person", "has he had plastic surgery?"

Just click on it, and the fans' attitude is tough, either directly spraying it or reporting it and deleting it.

There was a paragraph in it that caught Zuo Yu's attention.

"I really hope that there will be fewer such boring people. Qianqian said that whether it is a man or a woman, this is innate. He will not change anything and accept his own appearance. What's wrong with just liking beautiful clothes? I think there are too many boring idiots, Qianqian is not good at words, and is not good at explaining anything, if you support it, you support it, if you don’t support it, you get out, I don’t understand the mentality of forcing these people to have a sense of existence.”

"Not good at words..." Zuo Yu couldn't help but hum, but couldn't help feeling that this netizen was scolding him.

Who knew that a stern greeting suddenly came from behind: "Who is not good at words?"

Zuo Yu was taken aback, turned his head and said, "Dad, have you finished eating too?"

"Well, I'm going to Japan for a meeting tomorrow morning, so I won't accompany them." Zuo Pengcheng replied.

"Japan? I'm going too! Take me with you." Zuo Yu jumped up immediately.

"Why are you taking me?" Zuo Pengcheng frowned.

"I'm going shopping." Zuo Yu snickered, he was trying to make his father's secretary efficient, so that he would not have to worry about going out.

"If you're free, get up at seven, and you won't be late." Zuo Pengcheng didn't bother to talk to him.

Zuo Yu saw his father leaving, and started to fiddle with his phone again, poking into Wen Qianyu's live broadcast room.

The little beauty didn't seem to be affected by the quarrels during the day, and was holding a few new lipsticks for the audience to try out. Various pinks and reds were painted on his clean arms, like a fairy's palette.

The barrage is still full of enthusiastic girls, clamoring for him to make up.

Wen Qianyu opened up all the lipsticks and played with them before saying, "It won't melt, I'm so tired today, I went to bed after surfing the Internet for a while."

Then he fell into a habitual silence, switched the live broadcast back to the laptop screen, and only kept a small shot for himself.

Probably because of the school's major. He browsed mostly official clothing websites and photographers' blogs. Finally, he saw a red carpet photo of a famous female star and said to himself: "Is this dress beautiful? I think it's very beautiful too." pretty."

Then it was rare to laugh.

It's not a hypocritical performance, nor a vicious mockery, just like a child seeing a beloved toy, the curvature of the corner of the mouth comes from the heart.

So damn good looking.

Zuo Yu couldn't help sighing secretly, and even felt that his gender had seen a ghost.

"Why are you so dirty, didn't you come to celebrate my mother's birthday, and hide here to watch the live broadcast of beautiful women?" Zuo Xi, the elder sister of the aunt's family, passed by and mocked.

"Damn, you also think he's a woman?" Zuo Yu found a bosom friend.

Zuo Xi grabbed the phone and took a closer look: "Wow, this boy is so beautiful."

"Ah? How do you look like a man?" Zuo Yu was dumbfounded.

"Look at the neck, there is an Adam's apple, and the voice is also male." After Zuo Xi finished speaking, he changed the subject indifferently: "Hey, what have you been up to lately? Let me introduce you to a friend from the investment bank. Coming back from the U.S., I have a lot of connections and good projects.”

My sister is different from the friends outside, Zuo Yu turned off the phone and said, "Okay."

"What's the matter, remember to be filial to me!" Zuo Xi reached out and pinched his younger brother's face, just like when he was a child, and then laughed: "The watch you gave my mother today is so ugly! You picked it up on the side of the road?"

"Fart!" Zuo Yu was angry.

"Don't quarrel with your sister!" Yang Rong's voice came out of the restaurant.

"Got it, I'm going to Japan with my dad tomorrow, I'll be leaving first!" Zuo Yu said goodbye in a rough voice, and disappeared when he slammed the door.

-

Although it is common to go abroad for fun, it is the first time that I have made a special trip to buy things for others.

In fact, Zuo Yu didn't throw away the shirt. After searching for the address of the specialty store, he ran directly after getting off the plane.

The destination is an independent designer store in Tokyo. There are not many customers, the price is high, and the shopping guide is smiling too sweetly.

Zuo Yu's Japanese is unreliable at all, so he can only take out his mobile phone to communicate in English: "Do you still have this shirt?"

"Yes, this is this year's summer model, what number do you want, sir?" The Japanese English of the shopping guide is particularly poor.

"Hmm..." Zuo Yu forgot to look at the size, and was stunned for a moment and said, "Around [-], very thin, what size do you wear?"

"Ah, for such a tall person, he should be the largest size, right?" The shopping guide led him to the hanger on the second floor, and sure enough, he took out Wen Qianyu's off-shoulder shirt.

"Wrap it up." Zuo Yu saw that there was a row of the same green style hanging beside him, it was a very light water green color, and people with fair skin seemed to look more beautiful in it, so he said, "I want one of this color too."

"Okay." The shopping guide's movements are skillful.

Zuo Yu threw the credit card to her, looked around for a moment, and was confused by the dazzling array of new clothes. Anyway, he thinks that good-looking people look good in everything they wear, and ugly people can't do it no matter how hard they struggle. I really don't understand why Wen Qianyu likes these Things, but just like what was scolded that day, everyone has their own way of life, maybe I really shouldn't use my inner benchmark to measure everything.

All in all, he refused to give people a narrow notoriety because of Yuan Hai's pranks.

When she calmed down, she didn't want to just casually stab Wen Qianyu's self-esteem, and then leave as if nothing had happened.

-

Although he is usually busy with many and chaotic things, Wen Qianyu's grades are very good, and the homework assigned by professional teachers will be completed seriously. When he comes home tonight, he will stay in the bedroom and sew clothes honestly.

While he was busy in front of the sewing machine, there was a knock on the door that sounded like robbery.

"Here we come." Why did Wen Qianyu stand up, but she tripped over the cloth at her feet and knocked her legs against the bedside, in great pain.

When he opened the door with a frown, he looked up and saw Zuo Yu who was on at the same time as the corridor sensor light, and said in disgust, "Where did you get my address, and what are you doing?"

Unexpectedly, Zuo Yu said, "I'm sorry."

Wen Qianyu was stunned for a moment, and then stopped the movement to close the door.

"I'm just full. I vent my dissatisfaction with Yuan Hai on you. Don't take it to heart." Zuo Yu said again.

At first I thought this guy was an egomaniac who wanted to save face, but unexpectedly his attitude changed quite quickly, Wen Qianyu made way for him to enter the house, and combed his hair casually with a soft headband: "It doesn't matter, how do you know I live here? "

"I asked your friend, what is his name?" Zuo Yu was a little forgetful.

Wen Qianyu folded her arms, still in a gesture of resistance: "The apology is over, is there anything else?"

"Here you are." Zuo Yu gave him the shirt bag in his hand: "Don't say that you are not at all wrong, and no one covers your mouth. You should just say it in Shanghai, and you shouldn't go to my house the second time." , then I won't touch you, I can't accept men."

In fact, these words inevitably aroused a little disappointment in the young Wen Qianyu's heart.

From the moment they met in Shanghai, he could feel Zuo Yu's frank affection.

No matter how superficial that liking may be, it doesn't feel good to turn it into disgust just because of gender.

Perhaps asking to be loved is a common problem of beauty.

"I think it's cute that you bought me hot pot even though you had a room card but didn't harass you." Wen Qianyu suddenly smiled viciously, and took a step closer to him.

Zuo Yu dodged far away nervously: "What are you doing?"

"Look at you like that, is it worth what I do?" Wen Qianyu gave a disdainful glance, then flipped through the bag and asked, "Why did you buy two?"

"I don't remember what color it is." Zuo Yu lied inexplicably.

"Who are you kidding, a straight man like you, can you remember the brand but not the color?" Wen Qianyu snorted.

"What do you call a straight man like me? How can a straight man be despised?" Zuo Yu was dissatisfied.

"You are only allowed to look down on me, and I am not allowed to look down on you?" Wen Qianyu did not forget his harsh words in the mall.

"I didn't look down on you, I apologized, what do you want from me?" Zuo Yu was annoyed.

"Okay, let me tell you once and for all, I don't think of myself as a woman, I'm not a transvestite, I don't know how to buy women's underwear, and I don't want to have sex reassignment surgery. I just think it looks good in that way, and I have more men's clothing than you. You don't want it in the future." Don't ask me any more nonsense!" After Wen Qianyu scolded like this, she began to unpack the shirt bag.

"You're not angry anymore?" Zuo Yu heaved a sigh of relief.

"I'm lazy to talk to you." Wen Qianyu replied.

The house he lived in was not big, just one bedroom and one living room, and the floor-to-ceiling mirror was placed next to the sofa, so he took off his white T-shirt on the spot and began to try on the green dress.

Zuo Yu was dumbfounded: "You, you... Do you know shame?"

"What's the matter, it's just shirtless, we are all men, isn't this your world view?" Wen Qianyu snorted intentionally, wearing a shirt and looking left and right, with only herself in her eyes.

If he had short hair, he might be more like a handsome boy.

But that beautiful hair paired with two beautiful legs that can be put in a textbook is really confusing.

Zuo Yu knew that this little boy with a very peculiar personality did it on purpose, but he still couldn't control the man's most instinctive reaction.

He had no doubt that his hot ears were already red, so he said angrily: "I will also pay for the shirt, and I won't owe you anything in the future! This matter ends here."

Wen Qianyu turned her head to look at his back as he ran away from the door, and then immersed herself in the happiness of trying on new clothes, and dismissed this idiot disapprovingly.