What's wrong with me having a beautiful face? [Entertainment]

Ji Suining stopped wandering aimlessly, and quickly picked out a tie in a shop he frequented, and handed it to the boy. "Let it be."

Yo, this is a sudden sex change, are you ready to be a human?

Qiao Yinong happily took it, and turned around to go to pay the bill, but was suddenly grabbed by the wrist.

Ji Suining nodded his chin towards the tie, "Won't you try to tie it up for me?"

After finishing speaking, before Qiao Yinong could express her opinion, she dragged the person into a dressing room.It was lunch break, and there was only one salesperson behind the counter in the store, with his head bowed to settle accounts.

Qiao Yinong didn't dare to cry out, for fear of attracting her attention, and she couldn't do enough strength to jog for an hour every morning, and her body was buffed with a fundamentalist attack.

In the end, he could only squeeze into a dressing room with Ji Suining in despair.

Fortunately, in order to improve the comfort of customers, the changing rooms of big brands are relatively spacious. Inside, there are leather sofas, full-length mirrors, and a coat rack, which is very convenient.

Ji Suining pulled Qiao Yinong to the front of the mirror, turned his head, smiled at the boy who took off his sunglasses in the mirror and said, "Okay, let's start."

Qiao Yinong stammered: "I, I have never tied a tie before."

Isn't that better?

Ji Suining tore off his tie, and casually hung it on the coat rack beside him.

The whole set of movements was smooth and flowing, and the eyes glued to Qiao Yinong's body, and the corners of the lips slightly raised in a half-smile, made the young man feel that they were in a hotel room at midnight, not just across the door, someone The malls that come and go.

Taking advantage of his daze, Ji Suining grabbed the opponent's wrist with both hands, and pulled towards his chest.Rubbing the thumb on the delicate back of the hand, even the voice became low and deep: "There is always a first time in life, I will teach you, huh?"

Qiao Yinong's body seemed to be electrified, his whole body trembled, and his cheeks were flushed.

Ji Suining lowered his head, leaned close to his ear, and taught him each sentence slowly.

The scorching breath brushed over the side of his neck, and when the hands were leading him, the long fingers collided and rubbed inadvertently, Qiao Yinong finally came to his senses——

Did this unscrupulous butterfly use Pao Xiaoji's tricks on him? !

Just as he was about to raise his head to condemn, he heard the other party suddenly say: "Okay."

Qiao Yinong subconsciously looked at the mirror. The light-colored tie matched Ji Suining's outfit today, and the relaxed color even more accentuated his suave and suave temperament.

Ji Suining blinked: "How is it, does it look good?"

Qiao Yinong turned her face away against her will: "It's not pretty."

"I really can't lie." Ji Suining laughed and patted him on the head.Passing the boy, he turned the doorknob: "I like your gift very much, thank you."

How could this person thank you?

Qiao Yinong was taken aback, and noticed the tie that was abandoned by the owner on the coat rack. She reached out and took it off, and quickly followed Ji Suining: "Hey, you don't want this tie!"

When checking out at the counter, Qiao Yinong, trembling and fully armed, reached out and handed the bank card to the salesperson.

Ji Suining watched him laugh straight away, and Qiao Yinong was so angry that he muttered in his heart: Jiangshan is easy to change, and nature cannot be changed, and a bad guy will always be a bad guy.

Hmph, why don't you like it or not? You didn't take advantage of the fire to rob and blackmail me today.

Walking out of the store, he poked Ji Suining with his elbow, "It's all right, can I go back?"

The latter said slowly: "There's a good restaurant here. I've made a reservation. As a thank you, I'll treat you to a meal. Don't worry, I'll take you back after eating."

Qiao Yinong: "I don't..."

"Gululu——" His stomach's protest interrupted his determination not to bow down for five buckets of rice.

Qiao Yinong: ...

Ji Suining: "Pfft."

He grabbed Qiao Yinong's shoulders, leaned forward, stretched out his hand to hold the young man's sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and pressed down: "Don't you want to take revenge and eat it back?"

It was already afternoon when we came out of the restaurant after eating.

The two were walking in the aisle of the shopping mall, and when they saw the scene outside through the giant tempered glass window, they couldn't help but pause.

It was a fine day in the morning, but it was overcast at some point, and the torrential rain poured down. The huge raindrops hit the glass, and the sound of thumping was endless.

Qiao Yinong sighed with emotion, as expected of summer, the rain falls as soon as it is said.Then she turned her head and condemned Ji Suining very naturally: "It's all you, so I said I'll come back soon."

Ji Suining raised his hands in surrender, "There is an umbrella in the car, can you take it and use it?"

The two took the elevator to the underground garage. Qiao Yinong thought about the heavy rain just now, and always felt that this scene was somewhat familiar. It doesn't rain often in City B, let alone heavy rain.

The vehicle drove slowly onto the road, and he looked thoughtfully at the fleeing pedestrians on the side of the street through the glass window.

The two people lived in a lush area in the city center, next to the People's Park. When Qiao Yinong saw someone holding a musical instrument box above his head and running in the rain, a flash of inspiration came to his mind.

——Isn't today the second Ye Qizhen playing and singing on the street, drenched in water, and brought home by a rich woman!

Qiao Yinong sat up in shock from dying of illness: "Turn around!"

Ji Suining was baffled, and the speed of the car subconsciously slowed down: "What's wrong?"

Qiao Yinong hugged the back of the co-pilot's seat, and began to behave: "Brother Ji, shall we go to the south gate of the People's Park?"

Ji Suining squinted at him: "The one-way street there, you are making things difficult for me."

"Oh, then you stop the car, and I'll go there by myself." Qiao Yinong turned her head to touch the long-handled umbrella on the rear seat box, and then went to open the car door.

Seeing this, Ji Suining was afraid of accidents, so he immediately changed lanes and pulled over. "you……"

Before she finished speaking, Qiao Yinong opened her umbrella and ran into the rain.

Ji Suining: ...?

What are you in such a hurry for?

On the other side, Qiao Yinong followed the plot description and found the place where Ye Qizhen was - under a [-]-year-old camphor tree.

Ye Qizhen has just turned 22 this year, she is feminine and handsome, with a melancholy lingering in her brows.

He has a quarter of Russian ancestry, with exquisite facial features and grayish pupils. Combined with his alienated expression, he looks more and more repulsive.

Different from Lin Xingzhi's indifferent and rational core, Ye Qizhen's indifference is more like a kind of weariness of the world after the flame in his heart is extinguished.

Even in the text, the author's description of him is "as if he was born for music and art".

Ye Qizhen had mid-length shoulder-length hair, tied with only the most common leather cord. He lowered his head and focused on strumming the guitar, with a few strands of messy hair falling down.

Even the most common shirt and jeans will not detract from his wandering artist-like romantic temperament.

The beautiful melody flowed out from his nimble fingers, and Qiao Yinong knew that the tune he played now was the prototype of the divine song "This City is Raining Pours" that will become popular in the future.

These days, beauty and strength are the only ones that people love, so the author also arranged a tragic past for Ye Qizhen.

His parents died early, and he lived with his grandmother. When he was in junior high school, the only old man in the world who treated him well and cared about him also passed away due to illness.

When my uncle and aunt were still alive, my grandmother always suspected that he wanted to divide the old man's inheritance. My grandmother was afraid that after she left, the little grandson would be left unattended, so she made a will in advance:

Whoever is Ye Qizhen's guardian and takes care of him can inherit her two properties.

The subsequent development was lacklustre, Ye Qizhen was at her uncle's house at a young age, and lived a life of being dependent on others.

Later, he relied on his own work-study program to earn tuition to go to college.By chance, a small entertainment company discovered his creative talent and signed him with enthusiasm and rhetoric.

However, this small company doesn't have the resources to promote Ye Qizhen at all. What's more, for money, without Ye Qizhen's consent, they sell the songs that people want to make an album to others without authorization.

And in the composition and lyrics column, there is no signature of Ye Qizhen, but the singer's "independent creation" is completed.

In short, he passively became a shooter.

Today he found out the truth, went to the company to confront him, but was threatened by an unscrupulous boss with a contract, and finally lost his interest, so he played solo in the park.

Ye Qizhen likes music, it was the only friend who could accompany him during his lonely growth period.

"Don't you like to create? We've satisfied you, and you still have money. What's wrong with having the best of both worlds?"

"You'd better accept your fate as soon as possible and be your behind-the-scenes shooter."

The words of the boss and manager were still in his ears, Ye Qizhen stopped gesturing, and slowly closed into a fist.

Is he really willing to stop there?

But the contract was signed, and if he wanted to leave the company, he would have to bear tens of millions of sky-high liquidated damages, which was not something a senior student could afford.

The sky was gloomy and thundering, just as his name was not heard by anyone, and under the washing of the pouring rain, no one was willing to stop for his music.

"It's a nice song, what's it called?"

A bright and brisk voice suddenly sounded, Ye Qizhen raised her head, and the smiling face of the young man came into view.