Slag Gong took the cannon fodder and accepted the script

Although Jiang Chengli is not short of money, but most of the money is saved, and the rest is only used for a few hobbies. He doesn't care about food, drink and clothing, and he doesn't know much about it. Compared with Ji Xun, he is not much better.

When the clerk asked him what clothes he wanted to choose for Ji Xun, Jiang Chengli was silent for two seconds.

The clerk was afraid that the customers would be dissatisfied, so he enthusiastically introduced the advantages of each style to Jiang Chengli.

"You've got a good eye, as if you've got that suit on you."

"That way, you can help him match the color and style of my body." Jiang Chengli heaved a sigh of relief.

The clerk's eyes flashed. The gentleman in front of him had a dignified temperament. She couldn't even recognize the brand of the clothes, but the top-quality fabrics and tailoring were also very stylish. It seemed like a private order. I am afraid that there are no dresses with the same style in the store.

But of course she would not refuse, she agreed with a smile, and later found out a dress with a similar color and style, also a little waist, and handed it to Ji Xun.

Ji Xun lightly stroked the shirt twice with his fingertips, was startled, and then entered the fitting room.

Jiang Chengli waited outside by himself, but he waited for 5 minutes before Ji Xun came out.

He was a little puzzled, how long would it take to change clothes?

The clerk knocked on the door of the fitting room: "Sir, can I help you?"

"……Need not."

Jiang Chengli waited for another 2 minutes, and couldn't help knocking on the door by himself: "What's the matter, you still haven't come out?"

"Something went wrong." The voice from inside seemed muffled through the door.

With a "click", the door opened a crack, Jiang Chengli pushed the door in and closed it again. Although the fitting room was not small, the two tall men still looked cramped standing together.

Ji Xun is neatly dressed, he is a tall man, his face is cold and white with morbid paleness, the light from the top of his head casts shadows on the browbones and eye sockets, the eyebrows and eyes are slender and deep like a knife.

Ji Xun changed his hairstyle and clothes to expose his neck. Only then did Jiang Chengli discover that he had a black tattoo on the back of his neck, painted with complicated and gorgeous but incomprehensible patterns.

They are obviously very similar in style and color, but unlike Jiang Chengli's exquisite and dignified, Ji Xun looks more like a thug in a suit.

It's like a dagger covered by dust, and after wiping off the dust, it becomes sharp.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Chengli stood behind Ji Xun, and saw the clear figures of the two from the full-length mirror in front of Ji Xun.

Jiang Chengli frowned slightly after seeing the picture in the mirror. In the mirror, the two were wearing pure black dresses with broad shoulders and long legs. They had similar hairstyles and even similar clothes styles. They looked like twins when they were so close together. It's strange.

He leaned back subconsciously, his back pressed against the door panel, but the feeling of the cloth in front of him clinging to the friction was still very clear.

"How do you tie a bow tie?" Ji Xun held a bow tie in his hand, and he was dressed in a dress, except for an old ornament worn by a red string, which was left empty around his neck.

"Why didn't you ask the clerk to help you just now?"

"I don't like being touched by strangers." When Ji Xun said this, his tone was a little cold, and his eyelashes were drawn down to cover his expression.

Wouldn't it be weirder for him to touch?

As far as he knew, Ji Xun was a straight man from beginning to end in the original text.

Jiang Chengli didn't ask any more questions, but pushed his glasses subconsciously, vaguely feeling that Ji Xun's attitude was a bit strange.

Although Slag Gong in the original text is more violent and tortured, occasionally when he is in the mood, he will give his lover a gift, give his lover a birthday, and give them alms like a pet. He will not violate the personality if he helps to tie a bow tie.

Jiang Chengli was next to Ji Xun's back in front of him. If he wanted to tie his bow tie in this posture, he would have to wrap his neck around his neck from behind. Not only was it troublesome and too ambiguous, but the position was too narrow for them to turn around.

In the end, Jiang Chengli could only sit on the low sofa at the side, and let Ji Xun stand in front of him and bend down.

Ji Xun first took off the red string jewelry around his neck and put it in the pocket of his changed coat, then bent down and put one hand on the wall of the dressing room.

Because of the posture, most of Jiang Chengli's body was covered by Ji Xun, and the light source above his head was blocked and cast a shadow on his body. Jiang Chengli felt that this posture was really weird. It was obviously in a cold shopping mall, and his palms were sweating , the movements of his hands were also a bit messy, and he couldn't remember how to tie them for a while.

Obviously he is the overlord, why does he feel like his identity has been switched?

Jiang Chengli was disturbed in his heart, except for the agitation of his hands, it didn't show at all on the surface, as always, he was indifferent and arrogant.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and tied a Windsor knot: "Okay, let's go."

Jiang Chengli came out of the dressing room first, and only then did he feel the sultry feeling disappear, subconsciously heaved a sigh of relief, and when Ji Xun also came out, the two stood together, and he found that the clerk's eyes were all on them.

He froze for a moment, looked at Ji Xun, and found nothing wrong with him.

But seeing Ji Xun staring at him in a daze, he turned his head a little uncomfortably.

what happened?

Jiang Chengli turned his head to look in the mirror, only to realize that his ears were blushing, his head was sweating thinly, and what's more, his eye sockets were also red, as if he was being bullied in the locker room and did something shameful.

!!!

Jiang Chengli was startled, how could Zha Gong, as the overlord of the generation, have such a physique that his eyes would turn red when he was hot?

This is clearly a special function that Xiao Shou only has!

Jiang Chengli's face was deep, his brows were slightly frowned, and his golden eye sockets were also a bit cold - if you ignore his crimson eye ends.

"go!"

Jiang Chengli's low pressure lasted until the dinner began, and the driver and Ji Xun didn't speak any more along the way.

The dinner was a birthday party for Jing Si, and a small charity auction was held at the same time.

Jing Si is the son of Jing's parents, but since his mother passed away three years ago, there was an illegitimate younger brother in the family, and he blatantly robbed him of status and property.

This banquet was ostensibly to celebrate Jing Si's birthday, but in fact his grandfather held it himself to connect him with contacts.

In the original text, Zha Gong also brought Ji Xun to participate. At that time, he deliberately humiliated Ji Xun, and watched him being bullied by his illegitimate younger brother who loved Zha Gong.

Jing Si originally had a crush on Ji Xun, but he didn't want to offend Zha Gong so he didn't dare to help him.

And at the same time, Slag Gong's Fa Xiao also came to the dinner party. Seeing Jing Si and Ji Xun, two people whom he had a crush on but were snatched by Slag Gong, he immediately became angry and targeted Slag Gong both openly and secretly.

In short, it is a large-scale Shura field full of blood.