because i'm pretty

After moving, it is often the most embarrassing part.

Yuan Zhiming picked up the picture frame with one hand, propped it on the ground and asked, "Do you want to put it in the company, or take it back?"

Putting it in the company is too exaggerated, but taking it home...

Li Yikai looked up a little later, and the bright but not yet dry paints, with Yuan Zhiming's movements, had faint signs of being stained on the clothes.

"I'll put it on the car for you," Yuan Zhiming rolled up his sleeves and said.

"Wait," Li Yikai said with difficulty, "When will this paint be ready?"

"It will be completely dry tomorrow," Yuan Zhiming said, "Oh, it's okay, you put it in the trunk, it won't get stained, I'll take it for you."

"Wait, wait," Li Yikai stretched out his hand to stop him, hesitant to speak, making people want to splash the paint on him directly.

Yuan Zhiming was speechless, and finally said: "Then shall I help you send it back?"

"Thank you," Li Yikai said sincerely.

Li Yikai drove the car ahead to lead the way. There were two international parcels lying in his trunk, which were just delivered today and caught up with the final deadline. Last week he was hesitant to order Christmas Eve dinner, but he thought of Yuan Zhiming In the current situation, let it go.

"Go up and sit?" Li Yikai got out of the car, leaned on the door with his long legs propped up, folded his arms and looked at Yuan Zhiming for twelve minutes, and finally squeezed himself into the parking space.

"Let's not go," Yuan Zhiming said, taking out the painting.

Then Li Yikai showed that...very hesitant and embarrassed but really embarrassed look.

Yuan Zhiming looked down at the painting, feeling regret for the first time that his work was born.

Yuan Zhiming thought that he would see a room as meticulous as a glass palace, but when the warm-colored light hit the wooden floor, his eyes lit up, and he pointed to the rattan and iron single seat in the living room. Chair: "That's cool."

"My grandfather's is older than mine." Li Yikai handed over the slippers.

Yuan Zhiming lightly put the painting on the carved wooden side cabinet at the door. Li Yikai introduced that it was also vintage. When Yuan Zhiming hurriedly tried to lift the frame, he laughed and said it was very cheap.

He said that when he just graduated, he didn’t have much savings and no time for decoration, so he put together the whole house bit by bit by himself——the mustard green velvet sofa in his hometown, the crowdfunded handmade wooden pile original coffee table, brought from Japan The pillows with different designs and colors came back... because each item has a hard-won memory, so I don't want to change it later.

A cleanliness obsessive-compulsive disorder, the house is full of vintage furniture and mix-and-match style, Yuan Zhiming thought that the people are all fake.

After listening to Li Yikai's introduction, he looked up and saw Zhu Jingyi's writing on the wall, with the words "It's better to sleep" written in the brushwork of a group of demons dancing wildly.A terrible thought suddenly popped up in my heart—maybe Yuan Songqing and Li Yikai would get along very well.

Li Yikai seemed to see through his heart, stood beside him and said, "This is a gift from a friend, but I like the words on your profile picture better."

Yuan Zhiming shuddered, and muttered, "My dad's handwriting is not as valuable as others'."

"But I like it," Li Yikai said willfully.

"Where do you want to put this painting?" Yuan Zhiming asked.

Li Yikai said wait a moment, then took off his dark green sweater with one hand, and walked into the room wearing only a white T-shirt underneath. When he came out, he also changed his pants into loose home sports pants.

It's not that Yuan Zhiming has never seen Li Yikai wearing short sleeves, but his loose T-shirt...is obviously different from what he is wearing now.Li Yikai walked to the door, turned his back to him and picked up the picture frame with one hand. The proper muscle lines of his arm after years of tennis training were clearly visible under the slim short sleeves.

He put the picture frame on the floor of the living room. There is no TV in the house. Opposite the sofa is a projected white wall, and there are various styles of souvenir decorations in the corner.Li Yikai squatted down and carefully adjusted the placement distance, trying to find a seemingly random and balanced stacking method.

From Yuan Zhiming's perspective, what he saw was the thin spine and muscles on his back, which undulated when he got up and squatted down, forming a beautiful connecting line.

"Help me see it from a distance, is that okay?" Li Yikai moved a pot of tall green plants over to form a symmetry between the two ends of the picture frame.When he turned his head to ask, the muscles and bones in his neck suddenly appeared.

Yuan Zhiming couldn't take his eyes away, and while commanding absent-mindedly, he was silently analyzing the structure of the human body in his heart—that's just the sternocleidomastoid, trapezius, scapula, and rhomboid muscles...

"I think it's okay." Li Yikai stood up, with the folds of his T-shirt tucked around his waist. He took out a wet tissue to wipe his hands, and took two steps back to appreciate his new arrangement, unaware of the gaze behind him.

Yuan Zhiming wanted to say that I should go, but then he saw this person walking past him, went to the refrigerator to get two bottles of soda water, and threw one over.

With a click, the water bottle fell on the wooden floor, and Gululu rolled around several times.

Li Yikai looked at Yuan Zhiming squatting down to pick up the bottle, looked at him when he got up and asked suspiciously: "Are you awake?"

Before Yuan Zhiming could speak, he asked again, "You didn't drive back by yourself, did you?"

Yuan Zhiming shook his head: "I take the high-speed train."

"That's good." Li Yikai took a hoodie from the room and put it on. He looked like a 20-year-old college student. He asked, "Isn't it hot?"

Yuan Zhiming slightly loosened the zipper of the down jacket: "It's okay, I'll be leaving in a while."

Li Yikai paused and said, "Thank you, I really like this painting."

"You have said it many times," Yuan Zhiming smiled, "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas", Li Yikai didn't know what he was thinking, the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him showed the lights of Wanjia on the opposite side.

"Yuan Zhiming," Li Yikai said, "If I resign, what do you think?"

"Are you going to resign?" Yuan Zhiming asked anxiously, but he didn't seem so surprised.

"It's possible," Li Yikai looked down, and said, "I haven't thought about it, but there is a new job opportunity."

Yuan Zhiming also bowed his head and thought for a while, "If you ask me, I think if you can be more free and happy, then go."

"That's it?" Li Yikai asked with a smile, "Is it okay for me to be in Mujia?"

"No." Yuan Zhiming opened the down jacket, holding the zipper in his hand: "I just feel that you are here, as if I feel a little restrained, but sometimes I feel that you are having a good time..."

He shook his head and looked up at Li Yikai: "I don't know, I can't judge for you, it depends on your own feelings."

Li Yikai asked again: "If I change jobs, will you be with me?"

Yuan Zhiming was stunned for a while, then shook his head lightly: "You know, I still want to paint, the new job and Mu Jia's job should not be too different for me, and I am also very happy here ..."

"Well", Li Yikai listened to him and nodded seriously: "Just be happy."

Yuan Zhiming didn't sit for long before going back, Li Yikai sent him to the underground parking lot, and finally remembered the gift in his trunk.

"Wait for me." Li Yikai trotted over to open the car door, took out one of the two identical packages, and handed it to Yuan Zhiming: "I didn't have time to pack it. I wanted to give it to you as a New Year's gift, but I wanted to give it to you sooner."

He smiled: "After thinking about it, you shouldn't mind so much. Merry Christmas."

Yuan Zhiming saw that the international express was printed on the package, and the English on the package seemed to be a geek technology website. The items sold must be expensive. He hesitated and asked, "Is it specially delivered to me?"

Li Yikai would have misunderstood: "Of course, last time at your house...I thought of it, and I think it suits you very well." He looked at another package in the carriage and explained: "This one is for a bill."

"Is it very precious?" Yuan Zhiming asked directly.

Li Yikai stuffed the box into his arms: "The painting you gave me is more valuable, don't think about it."

Yuan Zhiming had no choice but to accept it: "Thank you."

"Go back and take it apart and have a look. If you don't like it, you don't have to tell me." Li Yikai said with a smile: "If you like it, just wait for my uncle to recover from his illness and ask for a picture for me."

Yuan Zhiming was very uneasy, and always felt that he had fallen into a trap where he could not make any money.

When he got home, he received Li Yikai's WeChat on his mobile phone, listing the documents he needed to ask the hospital at one, two, three, and four, and told him to tell him when he got home smoothly.

Yuan Zhiming replied briefly, and once again unknowingly postponed the matter of "clearly explaining" on the schedule.

He cut open the package with a paper knife, and took out a crystal round light bulb. The minimalist and exquisite design covered every detail, and the buttons were neatly hidden in the base, placed on the table, like a clear bright moon.

Download the APP according to the instructions and operate step by step. Only then did Yuan Zhiming realize that this is a smart sleep light. After he filled in his personal information and schedule, at 21:29, the light bulb automatically emits a neutral color light suitable for night work. , and the sound of firewood and falling snow suitable for Christmas.

Rational and romantic industrial design, he stared at the light bulb in a daze, listened to the soft crackling white noise, and smiled unconsciously - if Yuan Songqing saw it, he would immediately tease him if he was in love.

Yuan Zhiming put the lamp ball on the bedside, and packed up those complicated and thoughtful accessories. He knew that it would take him a long time to master its operation, so he sorted out the manual in the box very rarely,

A variety of complicated paper books finally dropped a Christmas card.

Yuan Zhiming picked it up. Happy holidays and thanks were written in beautiful English cursive characters, and the name of thanks in the upper left corner was "JoeQi".

He suddenly remembered the name Li Yikai said on the phone that day. The Chinese name was a little familiar to him at the time, but when he saw the English name, he remembered——JoeQi, it's Qi Chen.

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A company executive surnamed Li invited his subordinates to his home alone and undressed in front of the subordinates.

Do you think he did it on purpose?