[Transmigration Book] His white moonlight became an assist

In the end, Qi Chi paid for Cheng Yourang's tried clothes and bought them.He also asked the clerk to wrap the same size of the other pieces that Qiao Shumu picked.

Qi Chi refused to let Qiao Shumu take him back, and acted as the driver himself.

Cheng Yourang sat in the co-pilot, and Qi Chi turned on the music as soon as he got in the car.Cheng Yourang listened for a while, then frowned and said, "Change another song."

Qi Chi glanced at him, and instead of rushing to change, he listened for a while.Maybe he also remembered something, he laughed: "Remember so clearly?"

Seeing that he was still motivated instead of changing, Cheng Yourang repeated: "Change another song."

Qi Chi has already started the car: "You can change it yourself, I can't remember which songs were played at that time."

Hearing that he also specially emphasized "which songs" it was, Cheng Yourang tightened the hand he had just raised, and his breathing became rapid.

"There are more than 100 songs in it," Qi Chi chuckled. Although the two of them kept a distance, he could easily light a fire. "Is it possible that we can listen to them all together?"

Cheng Yourang felt disgusted: "Go and listen to Qiao Shumu."

Qi Chi frowned when he heard this, and suddenly stopped talking.

Cheng Yourang sat in the co-pilot, desperately digging at the handbag with his fingers: "I will return the money for the clothes to you."

Qi Chi snorted coldly: "You can take it if I give it to you. What can you do?"

Ever since trying on clothes, Cheng Yourang's face has been blushing, and it hasn't subsided yet: "Why do you say that outside?"

Qi Chi's face remained unchanged: "It's just a fact."

Cheng Yourang snorted, helplessly finding that he couldn't refute.

It wasn't too late, but it was like crossing a line from where Cheng Yourang lived.This line separates the prosperity and desolation of the city.

There are those who work hard there, and those who seek a living here.

Cheng Yourang looked at the increasingly rare neon lights outside the window: "Is that painting important?"

Qi Chi didn't answer right away, and only after a while did he say "hmm".

"Related to him?"

Qi Chi stared at the front, and his tone seemed to be chatting: "He saw this painting on the Internet before, and said he wanted to buy it and hang it in... the study."

Cheng Yourang felt that his pause was a bit strange, but he couldn't find any reason, so he didn't take it to heart: "Then you bought the painting to give it to him?"

"Keep it."

Cheng Yourang didn't expect him to make a different decision this time, and asked in surprise, "Why didn't you give it to him?"

Qi Chi glanced at him in the mirror, and quickly looked away: "Don't you think you are very smart? He doesn't even remember it himself, and I want to add a decoration to his house?"

Cheng Yourang: "..."

He was speechless, but Qi Chi still didn't forget to add another sentence: "Is the salt bag empty?"

Cheng Yourang rolled his eyes at him, although he didn't understand why he suddenly said such nonsense.

It wasn't until he was lying on the bed at night and reviewing what happened today that he suddenly realized that he thought he was meddling in his own business!

Annoyed by his long reflex arc, and hated Qi Chi for hurting him, he punched the mattress.

But the mattress is soft, like a punch on the cotton, and it doesn't relieve air at all.

Although very reluctant, Cheng Yourang put on the suit that Qi Chi paid for on the next Monday.

What Qiao Shumu said was not unreasonable. The quality of his suit was average, and he had been wearing it all the time, and he didn't send it to the store for washing. It was already out of shape.There was a routine meeting on Monday, and he couldn't put that suit on again.

It actually fit pretty well, but he always felt awkward when he put it on.After walking to the bus station, I have the urge to go back and change it.

Of course it was impossible to change it, he still wore it and walked into the company.After the meeting, a few colleagues who had a good relationship came over and patted him on the shoulder, saying enviously, "Youyou's clothes are really well-shaped, and they look great on you."

Someone beside him echoed: "Yeah, you young people, you are good-looking and have a good figure, and you are more handsome than us beer belly uncles in suits."

Cheng Yourang was a little embarrassed by their praise, and thanked her repeatedly.

Someone touched the corner of his clothes and sighed: "The material is also very good, isn't this clothes cheap?"

These clothes are indeed expensive, a set is worth a month's salary, Cheng Yourang couldn't tell them directly, so he could only vaguely say: "It was a gift from a friend."

Knowing that he was usually close to Qiao Shumu, some people guessed: "Could it be Mr. Xiao Qiao, he is just generous?"

No matter what Qiao Shumu said, he was their superior. Cheng Yourang was afraid that they would think too much, so he quickly denied it: "It's not him, it's not our company."

Colleagues had limited knowledge of his network and no one else to guess.Cheng Yourang just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had escaped the catastrophe, when someone asked suddenly, "Wouldn't that be a gift from your girlfriend?"

When he guessed, the people next to him immediately got excited and booed one after another.

"Is it your girlfriend?"

"A lot of girls in our department like you, tell us quickly, do you have a girlfriend?"

The clothes were paid for by Qi Chi, how could Cheng Yourang dare to say such nonsense.But when he heard them all booing, he still couldn't help blushing: "No, not yet."

"Look at you blushing, what are you embarrassed to say. Tell uncle, is she a little girl from school?"

"Now you are getting married in college, and you are graduating soon, and it's the same to get a certificate as soon as you graduate."

Cheng Yourang was almost ashamed to be surrounded by a group of people who were very concerned about other people's life events and talking about his "girlfriend".

Fortunately, when he couldn't handle it, the director came over and dismissed all these chatterers back to their work stations with one sentence.

When eating together at noon, Qiao Shumu saw him put on the newly bought suit, looked him up and down, and was also very satisfied.

"You really shouldn't be cheap Qi Chi, let's try it?"

Cheng Yourang sat down expressionlessly, and said a homophonic stalk that is popular on the Internet recently: "Try it and die."

Facts have proved that homophonic stalks are not so useful when speaking, Qiao Shumu thought he agreed, his eyes lit up: "Then let's go now, I will ask you for leave in the afternoon."

Cheng Yourang almost couldn't resist splashing a glass of water on his face, and put on a blunt spoken language: "Impossible, just dream, it's impossible for you to die."

Qiao Shumu's smile froze when his fantasy was extinguished, as if he had been abandoned.

"You are too bad! If Qi Chifei hadn't snatched it from me, I would have bought this suit for you."

The corner of Cheng Yourang's mouth twitched when he unfortunately became the target of their snatching, and he concentrated on eating.

"Hey," Qiao Shumu called him, "Did he do anything to you when he sent you back that day?"

Cheng Yourang looked at him displeasedly: "Eat less salt, let's see what you have to do."

Qiao Shumu: "..."

Cheng Yourang, whose bad taste was satisfied, smiled: "He told me this. He also told me not to meddle in your affairs."

Qiao Shumu had a look of disbelief: "Really? Did he just tell you this?"

Cheng Yourang nodded: "Otherwise, what else do you think?"

"I thought he was angry." Qiao Shumu rarely showed a bit of humanity. "Looking at his appearance in the gallery, I thought he was going to vent his anger on you."

Cheng Yourang looked at him in surprise: "You think he wants to vent his anger on me and you still let me go with him?"

Qiao Shumu touched his nose in embarrassment: "Hehehe, I can't hold him back either."

Cheng Yourang, who completely understood this person, gave up struggling and focused on eating himself.

"Youyou," Qiao Shumu called him again, "Are there any plans for this weekend? My friend has opened a new winery. Let's go and support him?"

Cheng Yourang hanged his eyes for a while, and agreed: "Okay."

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