After living with a straight man, I became a menswear boss

early morning.

When Shi Jin tidied up her clothes and came out of the bedroom, the living room with the curtains drawn was still pitch black.

He took off the mask from the floor table in the entrance, put it on carefully, and took out the black umbrella and keys from the cabinet.

Zhengxiang's little black cat, who was sleeping on the sofa in the living room, was awakened by the movement, stretched lazily, then came over with sleepy eyes, circling around Shijin's feet: "Meow--"

The cat's warm body rubbed against the legs, bringing a burst of softness and leaving behind a few black cat hairs.

Shi Jin bent down and touched the little black cat's head, with a smile in his eyes: "You sleep well at home, I'll bring you something to eat."

It was quite late when I brought the kitten back yesterday, and the pet shops on the street were closed, so many things needed for raising a cat were not purchased.

Just went out today and bought it together.

The little black cat squatted on the ground obediently, staring at Shijin with watery eyes, and said in a childish voice: "Meow——"

OK.

Shi Jin paused for opening the door.

He glanced thoughtfully at the little black cat sitting obediently.

I didn't look carefully last night, but looking at it like this now, this little black cat doesn't seem to be very old.

Maybe you need to take it to the pet hospital for a physical examination later.

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The agreed place was in a coffee shop not far from the publishing house.

Shi Jin is not familiar with this coffee shop, but he is not unfamiliar either.

When the first few novels were published and needed to discuss publishing matters, he came to the publishing house several times.

It’s just that the editor-in-chief who was in charge of his publishing at that time preferred to chat in detail in the office, so he only came here when he made an appointment with Shi Yi to discuss manuscripts.

He has cooperated with this publishing house many times. Except for the first few novels that need to be discussed in person, his editor-in-charge, Shi Yi, is responsible for communicating on his behalf.

In this way, Shi Jin hadn't been here for a long time.

The cafe is still the same as before.

The shopkeeper is a young woman with gentle eyes and a soft voice, very gentle.

There are many flowers outside the coffee shop, all kinds of flowers are carefully arranged, and the faint fragrance of flowers is accompanied by the aroma of coffee lingering on the street.

Shi Jin pushed open the door of the coffee shop, and the wind chime hanging at the door rang softly, crisp and melodious.

The woman making coffee in front of the coffee counter heard the voice and raised her head, revealing a gentle and delicate face. She smiled, with dimples on her cheeks: "Welcome."

Shi Jin also nodded slightly to her.

The coffee shop is not too big, there are only seven or eight tables, but beautiful flowers are placed on each pillar, and at a glance, it is a cluster of flowers.

The appointed time is ten o'clock.

Shi Jin went out early, and it was only 09:30 here.

There were quite a lot of customers in the coffee shop, and as far as Shi Jin looked, there was only one empty table.

The shopkeeper who delivered the coffee came over with a faint smile: "My guest, there is still a seat by the window, where would you like to sit?"

Shi Jin pursed her lips under the mask slightly: "Are there any other vacancies?"

He didn't expect that the business of this coffee shop would be so good that it would be full on weekday mornings.

Maybe it's time to go out sooner.

Shi Jin lowered the end of her eyes and frowned slightly.

The shopkeeper didn't know his scruples, so he smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, there is only one empty table by the window for the time being, maybe you can share a table with others if you don't mind."

Shi Jin's expression moved slightly: "That's by the window, thank you."

He wants to wait for someone, so a separate table is more appropriate.

As for the sunlight by the window.

Shi Jin's gaze lightly swept across the table.

In front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the coffee shop, an off-white round coffee table stands quietly by the window. The sunlight outside the window shines through the window, casting spots of light on the table.

The rose by the table is standing tall, trying to stretch its petals, like a proud princess, exuding its own charm.

It's a beautiful sight.

Shi Jin slightly retracted her gaze.

It's a pity that the sunshine doesn't belong to him.

The owner smiled and led the way: "Sir, you are lucky. In the past, this table was the first to be seated, but today, the guest sitting at that table just left."

"The sunshine by the window is very good, and it is warm on the body. It is best to enjoy it with a cup of coffee."

Shi Jin listened quietly to the shopkeeper's words.

The distance from the door to the window was not far, and the two quickly walked to the small round table by the window.

The owner smiled and pointed out the window: "If I am free on weekdays, what I like most is to sit at that table, look at the road outside the window, see people coming and going, and the traffic is busy, and my mood will suddenly improve a lot .”

"Come on, take a look."

Shi Jin followed the owner's finger and looked out the window.

The sunshine outside the window was very good, and the orange light sprinkled on the earth without hesitation. On the clean and tidy road, the traffic flow was orderly and tidy, and the pedestrians on the sidewalk were of various shapes and colors.

Wearing suits, shirts and white collars, hurrying, mothers with children smile gently, and old people with baskets look leisurely. Occasionally, a few children in school uniforms run wildly on bicycles, spilling a string of laughter on the street.

"Look, these kids are late again."

The shopkeeper's voice with a smile rang in his ears: "These children are regular customers who are late. I have seen it many times just by this window."

"However, these children are also smart. I heard that they can get the top three in the class, but they are a bit lazy and can't get up, but they are all good children." The shopkeeper said with a smile and rolled his eyes: " Don't you think it's strange how I know this?"

The owner stroked his hair shyly: "They will come over to help me on weekends, and I will also make some small cakes for them to eat, so I get to know this group of children well."

Shi Jin's eyes were fixed on the flowers outside the window, and some warmth slowly floated in his eyes.

The young man stood by the window with a smile on his quiet eyes.

The wind chimes outside the window rang, and the people inside the window lowered their eyes and smiled.

"boss."

"Hey." The owner responded, and then said to Shijin, "You sit down first, and you can call me later if you need anything, or you can scan the QR code on the table to order."

"Okay, you go to work."

After the shopkeeper left, Shi Jin was not in a hurry to sit down.

He first put the paper manuscripts and computer that he had sorted out on the table, and then put the black umbrella he brought at the door of the store.

When he came back, there was already someone on the other side of the table.

Shi Jin went to the table and sat down, looked at the other party: "Hello, I'm Shi Qian."

The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses tapped the table with his fingertips, the expression in his eyes was hidden under the glasses: "Did you recognize the wrong person?"

Shi Jin lowered his eyelids and said calmly, "Ten minutes ago, you were sitting at the table next to the coffee shop. During the 10 minutes I was talking with the owner, you looked this way four times."

"Besides." Shi Jin raised his eyes, his gaze was calm: "Before coming here, Eleven told me that the new editor-in-chief is a young man who likes to wear red."

The man's gaze followed Shijin's gaze to his own feet. He raised his eyebrows, retracted his feet, and hid the exposed red socks back under his trouser legs: "I should say, it is worthy of publishing dozens of suspense novels." Is your writer Shi Qian?"

Shi Jin didn't buy it: "It's just a detail that can be noticed with a little attention."

He is slightly face-blind, and people who meet him for the first time often don't remember much, and it takes a while to distinguish.

But his ability to identify clothes or outfits is far beyond ordinary people.

Unless he changes from head to toe, any familiar look will catch his attention.

What's more, the man was wearing the latest season's new men's clothing of brand A. The day before yesterday, he had just checked a few new luxury brands for the shaping of the characters in his pen, so naturally his memory was still fresh.

The man pushed the gold-rimmed glasses he was wearing, the corners of his mouth drew a standard arc, and he stretched out his right hand to Shi Jin: "Hello, I'm Wei Chan."

Shi Jin's gaze met his, stretched out his hand, and introduced again: "Shi Jin, whose pseudonym is Shi Qian."

Two pairs of equally icy hands shook each other, breaking apart at the touch of a touch.

Wei Chan was the first to speak: "I should have told you on the [-]th, and I will take full responsibility for the publication of your work from now on. Your editor is responsible for the daily notification information, and I will only take over your published works. "

"I should have told you about the "Silence" signing event on November [-]. The time is tentatively scheduled for August, and the venue is at the China World Trade Center Building. If there are any changes, I will notify you later."

The man's expression and tone are exactly the same official. Compared with Shi Jin's indifference, when Wei Chan talks about work, it is more like a well-tuned machine, a statement without emotion.

"As for this "Heretical" in your hand." Wei Chan tapped the table with his fingertips, and a light flashed across the gold-rimmed glasses: "Before this Sunday, send me the outline and expected completion time."

Shi Jin glanced at the phone.

Friday.

Then there is one day left.

He lowered his eyes: "Okay."

"Today I mainly come here to get acquainted briefly, so that we can communicate in the future. I won't talk about the specific work." Wei Chan pushed the document on the table towards Shi Jin: "Take this document back and read it, and make a Summarize, and send it to me with the outline on Sunday."

After saying this, he clasped his hands in front of the table, his expression relaxed, showing a bit of casualness: "Let's order, what do you want to drink?"

The sunlight outside the window gradually increased.

Through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the sun swayed its own temperature without hesitation, trying to plant a light in the place where it has been.

Shi Jin was sitting by the window, the area not covered by the mask began to turn red, and the cold white skin was stained with a rouge-like color, and it was slightly itchy.

Shi Jin suppressed the urge to reach out and scratch, and frowned slightly: "No, thank you."

Wei Chan raised his eyebrows: "Don't give me face?"

The itchiness on his face gradually became more obvious, and even if Shi Jin didn't look at it, he knew that his face must be very red now.

He curled his fingers slightly, restraining his movements: "Sorry, can I leave first?"

Shi Jin's complexion is fair, so once it turns red, the contrast will be particularly conspicuous.

Wei Chan saw what was wrong with him, and his expression became serious. He stood up and picked up the coat hanging on the back of the chair: "Go, I'll take you to the hospital."

Shi Jin got up and walked to the shade covered by plants, the moment the sun left his cheeks, he let out a soft breath.

Without the exposure to ultraviolet rays, the itchiness on his face seemed to be slightly relieved.

Shi Jin loosened her clenched fingertips, looked at Wei Chan, and smiled politely at the corner of her mouth: "I'm fine, thank you."

Wei Chan's eyes fixed on his flushed side face, and his brows tightened: "What's wrong with you?"

Shi Jin's smile faded slightly, he lowered his eyes, and said in a light tone, "Sorry."

Wei Chan stared at him for a while, and after making sure that he was really okay, he took his coat and walked out the door: "I'll drive first, and I'll take you back later."

Before Shi Jin could say his refusal, Wei Chan's figure had already walked away.

He stood there for a moment, then turned around and put the things on the table into his bag.

The author says:

About Shijin's ultraviolet allergy constitution is a private setting, so if there is something unreasonable, it is a unique setting;

Top the pot and run.