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

[Brother Shi (?)]:?

A lone question mark lies in a white box.

Yu Ci frowned, thinking Shi Jin didn't see clearly.

[Yuchi]: Your editor-in-chief.

Afraid that Shi Jin might not have seen it, he deliberately circled Wei Chan's face in the picture with a red pen.

【Fish pond】：【Picture】

on the other end of the phone.

Shi Jin frowned slightly, looking at the picture uploaded on WeChat, her eyes were a little puzzled.

He recognized the person in the picture as Wei Chan, but...

Why did Yu Ci send him this photo?

Shi Jin pursed her lips, tapped the screen twice with her fingertips, and pressed send.

[Time]: So.

There was no reply from the phone.

Shi Jin put down her phone, and picked up Xiao Hei who was acting like a baby by her lap and wanted to eat: "Hungry?"

Xiao Hei opened his yellow eyes and meowed.

Shi Jin took out the cat food from the kitchen, and watched Xiao Hei bury his head in the bowl, with a smile in his eyes.

He washed his hands and clicked on WeChat.

[Yuchi]: Just to remind you, don't be fooled by his gentle appearance.

After a while, another sentence came.

[Yuchi]: He is not a good person, stay away from him.

Shi Jin was a little surprised.

but......

【Time】: He is my editor-in-chief.

The implication is that he cannot escape the content of the work.

The "Fish Pond" on the top of the dialog box has changed to the other party is inputting.

"Crackling-"

Not far away, someone knocked over the wine glass, and the delicate wine glass fell to the ground, smashing into pieces.

Cheng Si took the time to look over there, and quickly turned around: "You mean, you doubt the gender of your roommate?"

Yu Ci turned the phone around, his eyes casually fell on the wine glass in front of him: "Well, I always feel a little strange."

"It's not easy." Cheng Si looked at him: "You just ask directly, you have a mouth that is used to ask."

"I asked." Yu Ci frowned: "He said he was a man."

Cheng Si didn't take it seriously: "That's it."

"People say that he is a man, so you can't take off his clothes to check?"

After he finished speaking, seeing Yu Ci's eyebrows still not loosened, he was a little puzzled: "I said, why do you care so much about his gender? Does whether he is a man or a woman have any effect on you?"

"Isn't it just a roommate? You don't care if the man is disguised as a woman or a woman is dressed as a man, and it's not a date. What are you worried about?"

Yu Ci pressed the phone and ignored him.

Cheng Si glanced at it from a distance, and at the top of the dialog box was the Wechat of brother Shi (?) whose note was.

Yep, I’m sending WeChat messages again.

It was so sticky, he really didn't believe it was nothing.

He shrugged, picked up his glass,

Yu Ci quickly put down the phone: "What did you just say?"

Cheng Si touched the pierced ear in his right ear, and smiled: "I said, you care so much about his gender, are you planning to fall in love with him?"

Yu Ci paused.

The indifferent face of the young man in black appeared in his mind, with sparse brows and cold red moles.

He lowered his eyes, his dark eyelashes concealed the expression in his eyes, and his light-colored lips parted slightly:

——Do you want to have a relationship with me?

thump—

Yu Ci's heart skipped a beat.

He touched his nose and suppressed the inexplicable emotion: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yu Ci looked away, picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip: "I suspect he has something to do with my mother."

The cold wine was drawn down the throat, leaving behind the burning sensation caused by the wine after cooling down.

The confused emotions just now subsided, and Yu Ci put down his glass: "Anyway, I have to figure it out."

Is it related to Aunt Zhong?

Cheng Si was a little surprised this time: "You mean, you think your mother asked him to get close to you? The purpose is...uh——"

He thought for a while, trying to find a suitable word: "Seduce you, make you fall in love and get married early?"

After saying this, Cheng Si laughed to himself first: "No way, Aunt Zhong just wants you to get married early, it's so tiring to make it so complicated."

Yu Ci reached out and touched the tip of his nose, knowing that his guess was outrageous.

But......

"Too many coincidences."

"Oh?" Cheng Si looked at his hair boy with great interest: "How do you say it?"

Too much.

The first time we met at the entrance of the bar was because Xu Qian kept urging him to get out of the dryness.

Finding a shared roommate was also proposed by Xu Qian.

Later, we met at the airport because Zhong Ling urged him to pick him up.

After the program recording ended, Zhong Ling called again immediately.

The most important thing is that since Shi Jinzhu came in, apart from the time he was tricked into meeting Gu Qingyi for breakfast, Zhong Ling didn't arrange any other blind dates for him.

You must know that Zhong Ling used to be able to arrange five games for him in different ways in a week.

But these are just his guesses.

Yu Ci frowned, not in a good mood.

Cheng Si was still curiously waiting for his answer.

Yu Ci glanced at him, then turned the wine glass: "Just think I'm thinking too much."

Cheng Si stared at him suspiciously.

Yu Ci calmly let him look at him.

Cheng Si didn't see any clues from his expression, and changed the subject: "Do you know what happened to the Qin family recently?"

As he spoke, he didn't wait for Yu Ci's answer, and said to himself: "Mr. Qin's life in his later years is really unstable. He gave birth to a son and a daughter in his whole life. His daughter ran away with a poor painter more than 20 years ago. , have not returned to Qin's house so far."

"This son again..." Cheng Si clicked his tongue twice: "You didn't see that when the news of Young Master Qin's accident came back to the Qin family, Mr. Qin's face immediately turned pale."

"But it's no wonder. After all, Young Master Qin is different from dudes like us. He is a serious and dignified young master of a wealthy family. He has helped Old Master Qin countless times."

"His death is equivalent to the collapse of the last backbone of the Qin family, and the body of Mr. Qin..." Cheng Si touched his chin: "But I heard that he seems to be looking for the old man who ran away from home that year. Miss Qin, maybe you want to bring someone back to inherit the family business?"

"Maybe."

Yu Ci is not very interested in this kind of news.

He swung the wine glass boredly, the gorgeous liquid reflected the lights above his head, and the bright orange slices swayed up and down in the glass, floating up and down, just like human life.

Yu Ci stared at the floating orange slices, raised his wine glass for a while, and drank the wine in the glass.

The spicy wine slides down the throat all the way, and after the scorching heat, the fascinating herbal fragrance lingers on the tip of the tongue.

Cheng Si imitated his drinking method and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, but was choked by the spicy wine and frowned: "Cough, cough——"

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows and handed him a glass of water: "Your wine is so strong, you can't drink it like this."

The cool water quenched the burning throat, Cheng Si put down the water glass, and waved his hands with lingering fear: "We mortals really shouldn't try to stand shoulder to shoulder with Brother Ci."

Yu Ci hooked his lips and was about to speak.

"Om-"

The screen of the phone that was set aside lit up.

-

In fact, Shi Jin vaguely discovered something was wrong with him.

Since I took a shower in the afternoon, my hands and feet have been weak, my head is heavy, and I can't lift up very hard.

Maybe it's because of ultraviolet allergy, and because he hasn't been exposed to the sun much since he was a child, his resistance is quite poor, and it's common for him to get sick every three days.

Shi Jin didn't take it seriously.

He rummaged through the medicine cabinet, but only saw a board of empty cold medicine capsules.

His lips were dry, and the dull pain in his throat made his brows slightly wrinkled, but his limp hands and feet made him unable to lift up.

Besides, I just came back today, and the water dispenser in the living room hasn't had time to change the water yet.

Shi Jin threw the empty medicine tablet into the trash can, hastily changed into her pajamas, and got under the quilt.

I don't know how long I slept, maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours.

Shi Jin was awakened by a sudden dull pain in his stomach.

Perhaps today's irregular diet has neglected the expensive stomach, and the pampered stomach has always clamored for dissatisfaction.

The small half bowl of porridge that I ate in the afternoon has been exhausted, and the calories brought are not enough to make up for the vacancy left by the fragile stomach, so the acid water surges up.

The sour gastric juice held up the sharp spear head and attacked the stomach wall mercilessly. The weak stomach bag was stabbed and scarred. He could only pant and try to retreat, causing bursts of convulsive pain.

Shijin's temples were wet with cold sweat, and his nasal cavity seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton. The weakness caused by the cold made him even have no extra strength to press the throbbing stomach, so he could only curl up weakly, trying to Take some pain away this way.

The gastric juice that had subsided for a while to recuperate quickly made a comeback, the sour gastric juice rushed straight to the throat, Shi Jin's throat tightened, and he quickly got up from the bed and went to the bathroom.

His weak body made it difficult for him to stand up. Shi Jin supported the sink and vomited a few times uncontrollably, but the food in his stomach pouch had already been consumed, so he only vomited a few mouthfuls of sour gastric juice in vain.

He vomited so violently these few times, there seemed to be faint stars appearing in front of his eyes, he was top-heavy, his hair wet with cold sweat stuck to the side of his face, and his already fair skin was even paler at this moment.

Shi Jin took two steps back, until his back touched the cold wall, he relieved himself and sat down, clutching his stomach.

Beads of sweat on the forehead slid down the texture of the skin, and the slightly cool sweat dripped into the fundus of the eyes, covering Shi Jin's sight.

He clutched his stomach for a few breaths, recovered a little bit of strength, took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his pajamas, and pressed a series of numbers.

The phone rang a few times, but didn't connect.

Shi Jin suddenly remembered that it was already time to go abroad.

He licked his dry lips and hung up the phone.

Perhaps because he had just vomited a few mouthfuls of acid water, his clamoring stomach called a truce for the time being. Shi Jin took a break, gathered some strength, and stood up while supporting the doorknob beside him.

He leaned on the edge of the sink, bent over, washed his face with water, and left the bathroom.

Shi Jin's original intention was to go back to his room to rest.

But as soon as he walked out of the bathroom, there was a throbbing pain in his stomach, and his feet, which were weak due to the cold, became unsteady. Before falling down, Shi Jin supported the wall with his hands, and managed to stabilize his body.

His weak body couldn't bear these tossings, he only felt that his vision seemed to be blurred.

While still conscious, Shijin clicked on WeChat and dialed the voicemail.

"drop--"

The voice only rang once.

"Hey?"

pass.

The calm tone in my heart was completely relieved.

Before his consciousness fell into darkness, the corners of Shi Jin's lips bent unconsciously.