Dressed in ancient times to be a master of women's clothing

Just when the two of them wanted to see Wuyan, a middle-aged woman appeared, walked up to Song Yu quickly, and slapped him on the head, "What are you talking about here, waiting for your information, It's dawdling."

"Don't hit him." Yin Huaiyu couldn't help muttering, frowning.

"What?" Song's mother didn't hear clearly, she turned her head, and after recognizing who it was, she suddenly smiled: "President Xiao Yin, why are you here in person? Does the dean know?"

"Well, I've seen it. Is he your...?"

Song's mother introduced: "I'm kidding, this is my son, Song Yu, hurry up and say hello to Mr. Yin."

"Hello..." Song Yu nodded, watched the man reach out his hand, and shook it politely.

The familiar warmth of his palm shocked him, and he wanted to pull out his hand, but it was tightly clenched.

The atmosphere was so embarrassing that every second seemed like years, Song Yu shook his hand, subconsciously glanced at the mother beside him, and then at Yin Huaiyu, only to find that his expression was as usual.

"Do you work here too?"

Song Yu shook his head, and his mother answered the words attentively: "No, I'm looking for an internship for him, and he also studied medicine. It would be great if he came here directly to find a job after graduation—"

She said a lot about herself, Yin Huaiyu didn't interrupt, just listened quietly, but Song Yu was so embarrassed that she was about to pick out three rooms and one living room.

Yin Huaiyu suddenly looked at Song Yu: "Are you willing to come? Come here to work."

A pie fell for no reason. Facing such an invitation, Song Yu was really hard to refuse, and wanted to hesitate for a while, but Song Ma immediately agreed for him: "Of course! Since Mr. Yin They all spoke, of course Xiaoyu came here in a hurry."

"Mom..." Song Yu complained helplessly, he wouldn't be rushing to post it like a discounted product.

The young man's helpless little eyes were lively and cute, such a glance made Yin Huaiyu's hands itch again, and he wanted to hold him in his arms and rub the dull hair on his head.

As soon as Song Yu entered the job, the team building activities immediately ushered in, and Yin Huaiyu also participated as a leader, which seemed to be intentional no matter how you think about it.

According to the planning arrangement, they first came to a scenic spot in an ancient town for tourism. After regular sightseeing and watching performances, Mama Song discovered that there was an ancient costume shop inside, which could provide makeup, hair and clothing.

Song Ma immediately took the camera and pushed Song Yu in, "Go quickly, Mom will take a picture for you, and bring it back to show my sister and brother-in-law!"

Seeing the excited eyes of his mother, Song Yu couldn't help but go in to choose clothes. Unexpectedly, Mr. Yin, who has always been the focus of the crowd, followed his footsteps and walked in.

Song Yu's eyes were fixed on a crescent white dress, and he felt that it was very similar to the clothes he would wear in ancient times.

A slender palm directly picked up the dress, and Song Yu looked up at the owner of the hand, thinking that Yin Huaiyu had taken a fancy to this dress and wanted to wear it, so he made a "please" gesture.

Unexpectedly, he put it on Song Yu's body and gestured, as if ordering, "You put it on."

Such a strong tone is very familiar, just as strong as when Yin Huaiyu first met him in ancient times, Song Yu subconsciously turned back: "If you want to wear it, you can wear it yourself."

The man in front of him stared at him with a hint of surprise, and just stared at him quietly, without getting angry or reprimanded, but lowered his tone with a hint of secret pampering: "Go and wear it, I'll wait for you outside. "

Song Yu took the clothes and left in a strange way.

He lingered in the changing room for a long time, combing his hair and dressing up a little bit.

Fingers go around the complicated buttons and caress the silky fabrics, as if the thoughts are gradually returning to the ancient times that can no longer be returned.

Such strong emotions reached their peak when Song Yu saw himself in the mirror.

In the clean and clear mirror, the antique dress made him feel as if he had passed away, and he couldn't tell the world he was in for a while.

Perhaps it was impatient to wait, but in the next second, another figure squeezed into the small space.

Yin Huaiyu pulled him out impatiently, and after looking at him for a while, the base of his ears turned red suspiciously, but his eyes were a little bit fierce, as if he wanted to bite him into pieces and eat him.

Song Yu shrunk her neck subconsciously, feeling terrified, "What's wrong? It's ugly? Why are you staring at me?"

"I didn't stare at you...it's very nice."

Being able to get this compliment from the cold man in front of him, Song Yu raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and within a second of being satisfied, Yin Huaiyu said in an instant: "It should look good in women's clothing."

If it is placed on other boys, this sentence will definitely make the other party feel offended.

Now, some expectations arose in Song Yu's heart for no reason, and he felt that he seemed to remember something, otherwise he wouldn't specifically mention such things.

But apart from staring at him for a long time, Yin Huaiyu didn't say anything else to him.This can't help but make Song Yu a little disappointed.

Seeing her handsome and handsome Er Zai, Song Ma felt that he had a natural ancient temperament, and she had a trace of unreasonable trust in what he said about ancient dreams in her heart.

Picking up the camera hanging around her neck and frantically pressing the shutter, Song Ma asked Song Yu to pose like a photographer, so that she could take a picture, and Song Yu had to follow suit.

It was finally over, and Song Yucai was dragged by his colleagues to look at his mobile phone to choose a place for everyone to have lunch.

Yin Huaiyu secretly stared at Song Yu for a while, then suddenly walked to Song Ma who was still looking at the photo album, "Auntie, can I make a copy of these photos."

"what?"

"I want to use it as a model for our unit's activity photos."

"Of course it's good!"

After being praised by Yin Huaiyu for her photography skills, Mama Song agreed without any hesitation, and sold her son silently.

Their lunch was in a restaurant with a good environment. As soon as the menu was presented, it was logical that it went to Yin Huaiyu first.

But he simply ordered something, put down the menu, and pushed it in Song Yu's direction intentionally or unintentionally.

Just as Song Yu was about to pick it up, Song's mother held down his hand, "Young juniors don't have your turn to order, come on, everyone first."

However, Mama Song was older and the director, so the menu still fell into her hands.

She picked it up and looked at it, wanting to order some of her son's favorite dishes, but found that these dishes seemed to have been ordered on the menu, and then there were traces of being wiped off, so she couldn't help but paused, and glanced at Xiao Yin, who was as if nothing had happened. total.

Could it be that Mr. Yin wiped off these dishes after ordering them?No, how could he know what Xiaoyu likes to eat?

Such speculation was fleeting, and Song Ma ordered a table of dishes in rough outline.

Drinks were served first, and with the distribution of other drinks, two cups of milk tea were pushed to Song Yu and Yin Huaiyu respectively.

Song Yu paused, and Yin Huaiyu brought out a bowl of milk, tea, and pearls in his mind, saying that this was about pearl milk tea, and he couldn't help laughing abruptly.

Song's mother joked: "President Xiao Yin, why do you like drinking milk tea like Xiao Yu? This is the taste of young people."

Almost all the men present ordered wine, and even the women ordered fruit wine, so the drinks ordered by the two were really intriguing.

Song Yu asked in a low voice: "Boss Yin, do you like drinking too?" I imagined that such a big man like him, sucking sweet milk tea in his arms, was indeed naive and cute.

Yin Huaiyu raised his eyebrows and stared at him with his chin in his hand, "Well, I like it."

Obviously it was just a simple conversation and answer, but he spoke slowly and firmly, as if he was talking about a confession or an oath, Song Yu was dumbfounded, and he just clutched the corner of his clothes under the table blankly.

And then, the man in front of him continued to add: "I still like sketches, cakes, lanterns, nightingales..." He paused, as if temporarily pulled out of his memory, and asked softly.

"What about you, Song Yu, do you like it?"

These things are connected together, like pieces of memory fragments put together, recalling a series of vivid and brightly colored pictures, Song Yu's eyes are slightly hot, and he wants to respond loudly.

In the end, it just turned into a trembling, fragmented sentence, "You, what do you remember?"

What responded to him was a pair of deep eyes, the pupils of which were mottled and fragmented, with eyes that seemed to have thousands of words, but could not be said.

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's time to eat." Just as the food was served, Song Ma urged Song Yu in a perplexed way, interrupting the two of them looking at each other inadvertently.

Yin Huaiyu also held his chopsticks as if nothing had happened, and served Song Yu his favorite dish before slowly eating his own.

Not to mention Song Yu, even the people on the table were stunned, their jaws were not closed, and the dinner was extremely quiet.

Song Yu was with his mother when he was traveling, but when he was leaving, it was Yin Huaiyu who drove them off in person.

The two of them walked close together, like a couple in an ambiguous period. Only then did Mama Song realize something was wrong.

In the back seat of the comfortable car, Song's mother glanced at Yin Huaiyu's driving profile, lowered her voice and said to her son, "Did you know each other before? Why do you suddenly have such a good relationship?"

Yin Huaiyu's hearing is excellent, even though she deliberately controlled the volume, she could still hear clearly, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

"It's considered acquaintance, and the relationship...is pretty good." Song Yu answered bravely, with fever in his ears.

"Stop bluffing, Xiao Yin is always someone who is busy with everything. How can you know him when you stay at home every day? Did you dream about it?"

"That's right." Song Yuli was confident.

"What's right! Even your mother lied to me." Song's mother knocked on Song Yu's head, and the car just arrived at Song's house.

Song Yu clutched his head in aggrieved manner and got out of the car, and Yin Huaiyu got out of the car too. He stretched out his hands stiffly and hesitantly, pretending to wipe away the things that fell on his head, patted his head lightly, and then put his hands in his hands. bag, watching him go home.

"Go, I will come to you tomorrow morning."

"Looking for me? Is there anything wrong with me?"

"Send you to work."

"I'll just go with my mom."

"..." Yin Huaiyu stopped talking and just stared at him silently.Although it was not necessary, he just wanted to be with this person all the time.

This strange, ardent and fiery mood suddenly had nowhere to vent.

Seeing him suffocated and speechless, not saying a word, just staring at him wishing he could eat him, Song Yu suddenly felt very familiar, and chuckled.

"Okay, at eight o'clock tomorrow, I will prepare breakfast for Mr. Yin. Then I... will leave."

Song Yu had just returned home and sat down when he saw someone adding him as a friend. The first message was: Don't call me Mr. Yin.

The author has something to say: Another chapter on miscalculation