Qingzhou Boyu, shining sky and southern summer

"Then don't go." Ji Boyu turned to look at the anxious Yue Qingzhou, "Anyway, your team is almost disbanded, and you are not a core technician. In fact, it doesn't matter if you go or not. Comfortable."

"I'm not very happy to hear this..."

"Then you choose, do you go to a boring job or go to meet your idol?"

"Oh, don't tempt me!" Yue Qingzhou hugged her head in pain, "Will they forgive me if I invite them to dinner tonight?"

"Yes, yes, I will book a place for you, the expensive one, they will take your word for it - shall we go directly, or you need to prepare."

"Yes, yes!" Yue Qingzhou immediately forgot the pain of being sorry for her work partner, and was full of energy, "Go to Xiaoshuang's house!"

"Why go to Xiaoshuang's house?" Ji Boyu started the car with a puzzled expression and drove on the road.

"Change! I want to dress up as a girl to meet him!"

"Why!" Ji Boyu's tone was much worse, his face full of displeasure.

"Because I want to make it look better!"

"Why didn't you say that you came to see me!"

"Because you pop up out of nowhere every time, and besides, didn't you say that I don't wear women's clothing, you think it's better." Yue Qingzhou sent a message to Lin Haoshuang, explaining perfunctorily.

"Psychological problems." Ji Boyu gritted his teeth and complained softly.

Lin Haoshuang's house, in the bedroom.

Yue Qingzhou opened the closet and looked at it with her hands on her hips: "Which one do you think I should wear—what color does Zheng Xi like?"

"I don't know!" Sitting next to him, Ji Boyu still looked unhappy.

"Why don't you know, don't you know him very well?"

"I'm familiar with it, so I need to know this! Don't you fans know what color you like?"

"Aren't I afraid that the news will be wrong? Then what style does he like?"

"Rock, isn't it rock and roll? You can just shave both sides of your hair, and shave your eyebrows by the way."

"Then can I still watch it!" Yue Qingzhou turned to stare at him.

"Why did you come to Lin Haoshuang's house to change clothes? Do you wear hers in all your women's clothes?"

"Of course not. This wardrobe is all my clothes, and hers are in her cloakroom. I can't put women's clothes in my house, or I'm looking for death..." Yue Qingzhou said, taking out a skirt with light purple floral flowers on a white background Compare it on your body.

"Hey, the owner of the house is not here, does it feel like an affair?" Ji Boyu smirked while shaking his legs.

"You're talking about that again! You pervert..." Yue Qingzhou thought it was impossible, and put the skirt back again, "I've worn this dress many times, it's a bit dark..."

"The one I bought for you, have you worn it yet?"

"Oh, that's right! That one!" Yue Qingzhou happily took out the 3 yuan pink plaid dress from the back of the closet, "I haven't worn this one yet because it's too expensive and has no occasion! "

"Put it on, I want to see it."

"It's not for you to wear it!" Yue Qingzhou began to shout, "Go out! I want to change clothes."

"It's not that I haven't seen it..." Ji Boyu was driven to the living room helplessly.

For the next time, knock on the door every 1 minute: "Are you ready?"

When knocking on the door for the fourth time, Yue Qingzhou said angrily: "I'm not performing a one-second costume change! How fast!"

"Hurry up, I'll be lonely if I don't see you for a second, husband!"

"Oh, shut up!"

When he knocked on the door for the sixth time, Ji Boyu, who had always wondered why he changed a skirt so slowly, suddenly got the hang of it, and opened the door to peek: "Are you trying to fake breasts?"

Yue Qingzhou, who had already changed her skirt and was wearing white ruffled cotton socks, stared at the slit: "Damn pervert!"

"Didn't you change it?" He said, pushing the door open and coming in.

"Then you can't take a peek! Do you know what privacy is, do you know what politeness is..." Yue Qingzhou stood up and looked at the full-length mirror. The sleeves and neckline of the skirt were well designed. Delicate white shirt as base.

Ji Boyu walked over with his hands behind his back to have a look, and stared at his chest carefully for a while: "Sure enough, there are fake breasts...can I poke it?"

Yue Qingzhou looked disgusted and fearful: "Go away!"

"It's not true!" Ji Boyu followed Yue Qingzhou to the bathroom.

"What are you doing!" Yue Qingzhou turned on the faucet to wash his hands and prepared to put on makeup. Seeing Ji Boyu following him again, he turned his head and gave him a gouging look.

"No reason, I just cling to you."

"Pervert, pervert..." Yue Qingzhou went out and sat in front of the vanity mirror and opened her makeup bag.

"Husband," Ji Boyu followed again, sitting next to him, holding his chin and watching him smear, "When you go to the bathroom after wearing women's clothing, do you go into the men's room or the women's room?"

"Why are you so interested in this kind of thing?"

"Curious..."

"Men's room, I don't have moral bottom line like you..." Yue Qingzhou put on her base makeup, but the red ear still betrayed him.

"It's so scary, there's a girl standing in front of the toilet, what a ghost movie..."

Yue Qingzhou let out a deep breath as if going smoothly: "I will go into the cubicle."

"Oh……"

After a while, he put on his makeup, put on his wig, and began to paint his nails.

"Hey, did your dad scold you for putting on nail polish?" Ji Boyu came over curiously again.

"It can be torn off, this kind can be torn off."

"Tear?" Ji Boyu didn't understand, and made a painful expression, "Does it hurt?"

Yue Qingzhou thought it was funny, held up a brush and asked, "Do you want to paint one?"

Ji Boyu looked at his brush for a while: "Then you paint this for me, do you want to hold my hand?"

"Of course," Yue Qingzhou blew on her nails, "Xuangtu, I don't have the ability."

"Then take it." Ji Boyu immediately stretched out his hand, "Hold tighter."

Yue Qingzhou grabbed his hand and painted him.Ji Boyu saw Yue Qingzhou grabbing his hand and carefully smearing it, his heart was full of joy.

"It's so strange that you paint this color." Yue Qingzhou stared at his fingernails intently.

Ji Boyu couldn't help it, and leaned over to kiss his face.

"Ah!" Yue Qingzhou pushed him away, and gently patted the place where Ji Boyu had just attacked with her finger, "I put on makeup!"

"Oh..." Ji Boyu sized him up, "I can't kiss anywhere with this makeup."

"Then don't kiss!" Yue Qingzhou ignored him after finishing speaking.

"Hey, just paint one?" Ji Boyu stretched out his hand in front of him.

"You're just painting for fun anyway."

"I'm serious, why don't you paint it again, if it doesn't suit me, just paint it black!" Ji Boyu put both hands in front of him.

"Then..." Yue Qingzhou grabbed his hand again, "If you move around again, I'll paint your face..."

"I know, I know." Ji Boyu smiled.

On the way to Zheng Xi's house.

Because Yue Qingzhou wanted to meet her idol and put on makeup to be confident, she was radiant and happy, playing Zheng Xi's song on her mobile phone.

"Can you turn this off?" Ji Boyu looked unhappy.

"Why? I don't drive loudly," Yue Qingzhou went to find the earphones in her bag, "Then I will listen with earphones."

"Don't wear it!" Ji Boyu became even more angry.

"why!"

"I think you are allergic like that."

"What's wrong with me? I'm wearing makeup?" Yue Qingzhou looked in the mirror.

"I always feel green on my head when you look like this."

Yue Qingzhou, who finally understood what he meant, lowered her head and murmured, "I'm not someone like you."

"You are my husband—this one is more pleasing to the ear." The music played to a new one, and when the prelude started, Ji Boyu's expression softened, "You should listen to this one carefully."

"Strange, isn't this also their band's song? Although this song is popular, I always feel that this song is not the purest style of their band, so as an old fan, I don't like this song very much."

"Why don't you like it!" Ji Boyu was suddenly more upset than before.

"What are you doing?" Yue Qingzhou was puzzled.

"Turn up the lyrics to see who the composer is!"

"Wow," Yue Qingzhou laughed teasingly, "It can't be you, it's inexplicable here..." Yue Qingzhou's words stopped abruptly, because the composition read: Ji Boyu, Zheng Xi.

Yue Qingzhou froze for a while: "It can't be the same name and surname?"

"What a coincidence!"

"Are you so powerful?" Yue Qingzhou asked in a polite and soft voice, her attitude changed drastically.

"You don't like this song, don't you?" Ji Boyu deliberately kept his face cold.

"They didn't give any money! This is the first time Lao Yun went in. Zheng Xi was too busy, so he took me to help."

Hearing "Lao Yun goes in", Yue Qingzhou was in a bad mood again: "Oh, don't mention this... Why did Yunyun do that? He is a bass player, the pressure is not that great, Zheng Xi didn't even smoke... "

"You think you only smoke when you're stressed? Then office workers all over the world will smoke. It's not just for fun. I really want to beat him up."

"then you……"

"Tsk, who do you think I am?" Ji Boyu glanced at him, "Do you think my healthy appearance looks like that?"

"I don't mean anything else..." Yue Qingzhou played with her nails, "You seem to be very familiar with them?"

"Familiar, I knew them when they were still in the underground. I met Zheng Xi first, and then they signed with my company. Otherwise, they would have signed with An's Entertainment, which was more popular at that time—oh, it was my cousin. home, but now An’s no longer does entertainment, and the entertainment aspect has been dismantled."

"Oh..." Yue Qingzhou has greatly changed his opinion of Ji Boyu at this moment, or it is the first time that he has noticed that this person is a rich second generation, and his experience and life are very "rich". An ordinary high school student who was pestering himself, "By the way, I'll go in and stop talking, so you just say I can't talk."

Ji Boyu smiled: "Understood."

At the door, Ji Boyu asked Yue Qingzhou to wait at the door, "I'll go in and see if he's fully awake."

Speaking of which, Ji Boyu entered the password of the combination lock and went in. As soon as he entered, he opened all the curtains and opened all the windows frantically. He also grabbed the wine bottle and hid it in the kitchen.

It was almost finished cleaning up for a while, and the stubbled man who was sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette and writing and drawing on the music score raised his head. The man's facial features were very deep and gloomy, and his hair was dyed red.

He cleared his throat: "Master, what are you doing? I thought the nanny was here."

"You put out the cigarette." Ji Boyu pointed back at him while tidying up.