Dream Love O is Cherry Alpha

A high-end finished suit shop, the interior decoration is very elegant.

Song Huiran sat on the sofa and hugged Fu Lezhi, frowning and scanning back and forth on the various suits on the product page.

Standing by the side, Wen Jing saw the five-figure price in the display area next to him, his expression numb.

Fu Xing rubbed his head idlely: "I'm in a hurry this time, I can only make semi-customized ones, and I will make a few fully customized ones for you in the future."

Wen Jing: "It's just for the reception, do I need to spend so much money on clothes?"

Fu Xingxian: "You go there for the first time, and you will meet a lot of people."

Wen Jing looked up at him: "Even if I need to wear a suit, don't you have any suits that are too small for me to wear? Why do you need to buy new ones?"

Fu Xingxian quickly grasped the point, and raised his lips: "Do you want to wear my clothes?"

Wen Jing: "No?"

"My clothes don't suit you." Fu Xingxian grabbed his fist, rubbed his palm a few times, and whispered in his ear, "If you really want to wear it, you can go home and show it to me alone."

Wen Jing pursed his lips and thumped him: "Do the rest of the student union know that you are so unruly?"

"Where is it not serious? I have worn your clothes." Fu Xingxian stuffed Wen Jing's hand into his coat pocket.

Song Huiran sighed at the side: "There is nothing particularly pleasing to the eye, forget it, just this one... give him a try."

Wen Jing turned his head and saw the clerk taking out one piece at a time.

???

There is nothing particularly pleasing to the eye, why do you want him to try so many?

Fu Xingxian pushed him: "Go and try."

Wen Jing stared at the suit in the clerk's hand, and found that there was a blue one inside, with a satin-like luster on the collar.

"Isn't this a little exaggerated?"

"Sir, this is a banquet suit with a satin lapel collar, it will be more gorgeous." The clerk politely extended his hand, "Please come here to try on the clothes."

Wen Jing thought it would be awkward, but when he put on the suit, he felt that it was not much different from the school uniform.

Perhaps we should thank Dexin's school uniforms instead of sportswear, which helped them adapt to society in advance.

He walked out of the fitting room, raised his hands, and showed them to Song Huiran.

"Aunt……"

Song Huiran's eyes lit up: "Not bad~ Xingxian, take a picture of him."

The next step is to keep changing clothes and taking pictures.

Wen Jing originally thought that it would be enough after these trials, but who knew that Fu Xingxian and Song Huiran discussed various things in front of the photos, and after the discussion, the mother and son went to find a few more sets, and lined up for Wen Jing to try.

Wen Jing:? ? ?

"You look good in anything."

Fu Xingxian took his hand, and while Song Huiran was taking care of the impatient Fu Lezhi, he leaned over and kissed him.

"Suddenly I understand why my mother likes to buy clothes for me. These sets seem to be good, why don't you try again?"

Wen Jing: ...

After tossing and tossing for a long time, I finally settled on an ivory white Italian suit.The collar of the suit is made of velvet, which is a little grand, but not too exaggerated.

Song Huiran explained to the clerk in detail the points to be revised and adjusted, and made an appointment to deliver it to the door in a few days.

Wen Jing changed back to his clothes, sat on the sofa and asked Fu Xingxian: "I think Auntie likes me a lot."

Fu Xingxian: "Of course."

Wen Jing: "But why?"

Fu Xing grabbed his shoulders: "How can there be so many reasons?"

Wen Jing wanted to ask something again, but Fu Le just ran over to make trouble.

Song Huiran hadn't finished shopping yet, so she walked out of the store and waved her hand: "Go, let's buy Wen Jing some clothes that he usually wears!"

Wen Jing looked at Fu Xingxian for help.

Fu Xing said leisurely: "You should pray that it's not women's clothing."

Wen Jing: ...

Soon came the day of the reception.

Wen Jing sat in front of the computer, logged into the mailbox, and went to look at the official website of the hotel where the reception was held, lowered his eyes, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

He got up and stood in front of the bed, put on the dress he sent today, and looked in the mirror.

Sure enough, the clothes fit a lot better, the waistline was outlined, and the shoulders were not so loose.

The shirt, jacket, and trousers are all white, so it's a pity to get dirty.

But he guessed that Fu Xingxian would think so too.

Wen Jing walked to the computer again with the tie in his hand, searched for how to tie the tie, and looked at the screen for a long time.

What kind of single knot and Windsor knot, he tied them all look like red scarves.

……

Forget it, Wen Jing took the tie and went to the next room.

"Brother, I don't know how to do this." He poked his head in and saw that Fu Xingxian had also changed his clothes.

Fu Xing was wearing a three-piece dark blue British-style suit, which really looked different from his style, more sedate.

Although the color is similar to the school uniform, the tailoring of this suit is obviously more sophisticated. Alpha's inverted triangle figure can be seen at a glance, but he is very gentlemanly.

Wen Jing swallowed his saliva, not noticing that Fu Xingxian looked at him with dark eyes.

"Brother, I look like a child compared to you." He walked to Fu Xingxian and stood in front of the mirror, "A little childish."

"It's not childish." Fu Xingxian helped him straighten the collar of his suit and took his tie. "Italian style suits are more enthusiastic and unrestrained, which suits you better."

"Is there such a difference?" Wen Jing lowered his head, and his slender fingers were skillfully tying his tie. "You are amazing."

Fu Xingxian pulled the tie one last time: "It's finished, now you're tied."

He pulled Wen Jing into a stagger, threw himself into his arms, then cupped the boy's face, lowered his head and kissed it.

Wen Jing closed his eyes and lifted his head, wrapped his arms around his waist, and opened his lips.

The breathing of the two gradually became short, and suddenly there was a knock on the door, or a knock on the door.

"Brother, brother, brother! It's done!"

Wen Jing was so frightened that he pushed him away, Fu Xingxian said with a dark face: "It's not good yet! I'm combing my hair!"

"Mom asked if you want to get your beautiful sister to do your hair!"

Wen Jing:?

"It's a stylist." Fu Xingxian explained in a low voice, and replied loudly to Fu Lezhi, "No! I'll do it myself!"

"Where's Brother Wenjing?? Brother Wenjing! Pretty sister is so beautiful!"

Wen Jing asked in a low voice: "Do you still want to do your hair? I don't like being messed with my hair. Can I not do it?"

Fu Xingxian nodded: "No need!"

The sound of footsteps outside the door faded away.

He dragged Wen Jing to the bathroom: "Come, let me comb your hair."

Wen Jing: "Huh?"

"I don't like being teased by others, I can always do it?" Fu Xingxian looked back at him.

Fu Xingxian dug out some pomade, gave himself a back haircut, and then arranged Wen Jing's hairstyle.

Wen Jing raised his head and didn't cooperate, Fu Xingxian flicked his forehead: "Low your head."

Wen Jing still looked at him: "Brother, you are so handsome."

"You're handsome too." Fu Xingxian kissed the tip of his nose NF, and gently smoothed his hair, "I really don't want to let you go out to meet people."

His fingers passed through the hair, but did not actually touch the scalp, but Wen Jing still felt his scalp numb, as if a tiny electric current was transmitted from his fingers.

Wen Jing's face became hot, and he lowered his head to change the subject: "It's the first time I go to this kind of reception."

"Um, nervous?"

Wen Jing's ears were instantly stained pink as the warm fingers brushed over.

He felt his throat dry and swallowed his saliva: "I don't know, it feels like a world I haven't seen before."

Fu Xingxian smiled lightly: "I'll get used to it in the future."

... What are you used to?

Wen Jing continued to change the subject: "Why did uncle say he wanted to take me there?"

"You don't want to go?"

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just... I haven't figured out why I was recognized by my uncle and aunt."

"Because I like you, Aiwujiwu."

"It doesn't matter who you like?"

"I only like you."

Fu Xingxian looked at the two people in the mirror. Their clothes were of different colors and temperaments and styles, but they stood together inexplicably harmoniously.

He took Wen Jing's hand: "I need to prepare some more accessories for you... I don't need cufflinks, can I wear a watch?"

Fu Xing picked out a watch with a small dial and put it on for Wen Jing.

Wen Jing turned his wrist and looked at it: "It's a bit awkward. Can you give me another thing of yours, as a talisman?"

Fu Xingxian held his hand and smiled: "I will be with you...what kind of amulet do you want?"

Wen Jing: "I want to wear your glasses."

"also."

Just like that, he chose from head to toe, branded with his imprint. Alpha expressed satisfaction.

Wen Jing put on his glasses to separate himself from the world, and he really felt a little safer.

He took a deep breath: "I won't embarrass you."

"How can you lose face? Believe me, everyone will like you." Fu Xing paused, "But I like you the most."

The author has something to say:

I worked overtime at night and didn't return until 10 o'clock, so I knelt down.

Sorry, I've been tired of saying these two words lately...