Women's clothing giants are all in love

In the depths of Nan'an Road, Mu Mu Bar.

This is not a nightclub where the music hits the sky and the group dances together, but it is not deserted at 01:30 in the middle of the night.

Wen Liang entered the door, and dozens of pairs of eyes flew over in a small space. Some eyelashes were brushed like roller blinds, some eye shadows were painted so that they flew into the sky, and some wore short skirts with their legs crossed. Yes, there is also a casual suit but high heels.

——But without exception, they are all men with Adam's apples.

As Luo Hui said, this is a gay bar.

And it's probably the gay who gathers all the women's bigwigs in city A.

Wen Liang is a frequent visitor here, so he is naturally a member of the same world as them. This is something that any colleague who has seen him meticulous in the workplace can't imagine.

The familiar little gay gave Wen Liang a wink, and the look in his eyes probably said, "It's so late and you come here alone, you must be helpless until now", so he took the wink with him as he flew. A bit of gloating and complacent taste.

Wen Liang raised his eyebrows at those little homosexuals, with a half-smile, the latter choked up, his ears turned red from his ears to the base of his neck like a conditioned reflex, and he glared at this charming guy with hatred.

The little gay guy who was not familiar with him glanced up and down at Wen Liang openly, rather like a wolf, apparently evaluating whether it was 1, 0, or 0.5.

——Of course not everyone who enters the arena can attract so much attention. Wen Liang is honored to receive this honor, because he is undoubtedly the best in the eyes of men who like men and women who like men. .

Today, he can be regarded as coming here directly after he got off the workplace. He was full of dust and dust, and he was still wearing that black overcoat with a unique cut, which made his stature extraordinarily slender.

With a smile on his lips, he went straight to the bar and sat down, took off his black coat and placed it on the seat beside him, so the abstinent white shirt and suit pants underneath attracted a few pairs of eyes.

Wen Liang's appearance is gentle, and the contours of that face are even softer than many women's. The pair of red phoenix eyes are unbelievably graceful whether they are downcast or raised.

The corners of the thin lips are naturally curved, so no matter when people look at him, they will think that he is smiling, and the smile is gentle and polite. So a few traces of gentle scum feeling.

It's so sexy that it makes you want to be a wolf.

Just now, a little gay guy couldn't resist picking up his wine glass and wanted to walk here, when he saw a figure flash by and "swish" and sat down next to Wen Liang.

After seeing the appearance of that figure clearly, the little gay guy who got up pursed his lips, and sat back down with a bit of unwillingness.

Sitting next to Wen Liang was a beautiful boy with exquisite makeup, shoulder-length black hair, a loose sweater and wide-leg pants, a ring and earrings.

Yes, although at first glance, this is a very beautiful hot girl, but this person, like all the gays here, has no intention of hiding the obvious masculine Adam's apple.

So, rather than saying that's a hot girl, it's better to say that it's a hot guy.

Wen Liang unbuttoned the neckline, and heard the other party, that is, Wu Yang, say in a surprised tone: "Why did you come here so late? Didn't you accompany your family who just came back from abroad today, so you don't need to rest? "

Taking a closer look at Wen Liang's face, Wu Yang was taken aback, and said meaningfully: "What happened, so happy?"

Wen Liang glanced at Wu Yang, the corners of her lips raised even higher.

It happened that a figure came down from upstairs, and while slowly tied up his long hair, he walked around behind the bar counter. Seeing Wen Liang, the manager of the bar, Song Sheng, smiled softly: "What would you like to drink?"

"Just have a drink, as long as the degree is not too high."

Song Sheng mixed the wine with a smile, while Wen Liang glanced at the phone, only to find that the WeChat message sent by Yan Huainan more than ten minutes ago had a deeper smile on his lips.

After he finished replying, Wu Yang came closer and asked, "It seems that there is progress?"

Wen Liang glanced at him again, turned the phone down and put it down, leaned back, hooked his lips, and said firmly: "He must be crooked."

When the words fell to the ground, Song Sheng and Wu Yang didn't show any doubts or surprises on their faces.

Song Sheng continued to mix drinks calmly, while Wu Yang blinked.

Because of this sentence, this is not the first time Wen Liang said it.

Wuyang is a gossip boy, not only gossip, but also extremely flattering to his friends, he put one hand on the back of the chair behind Wen Liang, and said with great interest: "What should I say? The straight man Tieshu Huahua took the initiative to seduce you, or You seduced him this time and he finally couldn't hold it anymore?"

Wen Liang glanced at him, hooked out the small square box in his pocket, and said cheerfully: "He gave it to me."

This proud gesture made Wu Yang gasp in fright, and hurriedly took the small square box and opened it for a look. When he saw the contents clearly, he was dumbfounded: "Is this a cuff button?"

"if not?"

Wu Yang's eyes widened: "Cufflinks? Isn't it a ring?"

Wen Liang rolled her eyes and took the things back.

Wu Yang came to his senses, and asked probingly, "That's all? I went out for a week, lived in the same room every day, and nothing else happened?"

Wen Liang's smile was slightly restrained, but his tone sounded calm: "It's not the first time I've gone on a business trip with him."

If you can't hold it so easily, why wait until today?

Wu Yang bent his elbows to support his face, sighed and said, "You still know?"

So far, there hasn't been a hungry wolf pounce on food or something. If you give a pair of cufflinks, you will be out of straight male status and become gay?

At this moment, Wu Yang couldn't help feeling a little pity for Wen Liang.

There was a slight sound, and a glass of colorful mixed wine was put down in front of Wen Liang.

Wu Yang followed the wine glass and looked at Song Sheng. The latter's face was as gentle as ever, but his eyes were very obvious to remind him not to spoil Wen Liang's interest.

Wu Yang touched his nose.

He didn't do it on purpose, it's just that Wen Liang has known that man whom they haven't seen so far and whose name they don't know for five years...

After five years of one-way secret love, the relationship between the two has remained at this level, and the other party just gave Wen Liang a pair of cufflinks.

Although, this seems to be the first time that the other party has given such a gift alone and solemnly.

However, in the end, it is just a pair of cufflinks.

Wen Liang picked up the wine glass and took a sip, her smile faded a little.

After a few seconds of silence, he thought for a while and said softly, "He even touched my head."

Wu Yang looked at him.

Wen Liang closed his eyes.

The aroma of the fruity wine is mixed between the lips and teeth, and Wen Liang feels a little drunk just after drinking it.

He chuckled and said, "The way he looks at me also makes me feel a little different from how he looks at other people."

He turned his gaze, looked at Wuyang and asked, "Is it possible that these are all illusions?"

Wu Yang moved her lips, not knowing what to say.

Wen Liang didn't seem to have expected his answer either.

He looked back, lowered his eyes, and said softly: "I think he is bent, but he didn't realize it himself."

Those little gay guys in the bar who were staring at each other didn't see any ambiguous atmosphere between Wen Liang and Wu Yang for a long time, and realized that the two might be friends who had known each other before, so they couldn't hold back again.

Wen Liang was caught in his emotions, but Wu Yang could clearly notice those eyes.

He thought to himself, it's a pity, it would be great if there was a fierce 1 among this group of people who were eyeing tigers. He would definitely try his best to get Wen Liang and the other party on the line. What is the "superior boss" of the puzzle of the century?

What a pity, what a pity.

Wu Yang rolled his eyes, pushed Wen Liang, and said with a smile: "Hey, let's not talk about your boss, I just bought a lot of beautiful little skirts today, and you probably can wear some of them. Do you want to try it?"

Wen Liang is five centimeters taller than Wu Yang, almost 1.8 meters taller.

Wen Liang's lips parted into a smile.

Seeing him smiling, Wu Yang directly pulled him up and walked upstairs to Song Sheng's boss lounge, thinking about it: "When I saw two, I thought you would look good in them, and I wanted to send them to you." Well, you just came today, if you like to take it away, just treat it as my gift to you..."

Wen Liang jokingly said, "How can you, a student party, be so extravagant?"

"I've made money, and I've made a lot..." Wu Yang's righteous words disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

And these two people disappeared, and those coveted little gays became resentful, and turned their eyes directly on the beautiful store manager who rarely showed his face.

After cleaning up the bar, the store manager gave them a gentle smile, walked out of the bar, pushed open the glass door, and went outside to light a cigarette.

The scarlet light shines in the night, and the beauty of a person is beautiful, but it reveals a sense of alienation, making people only dare to look at it from a distance.

……

Upstairs, Wu Yang's soliloquy was blurred through a door panel, while Wen Liang stood alone in front of the full-length mirror.

He was wearing a loose sweater dress, the length of which reached the middle of his thighs, which was a little casual and a little lazy.

The legs are thin and straight, naked in the warm air.

Wen Liang usually pays attention to exercise, and of course he will not train himself to become a King Kong Barbie. He controls his figure to be powerful...but it will not make a man who is facing a man for the first time feel uncomfortable.

Under the modification of such a sweater dress, if you wear a wig, even if you don’t apply powder, you will probably not notice your Adam’s apple for a while, and you will think that this is a slender woman.

Wen Liang looked at himself in the mirror, thinking in a daze, Yan Huainan must be crooked.

Because he won't like straight men.

——He also absolutely should not get entangled with a straight man.

The weekend is over quickly.

Monday morning was full of desperation and yawns. Countless urbanites crowded the buses and subways and rushed to the battlefield resignedly.

In the CBD center of City A, there is an office building with an extremely eye-catching design. Every night, the whole building is lit up at night, and it can even be regarded as a unique landscape of City A.

At that time, there were only a bunch of migrant workers waiting for the elevator on the first floor of the office building.

When Wen Liang arrived at the company, Yan Huainan and Luo Hui, two men who had already started work at some time, were huddled in the tea room drinking coffee. When he saw Wen Liang, Luo Hui smiled and said, "Yo, Put it on."

His eyes fell on Wen Liang's sleeve.

Those two delicate cuff buttons are particularly eye-catching.

On the last day of staying abroad, when Luo Hui was shopping for his girlfriend, he took Yan Huainan with him. When Yan Huainan took a fancy to this pair of cuffs, Luo Hui was also beside him.

At that time, he was surprised that Yan Huainan wanted to buy this pair of cufflinks as a gift to Wen Liang, but he didn't think much about it. Later, when he got interested, he bought a few bottles of wine for Wen Liang and his assistant who stayed in China ——That's right, it's wine, not the underwear that he took out after drinking too much that day, and he had already put that bottle of wine on Wen Liang's desk.

The tall and handsome man followed Luo Hui's eyes and landed on Wen Liang's cuffs, a smile appeared in his eyes, his eyelids lifted slightly, and his dark eyes met Wen Liang's gaze.

After a weekend, Wen Liang sorted out those unexplainable emotions, and said with a smile: "Mr. Yan, Mr. Luo, good morning."

Yan Huainan nodded to him, saw him turn around and leave, probably planning to prepare for Monday's routine meeting, suddenly thought of something, hesitated, and said: "Wen Liang."

Wen Liang stopped and asked him with his eyes.

On the contrary, Yan Huainan was a little stuck, he didn't know why he called Wen Liang to stop, but he did have a question in his heart, which held him back for a whole weekend.

He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, even Luo Hui looked over.

Rubbing the coffee cup with his fingertips, Yan Huainan was silent for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Did you rest well on Friday night?"

Wen Liang thought about it.

Arrived at home at 05:30 in the morning, took a shower at [-] o'clock, the sky was slightly bright at that time, but it didn't hinder him, he fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

After reminiscing, he smiled and said, "I had a good rest."

Yan Huainan: "..."

Wen Liang wondered, "What's wrong?"

Yan Huainan's expression was a bit indescribable: "...It's okay, you go and prepare for the morning meeting."

Wen Liang obediently replied: "Okay."

When Wen Liang left, Luo looked back at Yan Huainan's expression: "Why? Is this coffee so bad?"

Yan Huainan thought for a moment with a solemn expression, then asked him seemingly casually, "What does it mean for a friend to lie to you?"

Luo Hui asked in a daze, "What kind of lie did you tell?"

Yan Huainan continued to be casual: "For example, he went out to play secretly, but lied to you that he went home."

Luo Hui also continued to be confused: "Huh? Your friend?"

Yan Huainan nodded, and glanced at him, his eyes full of doubts.

Luo Hui continued to be confused: "It's your friend, not your girlfriend, do you still care about him secretly going out to play behind your back?"

Yan Huainan was choked up, and looked at him speechlessly.

Luo Hui thought about it again, and was amused: "Your friend thinks you're boring, so he doesn't want to take you to play together. Why, aren't you happy?"

Yan Huainan: "..."

He got up with a coffee cup, and walked out of the lounge with a blank expression on his face. Luo Hui quickly followed, with a playful smile on his face: "OK, OK, I was wrong, whoops, which friend is it, who actually abandoned our old Yan to play alone, It made us Lao Yan feel wronged, tell me quickly, I will scold him for you..."

"...you shut up."

The meeting this morning was extremely long, and while everyone cheered up, they couldn't help but be attracted by the three people sitting at the front of the conference table.

Wearing a sweater and jeans, Luo Hui didn't look like a businessman at all, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, turning his pen.

Yan Huainan was dressed in a white shirt and suit pants, with a straight back, lowered eyelids, and a calm face.

Tapping on the keyboard to record the content of the meeting, he was gentle, handsome and elegant.

The three of them are all the best among men, and each has its own characteristics.

Every time this happens, both men and women here can’t help sighing in their hearts, the torture of the meeting is torture, but at least the eyes can absorb the essence of the world for a week, which is considered a profit.

As soon as the meeting was over, I don't know which senior Luo Hui was chatting with. When Wen Liang realized it, many people had already noticed the pair of cufflinks on his hand. Can't help saying enviously: "Mr. Yan is really kind to Wenzhu..."

Those cufflinks don't look cheap.

What's more, Yan Huainan himself has a prominent family background, so how could he give away cheap things?

Of course, those who are more careful can grasp the key points more accurately-is it a question of how much it costs?Whether it is Yan Huainan or Luo Hui, their identities doomed them to not be able to give away cheap things, only their hearts are the most important thing.

For example, the wine that Luo Hui put on Wenliang's table early in the morning, it seems that this young master picked it up at random, maybe he brought such a bottle for all seven aunts and eight aunts.

And this pair of exquisite cufflinks is unique.

Even though their company has developed to the scale it is today, both Yan Huainan and Luo Hui have more than one assistant, but it has to be said that Wen Liang is indeed the one who receives the most care from Yan Huainan, and everyone can see that , Boss Yan treats Wen Liang differently.

Luo Hui said everything, neither Yan Huainan nor Wen Liang had any intention of covering it up.

Yan Huainan was talking with the high-level executive beside him, when he heard the commotion here, he turned his eyes and took a look at Wen Liang.

Wen Liang's usual smiles are polite and restrained, and only when he gets along with them in private, can he smile extraordinarily brightly.

And at this moment, he was showing his bright smile unabashedly in front of everyone, and as a result, everyone was blinded, and several girls and even... gay men blushed.

As soon as Yan Huainan raised his lips subconsciously, he was caught in the eyes of those eyes that concealed his spring heart. For some reason, the corners of his mouth tightened immediately, and his smile disappeared.

He calmly said: "Everyone has a share of the gift. I will ask Lao Li to send it over to share with you in the afternoon."

The voice is deep and magnetic, making everyone feel like hearing the sound of a fairy.

They froze for a moment, and then cheered collectively.

Of course, those springy eyes moved away from Wen Liang's body one after another.

Yan Huainan relaxed a bit, but immediately saw Wen Liang twisting his neck stiffly bit by bit, looking at him with doubts in his smile.

Yan Huainan: "?"

Wen Liang said word by word: "...Everyone has a share?"

Yan Huainan was stunned for a moment, then nodded without thinking much, and then asked cautiously and suspiciously: "...What's wrong?"

Wen Liang stared at him for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "It's okay, Mr. Yan, you are really kind!"

Yan Huainan: "...??"

The senior next to him trembled.

Obviously, not only Yan Huainan, but even the other party felt a sense of coolness for no reason.

The author has something to say:

Mr. Yan: ...Why are you attacking me? ? ?

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I changed the name of the article yesterday, try to see the effect, and also see if the name of the article can be approved by the editor. I don’t rule out the possibility that I need to change it later. Let me tell you in advance (kneeling

In addition, a wave of red envelopes will be sent under this chapter, and I wish everyone a happy New Year's Day, okay?