Substitute not qualified

Lin Yunqing accepted this insincere apology.

"You will measure the size yourself later, and send it to Assistant Zhou." Wen Zhuo pressed the elevator, ready to leave.

"Mr. Wen, I think this involves privacy." Lin Yunqing politely refused, after all, how could a decent person ask for other people's measurements, especially since he is currently working as a "stand-in" high-risk job.

"That's fine." Wen Zhuo raised his eyelids, glanced at him lightly, and didn't resent him abnormally.

"Go and buy some clothes by yourself in the afternoon, student Lin Yunqing..." Wen Zhuo glanced up and down at him, "The school has school uniforms, don't you prepare work clothes for yourself?"

Lin Yunqing: ...This involves his blind spot of knowledge. What work clothes can a stand-in have?Uniform. Temptation?

But presumably what Wen Zhuo meant was that his clothes are not like Bai Yueguang's style, that is, after all, no Bai Yueguang is so poor that he has no money to buy clothes.

"Mr. Wen, I think it is more appropriate for you to choose the work clothes." Lin Yunqing changed his words without principle, "It is understandable to sacrifice a little privacy for the sake of work."

After all, he doesn't know what kind of dressing style Wen Zhuo likes Bai Yueguang.

Wen Zhuo snorted coldly, stepped into the elevator.

Looking at the gradually decreasing numbers on the elevator, Lin Yunqing sighed, life is not easy, and the substitute money is not so easy to earn.

Still have to find a way out as soon as possible.

Back in the room, he started packing his luggage.The original owner doesn't have many things. Although he is a scumbag, the most things are books, and his major is the same as his, which is history. However, because the school is different, the textbooks of many professional courses are still different.

He plans to take the postgraduate entrance examination and return to his original school A University. After all, that is his real alma mater. He is familiar with the textbooks and teachers, so he can avoid many detours.

By the way, will Wen Zhuo in this world have graduated from University A like him?

Lin Yunqing took out his mobile phone and searched. Sure enough, Wenzhuo Undergraduate School is also a university, but he went to country M for further study after graduation.

wrong!Obviously in the original world, he and Wen Zhuo were in the same class!Wen Zhuo here is actually four years older than him? !

What a loss.

After going out to buy ingredients and returning, Lin Yunqing looked at the time and decided to make a study plan first.Fishing makes people happy.

While classmate Lin was fishing, Mr. Wen was rarely distracted and lazy for a while.

He was looking at the size sent by Assistant Zhou, this waist... Didn't Lin Yunqing lie about the data?

"Mr. Wen, are you sure Mr. Lin likes this color?" Assistant Zhou questioned his boss's aesthetics for the first time as he looked at the pink screen on the phone page.Although this light pink is not ugly, it is lotus root pink with low saturation, but among all the black, white, gray, blue, yellow and brown, there is no need to choose pink...

"That's it, just place an order and have someone deliver it directly to your home." Wen Zhuo nodded, reconfirming that the pink is so good, warm and soft, fresh and elegant.

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Soon, the clothes were delivered to Lin Yunqing.

Classmate Lin looked at the paper bag with great interest, and the clothes were delivered after dry cleaning. I have to say that Wen Zhuo is quite considerate.

He took the clothes out of the bag.

The first is a pink T-shirt.

The second is a pink coat.

The third piece is a pink sweater.

Lin Yunqing: ...

Or before Wen Zhuo came back, he should put some poison in the washed ingredients.

It's not that he has any prejudice against pink.

In the previous world, because he was poor, he often had to choose clothes with off-the-shelf clearance prices. For a while, he found a few T-shirts of good quality and style. Although they were light pink, they were also very good-looking. The key is Wear comfortably.

After wearing it a few times, he found that he had a high rate of turning heads on campus, but wouldn't it be a waste to buy clothes and not wear them? Is money important in the eyes of others?

But Wen is not poor, so why do you have to buy him pink clothes?One or two pieces are fine, do you have any special hobbies for this whole set?

Lin Yunqing put away his clothes, it's better than nothing, he can take it easy.

"So where's your new clothes?" Wen Zhuo, who just came back from get off work, locked his eyes directly on Lin Yunqing's body, and it was still the whitewashed T-shirt, which vaguely outlined the waist, making people's eyes hurt.

"Mr. Wen, I put it away, because I will be cooking later, and I am not willing to wear the clothes I just bought." Lin Yunqing lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head with a gentle smile, "After all, you bought it for me work clothes."

"Lin Yunqing." Wen Zhuo walked towards him, and took off his coat casually.

Lin Yunqing took it and hung it on the coat rack. Looking at Wen Zhuo's frown, she was a little puzzled, whether he was too active just now, or because he laughed, and Mr. Wen didn't like it anymore.

"The existence of value is premised on use value, and items without use value will have no value." Wen Zhuo stood in front of him, his voice was serious and cold, and he almost dragged Lin Yunqing back to high school. political class.

"Boss Wen, what you said is right." Lin Yunqing nodded slightly in agreement.

"So, if you buy new clothes, if you don't wear them, then they will be of no value to you." Wen Zhuo continued to babble.

"Boss Wen, you are right. I will wear it tomorrow." Lin Yunqing took a step back subconsciously. To be honest, he didn't come to be a stand-in, but to attend class, right?Do you want Wen Zhuo to make up for him in politics for the postgraduate entrance examination?

"Every second you leave it idle, you are consuming its life." Wen Zhuo clasped his hands together, with a stern face, his eyes fell on Lin Yunqing's neckline.Maybe it's because the T-shirt has been washed and dried many times, and the neckline is pulled by gravity, and gradually becomes larger and wider, which can no longer cover the clear collarbone.

His eyes paused for a while and then left, his eyes hurt.

Now Lin Yunqing understood what he meant, it was nothing more than asking him to change into new pink clothes now... Does the domineering president have to make such a big circle with his next order?

"But, Mr. Wen, if I change my clothes now, wouldn't it be a waste of its value?" Lin Yunqing frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled.To be honest, he didn't really want to do what Ba Zong wanted, because he suddenly felt that this...was quite interesting.

He slightly frowned and smiled slightly, being a stand-in is not easy.

"Student Lin Yunqing, in life, you have to learn to choose between the important and the important." Wen Zhuo stretched out his hand and pinched his slightly wrinkled neckline, the fabric between his fingertips was a bit rough, "You should let it die."

Lin Yunqing: ...

"So Mr. Wen, rather than clothes and other things outside of the body, I suggest that we might as well meet our survival needs first, such as making a dinner."

Lin Yunqing raised his head and looked at Boss Wen's appearance that he was eager to use the clothes on his body to destroy the corpse. If he compromised, he would make a choice and distinguish between the serious and the serious.

Lin Yunqing changed into new clothes and came to the kitchen alone.

Mr. Wen sat on the sofa in the living room and watched, supervising the work.Lin Yunqing's skin is fair, her hair is a little lighter, and she looks gentle and non-aggressive, which goes well with pale pink.The black apron belt hooked out his slender waist, and he was lowering his head to cut something at this time, and the soft hair moved up slightly along the neck, revealing a piece of white.

Wen Zhuo was in a daze, if Ah Qing was cooking, would it be the same?

He picked up the phone, pointed the camera at the front, framed the picture in his eyes on the screen, and wanted to freeze it.

"Mr. Wen." Lin Yunqing turned around suddenly, saw the cell phone obviously facing him, and was slightly taken aback, "What are you doing?"

"Realize your use value." Wen Zhuo calmly pressed the shooting button.

"Oh, may I ask if there is any other use value that I don't know about? Do you need me to cooperate with you?" Isn't his current use value not cooking dinner?

Looking at the photo, Wen Zhuo frowned slightly. He just captured the moment when Lin Yunqing turned his head back. The eyes of the person in the picture were slightly widened, his lips were slightly parted, and his face was full of doubts. He didn't have his usual fake smile, but he looked cute. a little bit.

"Turn back." Wen Zhuo commanded.

"Okay." Lin Yunqing turned around as promised, and continued to ask the question she didn't ask just now behind his back, "Do you hate the smell of celery?"

"I don't hate it." Wen Zhuo looked carefully at the phone screen, "You take half a step to the left, and lift your right hand up a little bit."

"Okay." Lin Yunqing followed his instructions one by one.

"Okay." Wen Zhuo pressed the shooting button again.

The person in the photo can only see his back, not his face. He lowered his head slightly and was concentrating on chopping vegetables. A little white water mist can be seen faintly above the soup pot, and the originally empty kitchen is full of fireworks, making the picture very warm.

Wen Zhuo clicked on Moments, sent a photo without any text, and then put down the phone. He didn't know that this photo was like a thunderbolt thrown on a calm lake, causing turbulent waves in Moments.

"Go and chop the vegetables." Wen Zhuo came to Lin Yunqing's side, held the handle of the pot in his palm, lightly raised his fingertips, and tapped the back of his fair hand on the handle, "Take it away."

"Huh?" Lin Yunqing let go of his hand hastily. He was still heating the oil in the pan, but he was squeezed away unexpectedly. He didn't realize it for a while, and it seemed that the warmth of the burning palm still remained on the back of his palm.

"Don't we need to meet the needs of survival first?" Wen Zhuo glanced at the ingredients next to him from the corner of his eye, "Do you want fried beef?"

"Hmm." Lin Yunqing handed him the marinated beef slices, then bent slightly, watching the meat gradually turn white in the pot.

The movements of warming and cooking are quite skilled, with fluent movements and elegant posture. To be honest, watching the handsome guy cook is also pleasing to the eye.

"Pass me the plate." Wen Zhuo's deep and deep voice passed through the slightly noisy sound of sipping oil.

Lin Yunqing handed the porcelain plate to him.

"Student Lin Yunqing, I don't think you can satisfy your survival needs by staring at me. Of course, if you are trying to satisfy your emotional needs, I would like to advise you that survival needs are the most basic. Please prioritize." Wen Zhuo said Put the good beef aside, "Give me the ingredients."

Lin Yunqing passed him and poured colorful ingredients into the pot.

"Mr. Wen, I'm staring at the beef."

"Oh, hope the meat will stop your hunger?" Wen Zhuo turned over the ingredients in the pot, "You don't have to wrong yourself so much, you can eat two bowls of rice first."

Lin Yunqing: ...

"I just want to eat meat now." He felt that he might no longer have a filter for Mr. Wen's handsome face, and now it was hard for him to think of Mr. Wen who was as tall and clean as a fairy.

"Plate." Wen Zhuo glanced at him and ordered.

Lin Yunqing held the plate in both hands and handed it over. Could it be that Mr. Wen found out with his conscience that he wanted to give him meat?

Wen Zhuo shoveled the ingredients in the pot to his plate, then poured the celery on his side into the pot.

Lin Yunqing held a plate of accessories: ...

Wen Zhuo let out a snort, picked up the plate containing the sliced ​​meat, picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks, and said two words: "Open your mouth."

Lin Yunqing, who was holding the plate, opened her mouth "ah", to welcome the reward from Mr. Wen.

Just as the chopsticks were about to touch his lips, Wen Zhuo's hand turned back the next second, and the meat sliced ​​into Mr. Wen's mouth.

Lin Yunqing: ... Childish!

The author has something to say:

Lin Yunqing's use value?

Mr. Wen: Cutting vegetables, handing plates, materials for Moments.

About Lin Yunqing's waistline data.

Mr. Wen: Real knowledge comes from practice, and you must be rigorous in life. I don’t believe it if I haven’t seen it in person or measured it.

Because I started working after the holiday, so I will update it at night~