On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

He took Chen Qian's hand and walked upstairs without saying anything, but his mouth was pleading, "Can you fulfill my little wish?"

Chen Qian lowered his eyes, looked at his wrist which was tightly held, and sighed helplessly.

Doesn't this mean you don't have a chance to refuse? Since you're so proactive, why bother pretending to be pitiful and asking questions non-stop...

The wooden spiral staircase soon reached the end, and two rooms inside was Chen Qian's room.

Chi Mu walked lazily but not slowly, and brought Chen Qian to a stop in front of the dark wooden door with ease.

That natural look made Chen Qian a little dazed, as if he was the master of this house.

He raised his hand and wanted to open the door directly, but when he touched the door handle, he stopped.

After thinking about it for a while, he took two steps to make room in front of the door, and then put Chen Qian's hand on the metal door handle.

"Open the door, master," he said.

"The owner of the room," he added leisurely.

Chen Qian glanced at him sideways and couldn't help but complain in his heart: What master? He obviously doesn't even have the power to finish his words...

The wooden door opened a crack in Chen Qian's hand, and the next second, Chi Mu pinched his waist and half pushed and half pushed him into the door.

Chen Qian was startled and almost screamed. Before he could comment on it, Chi Mu let him go and walked away as if nothing had happened.

"I didn't expect your room to be completely different from Chen Tian's." He said as he looked around, occasionally picking up a piece of furniture in the room. "The styles are different, and the preferences are also very different."

"Isn't that natural?" Chen Qian sat on the bed, recalling Chen Tian's preferences for the house. Neither the furniture nor the cool and simple color tones were what he would choose.

"Indeed, Chen Tian is a meticulous person. I remember he always said that the room must look clean." Chi Mu took a model off the bookshelf.

That was a birthday present given to Chen Qian by a classmate in junior high school. It was said to be a spaceship from a science fiction movie, but he himself didn't actually remember what movie it was.

"What about me?" Chen Qian asked involuntarily.

"You?" Chi Mu paused, as if he was thinking about something, his expression was serious.

After a long while, he said casually, "You are the warm type, right?"

"what?"

"That's right, I'm soft and hot, and the things I like are also very approachable." He put the model back in its place and solemnly analyzed the warm type.

"Can you say you're my little sun? Everyone likes you very much, and you're so cute."

"Is that me?" Chen Qian felt a little abstract and a little embarrassed.

When he grew up, he only remembered that he had a lot of dark history when he was a child. Sometimes he was silly and stupid. He was always praised for being cute just because of his face.

"Why do you say that? You have a deep misunderstanding of yourself." Chi Mu was a little dissatisfied with his question.

"You must have misunderstood. You're praising this little junior high kid to bits."

"Junior high school? I'm only talking about you." Chi Mu frowned slightly and looked at Chen Qian with a complicated expression, "Shouldn't I tell you my opinion earlier, and say it several times, so that you don't have a lack of understanding of yourself?"

"That's not necessary." Chen Qian said with shame.

Chi Mu: "Hearing you say that, I feel it is even more necessary."

As Chi Mu was enthusiastically touring the room, time passed quickly and the sunny afternoon quietly disappeared.

The sky always gets dark very early in winter, and soon only a few faint lights are left embedded in the clouds, flickering, as if they will disappear in the next second.

After seeing Chi Mu off, Chen Qian threw himself onto the sofa in the living room, feeling powerless.

Zhong Yi had returned to the room at some point. The huge room was so quiet that there was no other sound except Chen Qian's own breathing.

He stared at the ceiling in a daze for a long time, and after a while, he suddenly remembered that there were still many things belonging to Chi Mu in the drawer of the desk in the room.

I have to find a time to return the photo frame and necklace to him.

Chen Qian lay flat on the sofa and murmured to himself: "We have to see each other again..."

……

"The last time you called me, you told me that we had another event. When was it?" Chen Qian asked Zhong Yi while swiping the mouse.

"Christmas Eve, 7pm." Zhong Yi blurted out without hesitation. After all, this was an unforgettable date.

Hearing this time, Chen Qian couldn't help but feel dazed.

He hasn't celebrated Christmas since his third year in Denmark.

Many people would have unnecessary expectations when there was no hope, so every Christmas after that, he just waited at home.

"It's this week, but today is already Thursday." Chen Qian quickly gathered his thoughts and returned to the task at hand, still chattering about the details. "What kind of event is it? Are there any dress codes?"

"The invitation letter has been sent to your email." Zhong Yi said, and Chen Qian's computer beeped.

"Okay, let me take a look." Chen Qian moved the mouse and clicked on the mailbox.

The time was very short and there was not much time to prepare.

Chen Qian didn't even have time to read the details of the invitation letter. He only confirmed the dress code and venue.

The dress code is simple, just formal attire with red elements, and the event will be held in the banquet hall of the largest five-star hotel in the city.

"Red..." Chen Qian stared blankly at the row of ties, bow ties and other accessories, "I feel like nothing goes well with it."

He was wearing a black suit with dark patterns. The satin on the chest extended to the waist. It was simple yet well-designed. In order to avoid excessive weight, he wore a wool turtleneck sweater of the same color inside.

This suit was picked out at the last minute and doesn't really fit me.

But after being sent to the clothing studio for expedited modifications, the designer, who claimed that "a thin waist is also an advantage and must be shown", made the waist very tight, almost cutting it close to the waistline, and it was too fitting.

This made Chen Qian worry whether the coat would become tight after eating at the dinner party.

"How can it not match? Red is very popular recently, and there are all kinds of styles and designs. Take your time to choose." The designer who loves thin waists leaned against the counter and said nonchalantly, but his eyes were looking back and forth at Chen Qian's work.

Satisfied with the look, he even boasted, "I have to say, my grasp of the size is better than that of a sew-on, right?"

"Have you forgotten that I'm not a model? I have to eat at the dinner party." Chen Qian rolled his eyes silently and complained.