Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

In the small cubicle, Mu Zhou was flipping through a magazine and was attracted by a recruitment information.

This fashion magazine is accepting readers' manuscripts, which contain comments on a certain brand's new autumn and winter models this year. If your manuscript is included, you will receive a fee.

Mu Zhou's mind moved, and he said to Wen Xu:

"Lend me your computer."

Wen Xu lent her the computer without asking any questions, and even took the initiative to tell her the lock screen password.

Mu Zhou began to write furiously.

In previous years, various brands sent goods directly to her home, and she also attended many fashion weeks. She was very knowledgeable about those fashions, and naturally had high aesthetic requirements, and would not blindly praise them.

She was clacking at the keyboard.

When Wen Xu went to get some water, he subconsciously glanced at the cup in Mu Zhou's hand. Seeing that she had finished drinking it, he filled it up again for her.

Wen Xu stood behind her and when he lowered his head, he saw the contents on the computer.

There are many model pictures in the file, and there is a description next to each picture.

He thought for a moment before realizing that Mu Zhou was commenting on the clothes.

Just the content of the review...

Wen Xu could only say that this was exactly what Mu Zhou could say.

[How did a security guard sneak onto the catwalk? He immediately walked away.]

Whose blinds did you steal? Return them now.

[Looks like you're applying for a sales position. I wish you success.]

【Exclusive set for the Little Magic Fairies. 】

[This suit is barely passable and can be worn. ]

[No insurance, thank you.]

[Vision is a veteran teacher with 30 years of experience. When he wears this, he looks like the image that parents trust.]

The comments were more vicious than the last, making Wen Xu's mouth twitch.

He asked tentatively:

"Want to submit an article?"

"Yes."

"Will it be a bit sharp?"

Wen Xu said it very tactfully, but Mu Zhou didn't think so:

"I'm telling the truth."

Mu Zhou looked innocent:

"These designers are weird to begin with. I don't know what they're thinking. They charge such high prices for their products, and they're so ugly, yet they insist on calling them fashionable. How can such a thing be possible?"

Wen Xu coughed lightly and took another look at the model pictures.

It seems that what Mu Zhou said is correct.

Those costumes are really hard to describe, each one is weird in its own way.

He had to admit that Mu Zhou's choice of words was precise.

Wen Xu put down the cup and returned to his seat.

Mu Zhou also quickly sorted it out and sent the email.

*

After get off work, Wen Xu went to the hospital with Mu Zhou first.

Li Xiaomeng already knew that Mu Zhou was living at home.

When she learned that Mu Zhou's family had gone bankrupt, she felt very distressed. When she learned from Wen Xu that she was the one who had sponsored the surgery fee before, Li Xiaomeng felt even more grateful and guilty.

But Mu Zhou didn't care.

"If the money wasn't given to the hospital, it would be frozen now, so it's better to give it to the hospital."

Finally, Li Xiaomeng felt better.

On the way home from the hospital, Mu Zhou glanced at the huge poster of jewelry on the street.

I couldn't help but pout, and my mood got a little lower.

She hasn't gone shopping for a long time.

Wen Xu saw her slow down, followed her gaze to the poster beside her, and understood a little.

He pondered for a moment, and suddenly said to Mu Zhou:

"We have developed a mini-program game and have already started promoting it. The results are pretty good. If things go well, we will receive some money next month."

Mu Zhou withdrew his gaze from the poster and looked at him, blinking and his eyes flashing.

and so……

The moment Wen Xu looked into her eyes, his ears began to burn. He avoided her gaze and promised:

"I'll have to bear with you for a while until I get the money. Although this amount of money may not be much for you, but..."

When Wen Xu said this, his tone suddenly paused.

The money that is very important to him is really insignificant to her.

Wen Xu suddenly felt a sense of inferiority in his heart, and he became uneasy.

Such emotions have never been experienced in the past twenty years.

He came from a poor family, his mother was ill all year round, and the family was burdened with heavy expenses. He knew this since he was a child, so he worked hard to earn money.

He never cared about the ridicule and contempt of outsiders.

Inferiority complex has never been his thing.

He seemed to be naturally able to block out those malicious intentions. No words could stir up the waves in his heart, and no one could tear off his aloof and calm shell.

Until Mu Zhou appeared.

I don't know when he changed.

And she began to frequently and wantonly cross his clear bottom line.

After disturbing his pool of spring water, he retreated as if nothing had happened.

But he had false thoughts.

But he doesn't deserve it.

Wen Xu's breath suddenly became heavy, and even his eyebrows and eyes were covered with a layer of darkness.

Mu Zhou was still waiting for him to finish what he was saying, but he watched helplessly as he suddenly fell silent, his lips pursed.

Then he said in a calm voice:

"Why do you want to live in my house?"

Wen Xu felt that he could no longer selfishly try to keep Mu Zhou and make her live a hard life that she shouldn't have.

He never asked her why she wanted to live in his house. She must have some relatives and friends in China, such as Guan Qi.

Whoever it is, has more to give than him.

Mu Zhou didn't know why he suddenly asked this question, so he answered casually:

"Didn't I tell you I had no place to live?"

"You, should have other friends."

He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not mention Guan Qi's name.

But then Mu Zhou snorted:

"Those people are all flatterers. I don't know how they'll laugh at me when they find out my family is bankrupt. I don't want to have to pay attention to their faces. Guan Qi, that heartless little ungrateful bastard, is even more shameless. My parents used to love him so much."

Mu Zhou paused after complaining, and suddenly widened his eyes:

"No, what do you mean? You want to drive me away just because you want to become rich."

“…That’s not what I meant.”

"That's what you mean! You obviously do!"

Mu Zhou stamped his feet in anger and turned to leave:

"Okay, I'll move out now."

Mu Zhou, who usually walks slowly, walked very fast this time. Wen Xu, whose legs were much longer than hers, almost couldn't catch up with her.

Mu Zhou didn't care whether he was following him or not. He went all the way back to the bottom of the tube building, stepped hard on the stairs, and climbed up to the fourth floor.

In the corridor, I happened to meet He Jianian coming out of the room.

Mu Zhou passed by He Jianian as quickly as the wind, opened the door and went back into the house.

How rude.

He Jianian curled his lips.

Then she saw Wen Xu.

"Wen Xu..." Just as she called out his name, Wen Xu quickly passed by her and followed her into the house.

He Jianian's expression changed.

However, judging from Mu Zhou's expression, the two seemed to have had an argument.

He Jianian couldn't help but stand towards them and listen to the movement inside.

The sound insulation of the tube-shaped building is average, and you can basically hear the people talking inside when standing outside the door.

In the room, Mu Zhou found his suitcase and started packing.

Wen Xu subconsciously held her hand and took the suitcase back.

He stood there at a loss, being stared at fiercely by Mu Zhou, but he did not let go of his hand.