Mr. Wang told me to cross-dress and I don't follow [Entertainment]

As soon as Chai Ziming woke up, his expression was gloomy.

His body was clean and fresh, but he felt that his face was completely lost.

Wang Jiarong reckoned that the company had asked for leave today, and was lying on the side and still fast asleep.

And Chai Ziming woke up earlier than usual because of the discomfort in his lovely buttocks.

Neither of them was wearing anything.

The two sets of matching clothes from last night were now lying in a crumpled pile on the floor beside the bed.

Both of them are used to sleeping alone, and now sleeping on the same bed is also occupying a piece of their own.

Chai Ziming moved his body, and couldn't stop crying in his heart.

my waist!

my ass!

My delicate little chrysanthemum!

The malice of this world!

After shouting that the lyrics are not like lyrics, and poetry is not like poetry, his stomach made a "grunt—" sound.

Too much exercise and he's hungry.

When you are hungry, you can only get up and look for food.

He tried to get up, only to feel as if yesterday, instead of pistons, he had done a thousand sit-ups...

Chai Ziming had no choice but to continue to lie flat and give up struggling.

Because his body was too uncomfortable, he slapped his palm on the quilt covered by Wang Jiarong: "Get up."

Wang Jiarong was so frightened that he opened his eyes suddenly, and when he saw Chai Ziming, he exhaled: "...What are you doing? You scared me to death."

Chai Ziming took two more shots, as if he wanted to get revenge. Yesterday he was spanked several times by Mr. Wang: "I'm hungry, go get some breakfast, I saw you have a toaster."

Wang Jiarong felt refreshed physically and mentally, and nestled under the quilt: "No, I want to sleep for a while."

Seeing Wang Jiarong's gesture, Chai Ziming got angry, and leaned over to pull Wang Jiarong's face: "Yesterday you made me wear that suit and I haven't settled with you yet! You still want to starve me!!"

Wang Jiarong was invigorated by Chai Ziming.

He blinked twice: "Go to the table, let go of the mud."

Chai Ziming let go, and ordered: "Egg bread with lettuce and tomato salad, with a glass of milk."

Wang Jiarong's voice this time was finally normal: "Okay."

He got up from the bed, didn't care that he didn't wear any clothes, and did a chest expansion exercise, and then he walked towards the closet carelessly, took out a nightgown to put on himself, and took a loose pair Put on your boxers.

After fastening the belt around his waist, he walked to the bed and kissed Chai Ziming's lips: "I'll bring it to you later."

... Feeling that he should not look so weak, Chai Ziming said seriously: "No, you do it first, I'll go wash up, and I'll come out later."

Wang Jiarong nodded: "Yes."

When Wang Jiarong went out, Chai Ziming began to struggle with his body again.

Yesterday was really too careless, he lifted the quilt and saw that his body was full of marks.

Sighing, Chai Ziming sat up with difficulty: "It seems to be okay if I sit up."

He successfully put his feet on the floor beside the bed, found his slippers, stood up vigorously, and walked towards coming out.

As a result... After two steps, he began to feel that his face was about to turn red: "Why is my butt so sore..."

Fortunately, apart from the muscle ache all over his body, his actions were not affected much.

He took a pair of pajamas from the closet, and a pair of Mr. Wang's boxers.

To be honest, Mr. Wang's boxer pants...the color is really quite fancy, with a black bottom, dark purple patterns and silver hooks.

This color is basically worn to the beach without any sense of disobedience.

Chai Ziming pulled up his underwear, and commented very pertinently: "It's quite elastic, it must be very comfortable to wear."

After putting on such a suit, he wandered off to wash up.

After washing up, he wandered to the living room to sit again, and patted the table: "Let's serve dinner."

Wang Jiarong just brought out the things: "The slices of bread are hot, you put the eggs, tomatoes, and lettuce in. I'll get the salad and milk."

Chai Ziming began to eat breakfast happily: "Hey, it's good to have someone to serve you."

Wang Jiarong laughed out loud: "You are welcome to stay with me, even for a few days."

Chai Ziming shook his head: "No, I still want to film."

Wang Jiarong didn't say this again: "Can I go out today, or just rest at home with me?"

fast

After stacking the food and taking the salad Wang Jiarong handed over, Chai Ziming said, "Go out. My goal is the stars and the sea."

"Stars and seas?" Wang Jiarong took out a cup, went to fetch milk and poured it for him, "What do you want to do today?"

Chai Ziming: "Look at the factory."

factory?

clothes making?

Wang Jiarong looked at Chai Ziming: "I haven't heard you mention it."

Chai Ziming bit a piece of bread and said vaguely: "You didn't ask. I've been too busy recently."

Wang Jiarong didn't ask him if he could handle it, and agreed: "Okay, then I'll go with you later. Tell me clearly about the location."

Chai Ziming nodded: "Yeah. It's not far away. It's mainly to look at the equipment, and let the factory produce a few pieces to see the effect. My drawings have already been sent anyway."

Wang Jiarong also prepared breakfast for himself, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't washed yet after being thrown over to make breakfast: "I'm going to brush my teeth first."

Chai Ziming ate breakfast and drank milk, and within a few minutes, Mr. Wang, who had just washed up, sat back in his seat and had breakfast with him.

After quietly eating breakfast, Chai Ziming drank milk and remembered a key question: "I said, what should I wear today?"

Wang Jiarong also settled her own breakfast quickly: "I put all your clothes in a cabinet, and you can pick them out later."

Chai Ziming thought of his "pajamas" last night and felt that something was wrong with him: "...can I know in advance, do you have normal clothes?"

"Don't worry, there are still normal clothes." Wang Jiarong looked as if he was not the one who tricked Chai Ziming yesterday, "Do I seem to be someone who will force you to wear strange clothes?"

Chai Ziming's voice was full of pain: "Like. It's so similar."

Wang Jiarong: "..."

After the two of them finished eating, Wang Jiarong brought Chai Ziming to the exclusive wardrobe: "You can look through it casually, it's all inside."

The wardrobe is a sliding door type, which is very long and can hold a lot of clothes at a glance.

Looking at the wardrobe in front of him, Chai Ziming was completely ready.He exhaled and opened the large wardrobe in front of him.

At this moment of pulling away, his eyes couldn't help but widen.

For the clothes hanging, the styles in the front are all too familiar, while the styles in the back are all uniforms.

The most exaggerated thing is that the lower and upper ends of the clothes are hung in grids.

The upper grid contains small items, including gloves and hats.The bottom grid is full of shoes, from summer to winter.

Normal clothes are also available.

Those normal clothes include some that Chai Ziming often wears this year, and some that he often wears last year.

I don't know if it's because the weather is still winter, so there are not many summer clothes, and not many spring and autumn clothes.

Chai Ziming couldn't speak anymore, and stammered: "...It's true, there is something normal."

Wang Jiarong loosened the strap of her nightgown: "Well, I'll go change my clothes too. Set off early to settle the business."

Chai Ziming was still in shock, and nodded in a daze.