Shimmer as promised

Extra 1

Xu Weichen has never been very concerned about dressing, so when Xu Yao proposed to take him to buy shirts on weekends, his first reaction was panic.Could it be that my clothes have lowered Zia's image, and even the director can't stand it?He was thinking with some worry, and chatted absently with Song Sifan about the latest project progress in the chat tool. When he found out, he had already typed the word "shirt" in the chat box and sent it out.

[Sifan]: Shirt?

[Weichen]: Cough cough, slippery hands

[Sifan]: Oh~

[Weichen]: Wait!It's not what you think……

【Sifan】: I understand ^_^

Sitting in Xu Yao's car, Xu Weichen was still thinking about what Song Sifan knew. His right hand rubbed the handlebar nervously, and he didn't even hear Xu Yao call him.Xu Yao stopped at a red light and glanced at him, thinking that he was nervous about his first date, and suddenly felt that even the traffic jam in City B became more pleasing to the eye.

Xu Yao drove all the way to the highest shopping mall in City B and parked his car, Xu Weichen let him take him with him, and went straight to the men's clothing.

"What do you think of this?" Xu Weichen asked while holding a white shirt.The pure white, without any patterns, dazzled Xu Yao a little.

Xu Yao's eyes shifted from the white shirt to Xu Weichen, "Do you like white very much?"

Xu Weichen felt a little nervous under his gaze, and didn't know how to answer for a while, "Ah...not at all."

"Then why are your shirts all white?"

Xu Weichen tilted his head and thought for a while, it seems that it is indeed...

Because it is convenient to choose - of course, he would never say such a bad taste on this occasion.Thinking about it carefully, Xu Yao has never had a white shirt in the traditional sense. Even a shirt with a white background is embroidered with very delicate dark patterns.Does Xu Yao hate pure white?

Xu Yao stepped forward to take the white shirt in his hand and hung it back on the hanger, turning him away from the solid-color shirt area.The patterned area is far away from the solid-colored shirt area. Xu Weichen felt a retreat when faced with a wall of colorful shirts.

He shrank his head and said weakly, "The white shirt is pretty good..."

Xu Yao pressed his hands lightly on his shoulders, and looked down at him. When Xu Weichen raised his head, he saw himself reflected in the amber pupils.

"Actually, the shirts that are suitable for everyone are different, why don't you try different styles?" Xu Yao's words were like a light feather, every word scratched his ticklish places just right.Compared with all kinds of strange shirts, Xu Weichen chose to lose to Yuyu.

Satisfied, Xu Yao let Xu Weichen try all kinds of shirts in the store, and finally picked out a few that he thought were the most suitable.Xu Weichen glanced at the sign unintentionally. He was a little frightened, but he didn't dare speak against Xu Yao, so he secretly decided to work more overtime in the future.

When Xu Yao was about to check out, Xu Weichen carefully asked with a pile of shirts in his arms, "Can I buy a white shirt myself?"

Perhaps it was Xu Weichen's cooperation all afternoon that pleased Xu Yao, the arrogant director looked down at him, and nodded sympathetically, "Go and pick."

Somewhat surprised by Xu Yao's easy talk, Xu Weichen looked at Xu Yao's face, he was neither angry nor helpless, but rather satisfied with the lingering lingering lingering lingering lingering lingering lingering lingering in a pleasant atmosphere.

Xu Weichen was afraid that he would repent, so he stuffed a bunch of shirts in his arms to him, plunged into the plain area, quickly picked out the white shirt he picked up for the first time, and handed it to Xu Yao, smiling flatteringly.

Xu Yao handed this one directly to the clerk, "Please get another large size of the same style, thank you."

Xu Weichen: "..."

Director Xu, you never wear white shirts...

On Monday Xu Weichen got up early in the morning, standing in front of the empty closet that was now full, he, who has always made quick decisions, unexpectedly suffered from difficulty in choosing.

In the past, he almost always bought white shirts, and there was nothing to choose from. Now shirts of various colors and textures are crowded in the closet, and they all seem to be swearing their presence vigorously, twittering at him: "Choose me! Choose me!" Me!" Xu Weichen felt the embarrassment of a fourth-ranked contestant on a talent show.

If he didn't wear the clothes Xu Yao bought, he might get angry again, but Xu Weichen really couldn't wear the colorful shirt, so after thinking about it, he still chose the white shirt he chose in the end.

Adhering to Xu Weichen's consistent white shirt line, the company colleagues are used to it, and no one has noticed that the price of his white shirt has directly doubled compared to the previous ones.

Xu Weichen breathed a sigh of relief, and as soon as he turned on the computer in his seat, he received an email from the client, saying that he would send the completed bidding document immediately.Xu Weichen quickly printed it out and sent it to Lei Meng for signature.

The lights in Lei Meng's office were dimmed, and the computer was not on the desk. Xiao Yuan, who was passing by, saw him standing at the door, and kindly reminded him: "Are you looking for Manager Lei? He seems to say that he has a meeting at the headquarters today, and he may not be able to enter the company until tomorrow."

"But I have a bidding letter for him to sign. The client is in a hurry, and I have to send it out today."

"Then there's no other way. If it's really urgent, you can go to the next level and ask Mr. Xu to sign."

Xu Weichen had no choice but to knock on the director's office door with the bidding letter.

Xu Yao was wearing a black suit today, and was writing something with the pen he never left his hand.Hearing the knock on the door, he looked up at the person's face, found that it was Xu Weichen, and moved his gaze to his upper body.

I don't know how Director Xu recognized the one he bought from the white shirts that looked exactly the same, but he nodded in satisfaction, "What's the matter?"

Xu Weichen hurriedly handed over the bidding letter: "I have a bidding letter, and the client said that it will be sent out today."

Xu Yao flipped through it casually. He was always at ease when Xu Weichen produced it. "The bidding document needs to be signed by the manager first."

"I know, but Manager Lei is not here today. He said he went to the headquarters for a meeting."

"As far as I know... the meeting at the headquarters has been temporarily cancelled." Xu Yao said leisurely, as if he was just explaining a fact.

Inexplicably, Xu Weichen felt that Xu Yao had already sentenced Lei Meng in his heart, so he lighted a candle for Lei Meng silently, hoping that he would be able to withstand Xu Yao's anger when he came back from nothing.

Of course, Director Xu is not willing to embarrass the dedicated employees, "I signed it first, and the customer can send it directly if he can't wait. If Remon comes back, let him sign again."

"Okay, okay."

Xu Yao signed his name on the last page, and Xu Weichen hurried to the table to sort out the bidding documents that Xu Yao had messed up.

His figure is thin, but fortunately the white makes him appear fatter, which makes him not look so thin from a distance.Now when I look closely, I realize that only his shoulders can barely support the clothes. As he leans over, his slender collarbone forms two deep grooves. Looking from the collar of his shirt, he can just see a point on his chest. Son Chunguang.

Xu Yao showed a meaningful smile, quietly thinking about how to make this peeping open and aboveboard.Whenever he thinks, he will subconsciously turn the pen, just as at this moment his hand also begins to touch the pen unconsciously.

Xu Weichen finished sorting out the bidding documents, greeted Xu Yao and prepared to leave.

Before Xu Yao could figure out how to eat his prey, he ran away. He hastily and subconsciously called out: "Wait!"

Xu Weichen raised his head and looked at him suspiciously: "Mr. Xu, is there anything else you can do?"

"..." Xu Yao's normally shrewd mind froze a bit at this moment, and he was scratching his head trying to figure out what excuses he could use to keep Xu Weichen behind, when he happened to touch a pen at this time.

Now that the fountain pen he had been looking for was available, Xu Yao was relieved. He came up with a reason on an idea, and began to turn the fountain pen unconsciously.

"You..." He just said a word, and the churning pen seemed to be because he had been forgotten for a long time before, so he decided to brush up the sense of existence angrily, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of ink with all his strength.

The ink drew an elegant arc in mid-air, and by coincidence, it all spilled on Xu Weichen's brand new white shirt.

Xu Weichen: "..."

Xu Yao: "..."