immortal game

Hearing the sound, the man turned around. His complexion was fair, his hair was slightly curly, and his black hair was pulled back into a small knot. His eyes were long and narrow and the end of the eyes was slightly raised. There was a pair of metal glasses frames on the bridge of his nose, and he smiled. When he got up, his brows and eyes were curved, and even the creases at the end of his eyes were deeper.He wore a dark blue striped waistcoat with a white shirt under it, which complemented his broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs.

Judging from his age, he is about [-] years old, and he looks quite approachable and artistic.

"Spring, are you going out on a date with your boyfriend?" the man asked with a casual smile, his tone cold.

"Haha, no." Chunchun did not forget to praise: "This dress is very suitable for you, you really have vision."

I saw that the man was holding a well-tailored black shirt, but compared to the simple style, it was the hands that really attracted the attention. The fingers were slender and bony, with blue veins floating on the back of the hands, and the well-groomed nails There was a layer of dark red nail polish on it, which looked even more seductive against the black background, which did not match the man's gentle and dignified appearance.

"This is the curator of our Muxi Street Art Museum—Curator Ye. I just met this handsome guy at the entrance of the department store. His name is Chen Mo." Spring introduced the two enthusiastically.

It is common for the system NPC to know the player's name, so Chen Mo is not surprised.

"He looks handsome." Director Ye commented.

"Curator Ye, okay." After clearing his throat slightly, Chen Mo replied sternly.

Spring seems to be quite familiar with this curator Ye, walking and chatting along the way.

"I also visited your art gallery yesterday, and there is another batch of paintings. I saw a few lacquer paintings, which are very beautiful."

Curator Ye smiled and said, "The lacquer paintings are highly decorative, and many neighbors like those paintings."

"Yes, there is one that I think is particularly beautiful—"

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Chen Mo fell behind, listening silently, like a mighty bodyguard.

Curator Ye picked out the clothes very quickly, and finished the selection after three times, five times and two divisions. Before ignoring Chen Mo, he stood in front of him and politely asked for advice: "Do you think I look good in the clothes?"

Curator Ye is just a clothes hanger, with a well-proportioned and tall figure.Basically all types of clothes can hold up.

Chen Mo's face was serious and solemn: "It looks good."

Curator Ye smiled like a spring breeze.

Chunchun naturally took the packed clothes from Director Ye and handed them to Chen Mo, jokingly said: "The duty of a bodyguard."

Curator Ye didn't refuse much, and said to Chen Mo gently: "Thank you."

So the two people in front were very clean and tidy with empty hands, while Chen Mo made more and more bags, which made him a bodyguard.

In the following time, it was basically Chen Mo and Director Ye who accompanied Chunchun to go shopping, but obviously, compared to Chen Mo, Spring liked Director Ye more, because whenever she asked for their opinions, Director Ye would Properly suggest one or two, Chen Mo doesn't know much about these outfits, so he can only watch silently.

In the middle of the spring, I went to the bathroom and found a vent. Curator Ye and Chen Mo leaned on the railing and waited. Curator Ye took out a cigarette from his pocket familiarly and lit it.Gray-blue smoke flickered against the contours of his face.

With just a few sips in his mouth, Curator Ye conveniently stubbed out the cigarette. The yellow and white cigarette end seemed to match the dark red nails very well.

Chen Mo stared at the bony bluish hand in a daze.

Curator Ye leaned on the railing and watched from afar. The wind blows away his upstroked hair, and the black hair falls down and spreads across his forehead. It does reduce his age, showing a bit of purity.

However, Chen Mo didn't raise his head all the time, as if he was in a trance, he just stared at the dark red nails, his throat rolled twice in the middle, and he wanted to speak, but he choked him.

...

"I've been waiting for a long time." When spring appeared, the stiff atmosphere was broken.

Suddenly, Curator Ye turned his head, tilted his head, and squinted at Chen Mo with a smile.

Chen Mo was startled, and suddenly had the illusion of being stung by a poisonous snake.