Part-time jobs need to be cautious

"Come in, what are you doing?"

Xu Meng took the clothes thrown by Yin Qinghui, and watched him take off his shirt with his back turned to him, and then bent down to take off his trousers. He could still see the casual expression of the man through the mirror, and the eyes under the thick eyebrows were like eagles. They also stared at him, seeming to dislike his procrastination very much.

Xu Meng didn't want to look directly at Yin Qinghui's back muscles and waistline. When he bent over, he looked a little erotic from behind.Xu Meng turned around awkwardly, facing the wall without looking at the mirror or his back, and changed his clothes slowly.

Compared with ordinary college boys, Xu Meng's complexion is fairer, because he is taller, he looks thinner, and his waist is almost so slender that he can hold it in one hand.

After Yin Qinghui got dressed, he leisurely looked at Xu Meng buttoning his shirt with his back turned to him in the mirror, a little ready to move. He coughed once and found that his voice was hoarse, and coughed twice more to subside the hotness.

"Boss Yin, I've changed."

Xu Meng sniffed the newly changed jacket, which was well tailored and slim, and had a faint scent of men's perfume. He raised his head and smiled shyly at Yin Qinghui, hesitated and said embarrassedly.

"Is this clothes yours? I...will you do it after I wash it later?"

Yin Qinghui looked at the boy wearing his own clothes, his face was still red and he was ashamed. The mood of making a fool of himself in the hall just now had improved. He wanted to promise the boy, but on second thought he refused.

"No need to wash it, just bring it to me next time."

Xu Meng touched the material of his clothes, feeling even more embarrassed——

These clothes are very expensive. Washing them yourself may ruin the pattern.

"The elevator... I'm really sorry..." Xu Meng bowed deeply to Yin Qinghui, he raised his head, his beautiful eyes were a little wet, the sun illuminated half of his face through the hazy window screen, Yin Qinghui looked Cleared the light fluff on Xu Meng's face, as well as the dark and docile pupils.

He was suddenly speechless. The youthful innocence at that moment just now was like a picture scroll. What he yearned for when he was young was to fall in love with such a boy. Until now, this inappropriate obsession has always been exist.

Yin Qinghui originally just wanted to eat a quick meal, but now he is not sure, a strange tenderness arose in his heart, as long as he thought that this boy was still a pure, untapped flower bud, his chest would surge up But then he suppressed this feeling, as if nothing had happened, he answered Xu Meng coldly: "It's okay." Afraid that he was too indifferent, he added.

"Your stomach is not very good, you should pay attention to it in the future, and don't exercise vigorously before and after eating."

Yin Qinghui frowned after saying this. He said too much. Before Xu Meng could respond, he opened the door and walked into the corridor. After thinking for a while, he called an assistant and pointed to Xu Meng and said to that person.

"You take him back to school."

"No, no need... I'll go back soon, and it's not convenient for me to ride a bicycle."

Yin Qinghui was very upset when his offer was rejected. He glared at the assistant whose name he didn't know. The other person was sweating, so he wiped his forehead and asked tentatively, "Do you want to put the bike in the trunk?"

Yin Qinghui finally had a pleasant face: "Just do it like this!"

When Xu Meng returned to school, he received a call from his senior, urging him to participate in club activities. He glanced at the time and date, and it was Thursday, that's right. Every Thursday night, the guitar club will hold club activities.

"You go too infrequently, and you will be disqualified from the club! You only get credits after joining the club for one year, don't forget it!"

"Okay, I understand senior, thank you."

"The event is in the complex, don't forget to sign in!"

"Uh-huh."

Xu Meng arrived at the complex building 10 minutes earlier. He carefully bypassed the dance practice crowd and walked through the lobby to find the guitar training room.There were a few people sitting in twos and threes, mostly boys, and they were all practicing chords while watching the score or humming to count the beat.

"What are you doing here?"

A boy with white hair was squatting on the table. After Xu Meng entered the door, he raised his face and stared at him, his eyes were empty but his tone was a bit cold.

"Practice the guitar."

The boy seemed to have heard the funniest joke. He glanced at Xu Mengkong's empty back, sneered and put out the cigarette in his hand, and Xu Mengcai noticed that he was smoking indoors.

"Lian-ji-he, come without a guitar, tsk tsk."

The white-haired boy jumped off the table, walked up to Xu Meng with his left hand in his trouser pocket, and suddenly grabbed Xu Meng's right hand and looked at it: "There is no callus on the belly of the finger, and it is as thin and tender as a woman." His The fingers were slender and beautiful, but in Xu Meng's hand they looked like eagle's claws.

Xu Meng pursed his lips and pushed the white-haired man's hand away. The other party let go of his hand, but did not intend to let him go. He leaned against Xu Meng, picked up a guitar and threw it into his arms.

"Show me a section, let me see how you're doing."

Xu Meng managed to catch the guitar in the air, a little shocked, he was a little too lazy to scold this person, he touched the guitar in his hand, his eyes were gentle, and he felt nostalgic.When his father was not injured at work, he had learned guitar for two years, but now his fingering is rusty.

In the small guitar training room, the soft "Castle in the Sky" sounded. The boy's eyes were slightly lowered, and he hummed softly along with the guitar. Other guitarists looked at them tacitly and paused.

"...It's okay, generally, you need to practice more."

"Let me teach you what it's like to really play the guitar."

The white-haired man grabbed the guitar, skillfully posed in a sitting position, swiped with his right hand, and the handsome and melodious prelude began.

The fingers are slender, changing chords on the head of the piano, and the broad right hand sweeps and slaps the melody, and there is a smooth slide from time to time. It is Chen Chusheng's "Girl".

The white-haired man looked up at Xu Meng with provocative and confident eyes. His eyes were full of unruly handsomeness and joy of loving music.Xu Meng suddenly felt relieved, how bad can a boy who likes music be?

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