beautiful boss

When did you start wearing women's clothing?

I can't remember the scene clearly, but it was probably when he was a teenager after going abroad. In the late-night parties where foreign teenagers gathered together, the fresh desires and desires that emerged in the colorful open nights were definitely not as simple as the sprouting hormones.

But Jingjing is a real conservative feudalist at heart, and he rarely goes to such gatherings, especially after being touched by someone pretending to be a chick several times in order to cater to his so-called friends, Jingjing is not sensitive to such occasions.

But if young people have any necessary social channels other than group work, it is estimated that there are only various parties.

After Jing doesn't participate in these things, as the young master of a wealthy family, he doesn't need to find a part-time job by himself, so visiting some surrounding art exhibitions and hanging out at flea markets in other urban areas become a magic weapon for Jing to pass the time.

There are all kinds of strange shopkeepers in the Flea Market, an old lady with a colorful hair dyed hair selling old paintings, an old man wearing a motorcycle suit selling pumpkins, and an old lady with a flower arm who runs a second-hand shop.

Even though I stayed abroad, I was not surprised by the stimulating education and felt that this flea market was full of strange people.

It wasn't until he came across Monet's jewelry designs for the first time in the jewelry magazines he often read, and started to act decisively because he was a bit of a collector of beautiful things, but the ready-made jewelry stores told him that these had been discontinued.

It seems that he couldn't bear to see the scenery lost, a kind shop assistant told him that he could go to the second-hand shop to try the water, maybe he could find it.

So Jing once again set foot in the flea market.

The blond woman with flower arms listened to his intention and displayed all the Monet jewelry she had collected over the years.

The aunt didn't seem to have much interest in those jewels, so she didn't arrange them properly, but just let them pile up.

But the years have not worn away the surface of those gold and silver ornaments, until Jing saw them in the box, they were still as bright and clean as new, full of brilliance.

The price of these jewels is not high, so Jing Jing picked a few simple and neutral brooches and handed them to the clerk to wrap them up.

While waiting, he turned his head and looked at the other clothes on the shelves.

The clothes from the past can be kept to the present, most of them are cut and stitched with great care, and the fabrics are well selected. Looking at the scene, the owner is pulling a long red velvet dress. I don’t know when the auntie quietly walked behind him: " If you want to wear it, you can also try it, it will definitely look good."

Jing Jing, who was used to being recognized as a girl, put down her skirt and said helplessly, "I'm a boy, ma'am."

The aunt raised her eyebrows, "How can I not recognize you as a little boy, but sir, it's just clothes, it has nothing to do with gender, if you want to try, you can try."

"Look—" the young man blinked his eyes, a little puzzled and timid.

"Because you think it looks good, don't you? Then wear it. When the clothes are only hanging, they can't show their beauty."

"But when worn on a human body, both the human body and the clothes are beautiful." The aunt touched Jing's small head with her hand.

I don't know that sentence touched Jing at the time, he really had a brainstorm and bought that old skirt.

Later, Jing Jing would also suspect that what the aunt said back then was actually just a sales pitch to trick him into buying it, but it is undeniable that those words still remain in his heart.

For him, women's clothing is no longer just a beautiful appearance, it gradually represents the deeper and unspeakable wishes in his heart, and those desires, desires and intentions that cannot be expressed are all contained in it.

Jing Jing held the one-piece neckline with one hand, and opened the wooden door in front of him with the other hand. The high heels knocked on the thick carpeted floor, leaving only a very light 'dong dong' sound.

Qin Yi, who was standing in the study on the phone, looked towards the door with feeling, but couldn't tell whether it was a sympathy or something. The door of the study was opened, and the scene in full dress stood quietly at the door, instantly attracting Qin Yi's full attention .

He didn't know how to describe the scene in front of him, the way of dressing up the scenery was simply superb, from the figure to the face, it seemed to be different from the one Qin Yi was familiar with, but they were indeed the same person, so beautiful that both people and gods were angry.

It was as if a layer of mysterious veil had shrouded Jing Jing's body, but that did not prevent Qin Yi from walking towards him step by step, wanting to gently brush away that thin barrier.

His hand fell in front of Jingjing, and Jingjing, whose heart was trembling, didn't know what Qin Yi was going to do without saying a word, or stretched out his hand and fell into Qin Yi's palm, and used a smile to cover up that he was at this moment. tension.

"It's beautiful." Qin Yi held Jing's hand like a gentleman, and Jing was able to look at him with high heels. Qin Yi regretted a little: "If I knew you would wear such a beautiful dress, maybe I should Go downstairs and bring up your suit and tie."

He wanted to give the scene the respect that matched his heart.

"It's okay, and I don't really want to go to the dance." The calm Qin Yi let Jing's heart completely rest in his stomach, and he became more comfortable in his actions and affairs.

His fingers on Qin Yi's palm unconsciously curled up slightly, Qin Yi's palm felt numb as ants crawled over, his palm was a little hot, but at this moment his heart was even hotter.

"Why are you wearing this dress?"

"I think you should like this style." Jing Jing lowered her head and shook her shiny shoe tips and layers of turbulent skirts, "You like black-haired women who look a bit cold, don't you?"

"This—" Qin Yi didn't know how to answer, these few conditions had nothing to do with the person he liked except black hair, "How did you guess?"

"Because, the last time I was in the office, I was wearing a black wig, and my persona was also that kind of aloof professional woman." Jing Jing blinked, "You said you thought it was pretty."

Later, Jingjing thought about Qin Yi's reaction carefully, and felt that besides being frightened, he was also a little surprised.

"Just because of this?"

"Well...you don't like this?"

"Ah."

Jing Jing withdrew her hand, picked up the hem of the skirt, and said very kindly: "It doesn't matter, what kind do you like, I will change it."

Qin Yi didn't like women at all, so he couldn't think of what type of woman he would like. Qin Yi smiled wryly, grasping the scene of changing clothes just around the corner.

"It's okay, you look good in your clothes, and I like all the good-looking ones."

Qin Yi didn't like women very much since he was adolescence in high school. When young boys of the same age were discussing which class of girls was good-looking or even which teacher was the best-looking, his heart was as dead as water.

At that time, Qin Yi even thought that he was asexual for a while, until he found out that he was actually a late bloomer, and there were some things that became sober after a dream.

Some likes have been accumulated for many years, but at a certain moment they suddenly arise and grow wantonly.

"Do you want to touch it?" Jing Jing said suddenly.

Qin Yi, who was almost torn apart in a gentleman's mask, was dumbfounded, "Huh?"