I, Yuelao, quit!

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Tiantingyue Lao Su Yun, in 8102, was struggling in the flood of cold sweat, surrounded and submerged by layers of goosebumps.

In the end, he died suddenly in the world due to excessive shame.

Daimao was so nervous that he stretched straight, Su Yun took out a piece of clothing on the hanger next to him and rushed up, stuffed it into Lu Sheng's arms, blocking his phone screen.

"Lu Sheng, try this high-necked dress first!"

Lu Yue looked at Xiao Yuelao who was busy picking out clothes for him in order to divert his attention, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

What Su Yun put in his arms was a front and back yoke style windbreaker with a stand collar.

Lu Yue casually glanced at the dress, leaned over and lowered his head, and whispered to Su Yun's ear.

"The text message said that if I wear this windbreaker, I can conquer the hearts of thousands of boys and girls with my appearance, and ignite their lonely and empty hearts like dry wood..."

He paused for a while, and his lips moved closer to Su Yun's ears.

"...is your heart burning?"

When Lu Yue spoke, the warm breath blew on Su Yun's ears, and his earlobes were so numb that he almost lost consciousness.

But Su Yun was not in the mood to blush shyly.

He covered his forehead, rested his right elbow with his left hand, his eyes were empty, and he didn't say a word.

...I really want to travel back to the past, and beat myself who sent text messages when my mind was hot.

At that time, he was just short of words. He randomly searched the Internet for rainbow farts blown by fans to idols, and then skillfully used rainbow farts in fashion matching skills.

But Lu Sheng seems to have completely eliminated the dressing skills as dry goods, leaving only the irrelevant rainbow fart.

He stayed up all night with his head hanging on his shoulders, scrambling for many fashion magazines and big shows, trying to figure out the aesthetics and heartbeat of many small audiences, and made half a fashion notebook, and only then did he sum up these dozen or so for Lu Sheng. text message.

For the unimportant rainbow fart, Qiandu showed him hundreds of millions of answers in just one second.

Su Yun was about to shut himself off, he numbly pushed Lu Sheng into the fitting room, and stuffed the clothes he had chosen for Lu Sheng into the fitting room.

"If my heart burns, I'll blow myself up. Go and try on clothes."

He, an ordinary old man, devoted so much effort and hair to lead Lu Sheng's red line.

Today's him has neither soul nor emotion.

While Lu Yue was changing clothes in the fitting room, Su Yun continued to pick out clothes for Lu Sheng while dealing with Manager Gao's questions.

"How long have you been dating?"

Manager Gao's first question was out of line, Su Yun was stuck for a moment, and said honestly.

"We are just friends."

Manager Gao meaningfully patted Su Yun on the shoulder.

"Friend? People don't regard you as a friend, and you don't treat him as a friend either."

Su Yun closed his mouth tightly and answered all of Manager Gao's questions with silence.

Lu Sheng quickly changed his clothes, opened the door and walked out.

He frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with his clothes, he straightened his clothes and raised his head to ask Su Yun.

"Is it okay?"

Su Yun loosened his hands in a daze, and the pile of clothes in his arms all fell to the ground with a clatter.

... There is a shortage of rainbow farts, and the vocabulary is in a hurry. Only the inappropriate word "amazing" can describe his feelings.

If in the comics, the light should be turned against the light at this moment, the male protagonist seems to be about to ascend in daylight, with a golden light that is too dazzling to open his eyes.

If it is in a TV series, a bgm with a cheerful rhythm and a sweet style should sound at this moment, and each camera will give the protagonist a delicate close-up of shock and heartbeat.

Su Yun opened his mouth slightly, and he murmured.

"……very nice."

The night he endured and the hair he lost all over the floor were not in vain.

Lu Yue's expression was gentle, he stretched out his hand to rub Su Yun's head, sliding his fingertips over the soft strand of hair.

Trying to hold down his beating heart, Su Yun recovered from the trance, and returned to the serious tone of communicating with customers at work.

"You can wear this outfit when you go to see Mr. Tang that day."

"Okay, I'll wear it if you like."

Su Yun's serious tone couldn't be maintained anymore, he hurriedly lowered his head, pretending to be calm and looking at the price on the tag.

...there are only four zeros and five digits in the back. He does not eat or drink every day, and relies on spiritual liquid to maintain his life. After half a year, he should be able to buy a set.

During his dazed effort, Lu Yue had already paid the bill.

By the way, I took out all the clothes I bought just now and stored under the counter.

"Xiaoyun, I'll take you home later, there are too many things, I'm worried that your hands will get tired."

Looking at the neat row of shopping bags, Su Yun gasped and asked in disbelief.

"The things you bought just now... No, these things are all for me?"

He thought that Lu Sheng just gave him one or two of them.

Lu Yue leaned over to sign the receipt, and said to him without looking back.

"Yes, do you want to change it for me?"

... No, didn't Lu Yue buy him serious clothes?

How could he have the illusion that what Lu Sheng bought him was actually an unsightly erotic item, and Lu Sheng was frivolously picking up his chin and saying, 'Little girl, put it on and show me'?

It must be because I have watched too many dog ​​blood idol dramas and TV series recently.

Su Yun stared at the huge pile of spoils, and said falteringly.

"No...no need, I think..."

Lu Yue could not refuse to help Su Yun carry the shopping bag, left the store, and walked towards the elevator.

"Which restaurant do you want to eat on the blind date?"

Su Yun followed behind Lu Yue, he lowered his head and sent a text message.

"I'll ask Mr. Tang."

In the company in S City, Secretary Lin, who was still working overtime, suddenly received a message from his cousin.

[The staff of the blind date company sent a text message asking me what I like to eat and which restaurant do I want to eat at?What does the person your boss likes like to eat? 】

Secretary Lin dutifully sent a text message to Lu Yue.

【Mr. Lu, what restaurant do you want to book for that date? 】

Lu Yue who saw the text message: ...

The text message spread around, and finally came back to me.

Lu Yue closed the phone and asked Su Yun directly.

"There is a new top-floor restaurant in the city center where you can see the night sky. The western food there is good. Do you want to eat it?"

Su Yun bowed his head and continued to send text messages to Mr. Tang according to Lu Yue's original words.

The message was circulated again among Secretary Lin's cousin - Secretary Lin - Lu Yue.

After getting Lu Yue's approval, a "yes" text message was sent back to Su Yun's phone.

Su Yun fastened his seat belt and happily said to Lu Yue.

"Mr. Tang likes it."

Lu Yue, who was in control of everything, nodded slightly.

In fact, he asked himself the answer.

But Xiaoyue is very easy to support. Except for coriander and celery, he has never been picky about his food, and he will eat whatever he has.

It's just that I sometimes dislike the boiled water-flavored spiritual liquid.

Su Yun moved house and went to work part-time. He worked hard all day without leaving the ground. When he sat in the warm and comfortable car, his upper and lower eyelids began to fight crazily.

The consciousness in his mind became more and more unconscious, and he finally fell asleep leaning heavily on the back of the chair.

Lu Yue deliberately slowed down the speed of the car, trying to drive in one lane to reduce the bumps when driving.

Suddenly, Su Yun's little head tilted, and he leaned against the car window, mumbling unconsciously in his sleep.

"Who is more important, Lu Sheng or Lingshi...Of course...Of course it's Lu Sheng..."

When the green light turned into a red light, Lu Yue turned his head and looked at the little Yuelao who was sleeping soundly, with gentle eyes.

As long as Xiaoyue Lao is too tired, he will talk in his dreams like a speech.

He picked up the blanket specially bought for Su Yun from the back seat of the car, and wanted to cover Su Yun, fearing that he would catch a cold if he wore too little.

Su Yun switched to a more comfortable sleeping position, then murmured.

"...After all... After all, he is worth 17 spirit stones..."

Lu Yue's hand on the blanket immediately hung in the air.

Su Yun was still raving intermittently.

"I won't easily admit that I like him, I... I clearly like 17 spirit stones, definitely not him..."

Lu Yue shook his head helplessly, and gently put the blanket on Su Yun's body.

Su Yun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he turned his back to Lu Yue.

When the red light was about to change to green, Lu Yue leaned over to the sleeping Su Yun's ear and whispered.

"If Yuelao can hear people's inner calling, I am willing to go to Yuelao Temple every day to sincerely pray for the same thing—"

"...Help me and you fasten the red line."