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Wu Xia's face turned cold, even ignoring the basic professional requirements.

He stared at Qiao Ruige coldly.

Qiao Ruige tilted one corner of his mouth and looked at him with a leisurely smile.

There are other customers and colleagues in the store, but their corner is surrounded by a strange atmosphere to form a vacuum.

Out of the corner of her eye, Wu Xia saw that the store manager had already looked towards them several times.

He gritted his teeth secretly, breathed slowly, and slowly moved his eyes away from Qiao Ruige's handsome but arrogant face.

The tip of his tongue swept the back of the front teeth several times before he suppressed the irritability in his heart, and was about to speak when the cell phone of the person opposite him rang.

Qiao Ruige picked up the phone: "...Oh, okay, I'm already here, I'll be up later."

After hanging up the phone, he shook his head: "It's a pity, I'm in a hurry, and I'll ask you for help next time."

He tapped his fingers on the glass counter, as if he was nostalgic.

Wu Xia thought he was going to be a demon again, but he turned around coolly and left swiftly.

Wu Xia bent down and pretended to take care of the goods on the counter, and then slowly let out a suffocated breath.

Qiao Ruige, who agreed to go up, did not leave in a hurry.

He walked around leisurely, took the escalator to the second floor, stood at the position directly opposite Wu Xia's counter, lit a cigarette, and watched from a distance from a distance from the atrium.

He didn't come here specifically to find Wu Xia's happiness today.

He blamed Wu Xia for forgetting to "save" him. In fact, if it wasn't for having an appointment with someone at the restaurant on the top floor today, he thought of giving a cute gift to a young model who just fell in love with him a while ago. I just wandered here, and it was a coincidence that I saw Wu Xia again, and even he himself forgot about it.

Before entering the store, he quietly watched Wu Xia for a while.

The more I look at it, the more interesting this person becomes.

Needless to say, those guests, no matter how old or young, as long as they are women, they all like to come to him.

He probably doesn't like the job.Qiao Ruige thought to himself.

Otherwise, he would appear indifferent and alienated even if he couldn't smile, occasionally revealing some irritability that was carefully hidden in the corners of his brows and eyes.

However, he has been very patient.

The more I look at it, the more interesting it becomes.

Then I thought, why didn't this person make any other "progress" after giving him a hand?

Isn't he too indifferent to him, Qiao Ershao?

After thinking about it, he had already entered the store and stood in front of Wu Xia's counter.

After exhaling a puff of smoke, Qiao Ruige narrowed his eyes slightly.

From a distance, you can only see Wu Xia's tall and thin figure. The black suit uniform is worn on his seemingly thin body, but it doesn't collapse. The shoulders are shoulders, the waist is waist, and he is very stylish.

Qiao Ruige remembered the first time he saw Wu Xia, he was attracted by this beautiful figure, without thinking about anything, he walked straight to the counter in a daze.

How did Wu Xia react at that time?

After being slightly dazed, he asked with a polite smile, "What do you need, sir?"

Same question as today.Really well trained.

Qiao Ruige only focused on looking at people, and when he heard the question, he lowered his head to look again, and the shelves in the counter were full of lipsticks of indistinguishable colors.

He was silent for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "I want to buy a lipstick for my girlfriend, do you have any recommendations?"

Wu Xia immediately took out a few lipsticks and put them in front of him, and introduced that these are some of the most popular shades. They don't choose the skin tone, but also complement the complexion. You can't go wrong buying it as a gift for your girlfriend.

"Then try it for me."

"Ok."

As Wu Xia spoke, he lifted the sleeve of his left hand up, and after taking a lipstick, he was about to paint on the back of his hand.

"Wait," Qiao Ruige stopped, "I can't see it on the back of the hand, but on the mouth."

Wu Xia was stunned for a moment, and immediately put down the lipstick with a smile: "Sir, please wait a moment, I will ask my colleague to try it on for you."

As he spoke, he turned to the side to call another female colleague over.

"No," Qiao Ruige stopped him, "You didn't understand, I want to draw it on your mouth."

Surprised in Wu Xia's eyes, the service level should be maintained, and she said politely: "Sir, this seems to be not very good."

"Your lip shape is very similar to my girlfriend's. Besides," Qiao Ruige put down his lower lip and raised his eyebrows with a critical look, "haven't you all been professionally trained? Don't you even paint yourself lipstick? "

After finishing speaking, he still looked upset, looked around, and muttered: "Where is your store manager? Let me ask if anyone cares about this matter. Are you just perfunctory to customers like this?"

He didn't really want to complain, but he just put on a show, but seeing Wu Xia's face turned cold, he lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

For a while, Qiao Ruige thought that he would turn his back on him, and secretly thought that it would be a bit ugly to do so. It was rumored that he, Qiao Ershao, was embarrassing a teller. Although he didn't care about his reputation, it was indeed a shame.

But after waiting for a while, Wu Xia raised his eyes and gave him a faint smile: "Okay, I'll draw."

As soon as he said painting, Wu Xia took a disposable lip brush and asked, "Which color number do you want me to try, sir?"

How could Qiao Ruige have any idea, he glanced at the few unidentifiable lipsticks that Wu Xia put on the counter, and casually ordered the most popular one.

Wu Xia nodded, took the lipstick, gently wiped off the top layer with a tissue, and swiped the lip brush back and forth several times.

White and slender fingers pinched the lip brush and shook it lightly, and the brush head applied color on the gorgeous lipstick one by one.

When Wu Xia did this, she lowered her head slightly, lowered her eyes, and didn't glance at Qiao Ruige from the corners of her eyes.

However, Qiao Ruige's heart was itchy with the ups and downs of the lip brush.

The lip brush was already full of color, Wu Xia held the lip brush on her fingertips like a cigarette, reached over, and brought over the makeup mirror on one side.

Then, he bent down slightly, faced the mirror, and began to paint lipstick on his lips.

Before, Qiao Ruige was only thinking about how to provoke this person, but he didn't take a closer look. Now that the bright red color was painted on his lips, he realized that this person is really good-looking.

A pair of lips, neither thick nor thin, plump but not full.

At this moment, the lips are slightly parted, the lip brush is swept over, the bright red color is applied, and the bright light remains, adding a bit of beauty to this face.

Even the eyebrows are vivid.

After painting the lower lip, Wu Xia brushed the lip brush on the lipstick several times to fill in the color, and opened her mouth slightly to hook the upper lip.

Use two strokes to outline the lip peaks, and then gently fill in the color.

The corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, the lips are like a drop of water that is about to condense, and it is about to fall, making people want to suck it up and suck it gently...

Qiao Ruige unconsciously took a deep breath, and the sound of breathing became louder unconsciously.

Wu Xia had already finished the painting, and she didn't get up, she just raised her eyelids and looked at him sideways in this posture.

Qiao Ruige has no expression on his face, but somewhere under his body is standing upright, not covered by clothes, Qiao Ershao is going to embarrass himself here today.

Cursing inwardly, why the fuck are you so coquettish.

Wu Xia, who had painted her lipstick, was not flirtatious all over her body, nor did she have any flirtatious thoughts in her heart.

In fact, he was angry in his heart, and his sideways glance was impatient.

But he looked sideways at Qiao Ruige, and Qiao Ruige also looked at him expressionlessly.

The corners of Wu Xia's eyes twitched, and she asked coldly, "Sir, are you satisfied with this color?"

satisfied?Qiao Ruige didn't know, he only knew that his mind was full of thoughts of pushing this man against the wall, messing up the red smear and kissing him in a mess.

The two are speechless.

It was very embarrassing for a while.

Wu Xia straightened up, tugged at those red lips, and said with a sneer, "Are you dissatisfied, sir?"

After finishing speaking, it didn't matter whether Qiao Ruige answered or not, he took out a wet towel and wiped off the freshly applied lipstick.

Qiao Ruige actually felt it was a pity.

However, I didn't say a word just now, and now it's a bit too provocative to ask someone to paint again.

What's more, I don't know who to pick things for.

The bottom is still hard.

Like a stick of iron.

Wu Xia ignored him, wrapped the lip brush in a wet towel and put away the lipstick.

I asked him to try it, and he tried it, but this person stood like a fool and didn't speak. Is it possible that he should try every color again?

I don't serve anymore.

How is love.

"I want this color."

Just worrying about how to get rid of the second idiot, the second idiot spoke up.

Wu Xia was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "Okay, I'll invoice you now."

He took the form and came over to write while Qiao Ruige was still staring at him.

There is still some redness on the lips that have just wiped off the lipstick. I don't know if it is the residue of the lipstick or I applied it a little hard.

It looked soft, and seemed to be a little swollen.

Qiao Ruige was inexplicably on fire.

Is it over yet?

Who is he, Qiao Ershao?

Thousands of flowers pass by, not a single leaf sticks to the body.Are you here today to perform a performance?

Wu Xia tore off the slip and handed it to him, pointing the way: "Sir, please pay at the cashier."

"Help me." Qiao Ruige took out his wallet, took out a card and threw it on the counter.

Apparently, he didn't expect the two idiots to come out again. Wu Xia restrained himself from looking at the idiots: "Sir, you need your password to swipe the card."

"This card is not needed."

"That still requires your signature." Wu Xia pointed enthusiastically in the direction of the cashier as he spoke, "The cashier is right there, it's very close, so it's not troublesome."

Qiao Ruige was stunned, of course it would not be troublesome to swipe his card to sign, but the trouble is that it is inconvenient for him to walk now.

"how much is it?"

"Ok?"

"I asked the lipstick, how much is it?"

"430."

Qiao Ruige took back the card, swiped out five hundred-yuan bills from his wallet, and threw them on the counter: "You help me, what you find is yours."

Wu Xia rolled her eyes in her heart, but still had a smile on her face: "Wait a minute."

After paying the money and returning, Wu Xia packed the lipstick in a bag, put the receipt and the change in the bag and handed it to Qiao Ruige: "Thank you, sir, for your patronage. Please take it and go slowly."

Qiao Ershao, who finally came to his senses, took the small paper bag, turned around and walked away slowly.

He didn't wake up until he got in the car.

Take it and walk slowly.

Why do you mean chasing customers?

After he finished smoking a cigarette, Qiao Ruige pressed the cigarette butt on the railing and threw it into the trash can beside him.

After that time, Qiao Ruige came here to stroll here from time to time, but he didn't enter the store, but just looked at it from a distance.

Counting it, it has been more than half a year.

This is different from his previous methods in the field of love. It is a bit backwards, the innocence of a young man who has just learned about love.

But the innocence thing, Qiao Ershao, has long been thrown away.

He just wanted something fresh and fun.

He also didn't believe that Wu Xia didn't know him.

Even if you don't read the city's financial news, you can remember Qiao Ershao's face by watching gossip and gossip.

Not only pretending not to know him, but also pretending not to remember after "saving" him.

interesting.

How dare you give him a cold face.

Qiao Ruige stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets and walked to the elevator, thinking.

This is really interesting.

After taking the subway and transferring to the bus again, Jiang Miao returned to the house shared with Wu Xia.

Strictly speaking, it was Wu Xia who rented a room to him.

If it weren't for Wu Xia, he really didn't know how to live when he just came out of the house.

Board and lodging is a problem.

And the current job.

Although he knew that when he entered the shoe store to sell shoes, He Yu stared as if he was going to take out the window, but Jiang Miao knew it.

Carrying a bag of stewed beef and meat buns that Mother He had packed before leaving, Jiang Miao pushed open the door, and saw Wu Xia grabbing her hair in front of the mirror.

Wu Xia had already taken a shower, and changed into a narrower white shirt, a black casual tight suit, a thin black tie loosely tied between the collar, a pair of black skinny jeans underneath, and a thin bright silver tie on the waist. A part of the chain is left to hang around the leg, and it shakes when walking.

Especially coquettish.

However, his face was clear, cold, and cool.

If you don't know, you might mistake it for an idol.

Wu Xia smiled into the mirror while scratching her hair: "Go play with brother?"

"Aren't you tired after working all day?"

"It's just that I have to relax after a long day of exhaustion. Besides, I will take a rest tomorrow." Wu Xia wrinkled his nose and sniffed, "What's the smell? Steamed stuffed bun?"

Jiang Miao put the bag on the table and opened it: "My classmate's mother made it, big fresh meat bag, do you want to warm up two for you?"

"It's too late," Wu Xia leaned over and tried it on the back of his hand, "It's still warm and edible."

He wiped his hands carelessly with a paper towel, grabbed a bun and stuffed it into his mouth, and he ate it in two or three mouthfuls.

Jiang Miao hurriedly poured a glass of water and handed it over: "You don't even eat dinner, do you?"

Wu Xia pressed his chest and breathed down, while waving his hand and not taking the glass of water: "I'm already hungry."

As he spoke, he grabbed another bun and bit his mouth, and went to the door to change his shoes.

"No more food?"

After Wu Xia changed her shoes, she took a bite of the bun in her mouth, and waved at Jiang Miao with half a bun in her hand: "It tastes good, but it's still not as good as my mother's."

Jiang Miao didn't bother with him, and opened the bag of stewed beef: "Have some more stewed beef?"

"No, no, no," Wu Xia walked backwards, her butt pushed open the door, "I've brought the key, just don't lock the door behind you."

"Understood, you drink less wine."

"It's okay, we're all friends." Wu Xia had already retreated to the door, and was about to close the door with one hand. "Whenever you are free, you can go out with me to play. How can you meet new friends when you are bored at home?"

Jiang Miao smiled and waved at him: "Go, go, what perfume are you wearing, I'm almost allergic."

Wu Xia laughed and closed the door and left.

Jiang Miao put the stewed beef and buns in the refrigerator, opened the backpack, and took out two new sets of textbooks and tutorial materials.

Looking at the time, he planned to read the textbook after taking a shower.

The two new tutors I received today added physics and English.

He wants to see more, review and review.

Although he has a good foundation and there is no problem doing it with the set of questions now, he still wants to be more responsible to his students and himself.

What's more, tutoring is currently an indispensable income for him.

If you want to maintain a good reputation, you have to work hard.

After taking a shower, he returned to his room while wiping his hair. Before he could reach the table, the phone rang.

Seeing the word "Jiang Boss" on the phone, Jiang Miao was stunned for a while.

His mobile phone number has never been changed, so it is actually very easy to find him.

But how long has it been?This was the first time he received a call from Jiang Ze'an.

He was in a daze and didn't answer it, and the bell kept ringing without giving up.

With a swipe of his finger, Jiang Miao picked up the phone: "Dad."

Jiang Ze'an's tone couldn't tell any emotion: "Haven't slept yet?"

"what."

After being silent for a while, Jiang Ze'an said, "When are you going to go home?"

Jiang Miao's throat choked, and she suddenly wanted to laugh again.

It seems that the three words "haven't slept yet" have exhausted all the warmth Jiang Ze'an had towards him as a father.

When are you going home?

To put it bluntly, it seems that he is the naive child who ran away in anger.

Who was the one who yelled at him to "get out"?

He bit his lip and didn't return.

Probably his silence annoyed the "proactively friendly" Jiang Zhe'an, and his tone became severe again: "I've been fighting with my family for several months, how long are you going to be stubborn? Is it so difficult to admit a mistake? As long as you admit your mistake..."

"dad."

Jiang Miao interrupted him, and based on his understanding of Jiang Ze'an, what Jiang Ze'an wanted to say next was that as long as you admit your mistake, you can pretend that nothing happened, and you should come home obediently and drop out of school. It will also help you solve it. You can continue to finish college and live a peaceful life with your family.

But why?

"I was right," he said.

Jiang Ze'an's heavy breathing came from the phone.

Jiang Miao pinched the phone, her palms sweating slightly.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Jiang Ze'an hung up the phone.

Jiang Miao listened for a while, then slowly put down the phone.

He thought, it's not that I don't go home, it's because you gave up on me first.