At some point, Chen Xing's meditation before bedtime automatically switched to reply to email.

Yuanzi: I forgot to say just now that I was eating, when will I take your cello back?

Chen Xing: Put it on your place first.

Garden: OK.

Because I had previously told me to keep it well, Chen Xing was not worried that she would open it and see it.

Yuanzi: Remember to wear it formally the day after tomorrow. By the way, your clothes don’t seem to be suitable. Do I want me to buy it for you?

Chen Xing: I'll take a look first.

Sometimes when the phone calls are frequent and talk too much, it is better to communicate with words, which makes you look solemn and caring. For example, Miss Suzuki, who was rolling on the bed, felt a little insomnia while holding her cell phone.

Before going to bed, Chen Xing thought about it and opened the wardrobe and looked at his clothes carefully.

After a while, he closed the cabinet door.

--Almost all are single style and black and white. Although they are loose and comfortable, they are not very suitable for banquets where celebrities gather.

Although I always wear casually the first few times, I should pay attention to it sometimes.

...

Amuro absent-mindedly rubbed the coffee cup, staring at the figure sitting by the window with a blank look.

It's so strange. This person has been sitting for a long time, and his butt won't feel uncomfortable?

"Amuro, what are you looking at?" asked the waitress.

Amuro came back to his senses and asked secretly: "Does the boss often sit like this?"

The waitress laughed softly and said in a tone of an experienced person: "What about the boss? He is a very quiet person. A can of coffee and a few magazines can be used to sit all day."

Toru Amuro said in surprise: "It's like this every day?"

The waitress nodded: "It's like this every day."

"Does he have no friends?" said Toru Amuro: "I mean, does the boss have no social interaction?"

"Sometimes I go out, and of course the boss has friends, Miss Sonoko, Ms. Maori, and Conan, they are all." The waitress poked her chin and said, "Sometimes I really envy the boss, but he must have worked very hard, so he was so serious when looking at things."

"Apart from women, they are children." Amuro Toru said thoughtfully.

"Huh, how did you know?"

"I heard, I heard." Toru Amuro beat him up, pondered for a moment, and walked towards him with his feet.

By the window, the sun was just right, and a little window was opened and the cool breeze drifted in.

Yamuro pretended to be nothing, approached, and then looked around with a sneak peek.

Chen Xingyu swept over, and the corners of his lips moved, and he naturally leaned back.

Anmuro, holding a rag, was stunned.

Chen Xing turned his head and looked at him: Don’t you want to clean it?

Amuro opened his mouth and immediately woke up. He quickly leaned over to wipe the table, and at the same time noticed the magazine he was holding.

"A Guide to the Right Wear of Men".

He subconsciously glanced at the table again, and the covers were basically magazines of handsome men.

"..." Amuro Tomo.

Just when he was a little lost, he suddenly heard a snorkeling. He immediately reacted and quickly wiped the table and stood beside him obediently. He inadvertently glanced at the page the man next to him was flipping through. On it, a man in suit with a big back was lit with his chest hair.

Chen Xing was still wondering whether this unidentified person was approaching him and was about to show his purpose, but he heard an unconcealed laugh.

He raised his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it." Amuro laughed and tried to be serious.

"Tell me." Chen Xing calmly put the magazines together, but his ears were a little red. Of course, he knew that this guy was laughing because of the magazines he read.

Toru Amuro said: "Boss, you are not suitable for wearing this kind of clothing."

"Why?" Chen Xing asked in confusion: "Aren't these magazines very popular?"

"The clothes and copywriting on it are used to fool the rich young masters who are obviously not tasteful but pretend to be very sensible." Toru Amuro said.

"Don't it look good?" Chen Xing looked at the suit in the magazine.

"Do you think it looks good, or if you want to wear it, will you wear it?" asked Tomoto Amuro.

Chen Xing looked at the obviously crotch-struck pants and frowned, "No."

"So, this is just a fashion for viewing, not for everyone to wear." Amuro said with a smile: "especially the boss."

"I'm like this?" Chen Xing adjusted his sitting position, "What kind of?"

Anmuro looked him up and down: his body was well-proportioned, his temperament was deserted, and his impeccable appearance. Perhaps anyone else had only one good-looking sentence.

"Tuo?" Chen Xing spoke out.

Tomo Amuro was choked by his name, and was embarrassed a little bit, and then said, "Why is the boss suddenly interested in dressing? It seems that your usual dress doesn't match this fashion."

Chen Xing looked at him without hiding it, "I will go to the dinner tomorrow night."

"So I want to wear it more formally." Toru Amuro said curiously: "Then you used to..."

"I want to be more polite and considerate." Chen Xing replied.

"Have the boss ever worn a suit before?" Amuro Toru said casually.

Chen Xing didn't know whether he deliberately tested it because of the Duke of Dark Night, who was disguised as a disguised person or something, and he said quietly, "No".

"I feel that the boss will be very handsome when wearing a suit." Amuro's eyes were sincere and he chuckled: "For example, a blue suit is young and steady, and it is very suitable for you."

Chen Xing narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't like blue."

"White words are too frivolous, gray and mature." Amuro said, touching his chin, "Black words are too deep."

Seeing that he seemed to be really considering, Chen Xing temporarily dispelled his doubts and turned to think about the color of the suit, and there were different representative characters in his mind.

--The Black Feather Castel in a white suit, the Mouri Kogoro in a gray suit, and the vodka in a black suit.

Especially the last one, every time he thinks of it, he can't like a black suit.

"Or it's black." Tori Amuro beat his palm, "It's good to attend various occasions for suits, and black is also a versatile color."

It's strange. Although I can sometimes feel a little bit of pretending when I see this guy's smile, it's not annoying. Just like him, he occasionally has a danger of being like a ray of light on his back, but he doesn't feel nervous.

It's like... a white weed, cold and hard when touched, but actually soft.

Chen Xing has always believed in his intuition. He quietly looked at the young man in front of him who was smiling and muttering about his suit. So, he is actually not a bad person?

"Boss?" Amuro waved in front of him in confusion.

"It's black." Chen Xing came back to his senses, and at the same time he thought to himself that he could not relax his vigilance.

Amuro Toru suddenly looked at him with some slight slightness.

"What's wrong?" Chen Xing asked.

"Although it's rude to say this, I also want to see the world." Tori Amuro said embarrassedly: "So can it..."

"It will definitely be next time." Chen Xing smiled appropriately.
Chapter completed!