C14 Push down Your Aesthetic

"Sigh." Yan Chuyang looked up, "Why the hell did you suddenly give me a bag?"

Wei Qing raised his eyes and fixed his gaze on the boy's fair face as he said, "You are very small to begin with, and you dress like a child that has yet to enter this world. Wei Dongsheng …" "My dad is very picky, taking you back is embarrassing me."

Yan Chuyang's eyes darkened: "Really?"

Wei Qing acknowledged: "We'll pass the mall later and pick some clothes to go back to."

Yan Chuyang gave an 'oh' in annoyance.

"Let's go." Wei Qing opened the car door and raised his chin towards Yan Chuyang.

Yan Chuyang lowered his eyes and did not move.

"What's wrong?" Wei Qing frowned.

The boy clenched his fists tightly. After a long silence, he suddenly raised his head and said, "Wei Qing, I will try my best."

"Huh?"

"I'm studying comics right now. My work has already won many big prizes, and my teacher also said that I'm very talented. In June, Japan will hold the biggest exhibition competition, and I will participate. If I win, I will …"

"What are you talking about?" Wei Qing interrupted him with a frown.

"Eh." Yan Chuyang lowered his head and kicked the stones at his feet, "I just wanted to say that I will become very outstanding."

Not only is it excellent, but it will also become very rich, become very powerful, and become able to stand on the same level as you.

To be able to tell you frankly that I like you.

"That's good." Wei Qing pushed the boy's shoulder into the car, buckled his seat belt, and casually said, "Go for it."

"Sir, what do you think of this set?" The clerk pointed at Yan Chuyang with a dark blue suit in hand.

Wei Qing lowered his head and sat on the sofa with a magazine in his hand. He read very carefully and only when he heard the clerk's question did he raise his eyes to look at the clothes and lightly said: "Is there anything lighter in color? He's too young to stand up to that color. "

The clerk thought for a moment and said, "This is a new spring model. There are only three colors, blue, black and white."

"Can you give him the white one?"

"Eh, the white model is quite popular. It's already been reserved by someone …"

"I'm not booking, I'm buying." Wei Qing stood up, took out a VIP gold card from his jacket pocket and handed it to the clerk, "I remember that the senior members of your store have the right to buy directly without reservation. Can I buy it without booking?"

Seeing the senior member's gold card, the clerk's expression changed, and immediately nodded: "Of course!"

Wei Qing handed the card over, "I want all three sets of blue, black and white, take them according to this mister's size."

Hearing about all three sets, the clerk's eyes lit up, and she said with a fawning smile, "So you're a frequent customer of our store. I was wondering why mister would look at our clothes so venomously, you should have taken out your card earlier. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have asked, you could have bought all of our clothes directly."

Wei Qing interrupted her and said, "Take out the clothes and let him try it out."

The clerk nodded, then turned around to go to the back counter to get some clothes.

Yan Chuyang walked to Wei Qing and whispered, "That's not appropriate. The white ones have already been reserved by others. I think it's good for me to wear blue."

Wei Qing scolded him coldly, "Blue is so ugly. Don't you know how to draw cartoons? No matter what, it's an art deal. Is the aesthetic level that low?"

Yan Chuyang was choked until his face turned red. After a long while, he finally managed to say: "You're the only one who knows how to admire!"

After saying that, he turned around angrily and went into the fitting room. As he walked, he grinded his teeth and thought to himself, Wei Qing, if I didn't like you, would I tolerate your laziness?

Yan Chuyang was changing his clothes inside, while Wei Qing was looking through the magazines in boredom.

Ten minutes later, the curtain of the fitting room was pulled open with a "ding" sound. Yan Chuyang slowly walked to Wei Qing's side and said in a low voice, feeling a little uncomfortable as he came out.

"This is my first time wearing a white suit, don't you think it's a little awkward?"

The man casually lifted his head from the magazine, but when he saw the tall, slender boy standing next to him, his eyes narrowed and the book in his hand fell to the floor with a clatter.

Yan Chuyang's skin was white, and his appearance was gentle and elegant. The white suit was very suitable for him. He wore a straight and pure white suit, and his eyes were clean and clear, making the boy look like an elegant young master walking out of a painting scroll.

"Not easy to see?" When Yan Chuyang saw Wei Qing's straight eyes, he pinched the corner of his shirt in embarrassment and said, "I felt that the blue color just now was pretty good and very low key. I better not wear this, I'll go change it back."

"Don't move." Wei Qing grabbed his wrist.

Yan Chuyang's breath tightened as he felt a burning sensation on his wrist. The skin that was touched by Wu Tie felt extremely comfortable.

Wei Qing stood up and took off the light blue tie around the boy's neck. He handed it to the clerk beside him and said, "Give him a black bow tie."

"Eh." Yan Chuyang raised his eyes and looked at him, "Don't you wear a tie?"

"No, wear a bow tie."

"Why?"

"No reason."

Yan Chuyang was speechless and rolled his eyes speechlessly in his heart.

In the future, don't ask him any further. If you ask him any more questions, it'll be asking for trouble.

The clerk took a black bow tie from Yan Chuyang and Wei Qing took it from him. Then, they helped Yan Chuyang put it on properly.

Yan Chuyang lowered his eyes and stared blankly at the man's bony hands that were pulsing under his eyelids. His hands were big and looked clean and warm.

"Alright." Wei Qing adjusted the boy's collar, took a step back and said with satisfaction, "It looks much more comfortable."

He had a butterfly tie and a white suit. He looked even more like a little prince than before.

Yan Chuyang was still at a loss. Feeling a bit unhappy, he touched his tie, "Why don't you wear a tie? A butterfly tie is too motherly."

Wei Qing snorted and laughed: "So you're only a man when you wear a tie?"

"Well, I think it's better than a tie anyway."