"I also want to try a new look, but this one really doesn't suit me."
He scratched his hair uncomfortably.
The corners of Yan Xianjue's mouth twitched.
With this hairstyle, no one can hold it.
Lei Xuan has the aura of a rich second-generation who doesn't care about him, which goes well with this mess of colors.
After watching it for a long time, it actually became strangely harmonious.
But Yao Weiwan's eyes and temperament, which show that he is an obedient and good student, are too inconsistent with his energetic young man's outfit.
Yan Xianjue made a quick decision: "It's getting late, let's go after we choose the furniture."
Lei Xuan: "Don't, Mr. Xiaoyan, I had a hard time getting Weiwan out of the house."
"Let's go out and have fun tonight. Just treat it as the company's first team-building activity."
Yan Xianjue shook his head.
He gave a reason that no one present could refuse.
"No, we have school tomorrow!"
Yan Xianjue stood up and the manager who had been waiting nearby immediately stepped forward.
"Young Master Yan, the model rooms for the furniture sets you selected are all upstairs. I'll take you to see them now."
"Yes." Yan Xianjue nodded in agreement.
The number of barrages in the live broadcast room increased again.
"So, this poor student is the one who is truly rich, and Ji Xi is probably just working part-time?"
"I've been wanting to say this for a long time. Forget about anything else, the towel on his wrist cost over 800 yuan."
"...and in the time he was on screen today, he changed four pairs of shoes. They were all disposable, and he threw them directly into the trash after each change."
"It can't be fake."
"Fuck the fake stuff! I bought that myself!"
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