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    On Friday morning, the trial version of He Zhengguo's new work had been produced. Man Jia was discussing improvement plans with him in the office when a text message from Gao Xiujin came over.  Manjia held the coffee cup in one hand and opened the text message with the other:

    Tomorrow night at 8pm, the Hai Kuo Sky Club behind Fu Wah.  I'll have someone pick you up at the door.  Party theme: cross-dressing.

    Counterattack?  !  ?  !  Manjia almost spit out the coffee in her mouth, choking and coughing.  He Zhengguo looked at her but said nothing.

    This Gao Xiuqi is really a foreigner. No wonder no men are participating in such a themed party. What normal man would wear women¡¯s clothes in public.  After thinking for a while, I pressed a few times to reply with a text message: Wear men's clothes?

    After a while, another one came, with only one word: yes.

    Manjia looked at her phone, took a sip of coffee, and nodded, interesting

    Manjia didn¡¯t get up until after ten o¡¯clock on Saturday morning. She didn¡¯t even wash her face when she got up. She opened the door to the opposite side and rang the doorbell.  The pathos symphony inside played for a long time. Ding Yi, who had the same bird's nest head as her, opened the door half dead and leaned against the door frame.

    "What are you doing, sister? We can't talk about it in the afternoonI didn't go to bed until 4 o'clock yesterday, okay?"

    Manjia¡¯s face was expressionless,

    "It's four o'clock today," he said as he walked inside.

    "Borrow me some clothes."

    ¡°Huh??¡± Ding Yi followed with a confused look on his face.

    ¡°Our company is holding a theme party, so we have to do the opposite.¡±

    "You play the role of a man?"

    Manjia nodded.

    "A man who looks like you is a shemale"

    Ding Yi looked at Manjia with a sad expression.

    "Cut the nonsense! If you still want to sleep, hurry up!"

    Manjia was impatient.  Ding Yi curled his lips,

    "Wait a minute, I'm going to find a suit for you. It's just the same size as us. I don't know if it's your tragedy or mine"

    Manjia followed him and pulled him aside.

    "I choose it myself."

    "Hey, hey, hey!" Ding Yi couldn't calm down anymore and stood nervously beside him.  Manjia ignored him at all, raised his hand to click between the rows of clothes, and brought out a set of brown hunting clothes with poisonous eyes.  Ding Yi's expression changed instantly.

    "This is the Armani I just bought! Giorgio Armani! I haven't even worn it yet. I'm saving it for when I go to meet my future mother-in-law! Are you so cruel, Manjia!"

    "I picked it out just because I saw the sign was not removed. Do you think I would wear the clothes you wore? Besides, you don't even have a girlfriend, so why are you meeting your mother-in-law?"

    Manjia glanced sideways at Ding Yi, picked up the clothes and went back to her place.  Before leaving the house, he told Ding Yi:

    "I'll get up from my nap and go to your shop to get my hair done. I'll be there at 4 o'clock. Please be ready."

    After saying that, the door slammed shut, leaving Master Ding standing in the messy living room of his home: Lend the most expensive clothes to others, and still be despised Who is this person coming from

    Ding Yi¡¯s hair salon is very close to Orange Castle, just across the intersection.  The facade is large, the interior is stylishly decorated, and the supporting facilities are also very advanced. There is also a lounge upstairs. Some full-time wives with money and leisure often get their hair done here when they are bored.  A dozen young hairstylists are busy, low cello music is slowly flowing, and the atmosphere in the store is relaxed and leisurely.

    The decoration and furniture design here were all done by Manjia himself, and it was voluntary labor.  As the boss, Master Ding had no repayment, so he took over Manjia's project.  In fact, to be fair, Ding Yi really likes doing Manjia's hair.  For someone like him who thinks highly of himself and wants to turn barbering into an art form, it is really sad to see his work on the heads of those rich ladies who have no taste but only tonnage.  Manjia is young and fashionable, and needs to have good looks, temperament, and good hair quality. Many of Ding Yi's creative ideas are best displayed, so the master is occasionally bullied, and that's all.

    Because Ding Yi spends a lot of time every time, Man Jia does her hair first.  During this period, Manjia's hair was in the middle stage from short to long. Ding Yi discussed with her and shortened her temples. The hair on top was blown up and messy, and some highlights were dyed.  , made an improved version of the aircraft head.  This matches the men's clothing she wants to wear without feeling out of place.

    Manjia stood up to rest for a while, and then picked two puffs from the afternoon tea provided by the hair salon to pad her hair, lest she starve to death before the party started.  Then the makeup artist in the store gave her a neutral evening makeup based on her hairstyle and clothes, and the preparations for the face-saving project were completed.

    ?If it doesn't end well, don't talk this time.  It would be so embarrassing to be so silent if I didn't say anything.  After a pause, I mustered up my courage.

    "Doctor Luo and Manager Gao are friends?"

    To get to know each other, you have to talk nonsense, Manjia thought, and took the first step bravely.

    Luo Youlin looked into her eyes with no expression.  Manjia yelled in her heart: Don't ask me if my chest still hurts!  !

    "Well, we grew up together."

    Fortunately, Luo Youlin just paused and answered Manjia's question normally.  This made Manjia very happy and motivated to continue chatting.

    "Do you often have theme parties like this?"

    Luo Youlin thought for a while before answering slowly,

    "Qiqi likes it, and I only participate occasionally. It's her birthday today, so she's coming."

    "oh."

    Man Jia felt that Luo Youlin seemed to be out of shape and was completely different from the shrewd and powerful doctor she saw in the hospital.  I stopped looking for those superficial pleasantries and asked her directly,

    "Doctor Luo, you seem to be uncomfortable?"

    This time Luo Youlin simply closed her eyes.

    ¡°I had two surgeries today and I was a little tired after standing all day.¡±

    ¡°Does this mean you don¡¯t want to talk anymore?  Manjia blinked, not knowing whether to find another topic.  At this time, Luo Youlin spoke,

    "Manjia, would you like to sit here with me?"

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    I thought of two names for this article, poached eggs or traffic lights. After asking everyone, they all said traffic lights are better.

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