Quick wear: The host just wants to hug his thighs and show them to pieces

Song Nan was ashamed, thinking he was going to say something shocking, but the result was this...

He coughed lightly. He couldn't leave the office anyway, so he might as well play with him.

"Okay~"

When the young man heard this, his eyes lit up, and he immediately raised his head and chest: "Very good, then you are my number one younger brother! If you need my help with anything, as the boss, I will definitely help you do it!" "

Song Nan rested his elbows on the edge of the bathtub, raised his hand to wave to him, and smiled slightly: "Boss, I have something to ask you now. Can you help me do it?"

"Of course! There's nothing I can't do!" The young man snorted proudly, then floated to his side, stuck his head out, and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

Song Nan's lips curled up slightly, and he whispered in his ear: "Boss, can you help me find a few students who are different from other students? Well, maybe they are not students... In short, I saw some people with special behavior. , please tell me their actions.”

The young man paused and stroked his chin: "Surveillance?"

Song Nan nodded: "Yes, surveillance, it is best to collect their information and the intelligence they collected."

The young man scratched his head and said in a troubled tone: "The requirements are really high, but I will find a way to do it."

He rolled up his sleeves and waved his fist: "Your boss and I have many younger brothers, just a few of them, don't worry!"

After the young man finished speaking, he laughed loudly, waved goodbye to him, and then passed through the wall, eager to prove himself.

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The bathroom became silent again. Song Nan waited for a while and saw that there was no chance of him repeating himself. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then relaxed completely. He sank into the bathtub and prepared to enjoy the pleasure of bathing. Unexpectedly, the figure of the Chairman appeared. at the door.

"buckle"

"Nan Nan, it's been half an hour, it's time to come out." A cold voice sounded from behind the door, reminding him of the passage of time.

Song Nan was shocked. He didn't expect that so long had passed...

He straightened up, climbed out of the bathtub limply, picked up the bathrobe hanging on the side, put it on casually, then supported the wall and walked forward slowly: "Chairman, I'm fine."

"click~"

The chairman opened the door and saw his wet appearance. He frowned slightly and walked quickly to pick him up: "You can wait for me to come."

Song Nan smiled slightly and huddled in his arms, trying not to let him get wet: "That would be too troublesome for you."

The chairman had no choice but to put him on the sofa.

He quickly walked to the place where towels were placed and pulled out a dry towel. He returned to him and gently wiped his hair. After the towel absorbed the moisture from the hair, he picked up the essential oil and applied it to each hair carefully. Finally, he opened the The hair dryer was blowing the roots of his hair with warm wind, while reaching out to gently massage his head.

"Are you going out to eat later, or should I have someone bring it to you?"

Song Nan raised his head and asked blankly: "Is the chairman finished?"

When the chairman heard this, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and he spoke gently, but with a hint of malice in his tone: "Just leave the rest of the work to Wu Ying. I believe she can complete the task on time."

Song Nan paused and observed three seconds of silence for Wu Ying: "Then let's go out to eat?"

The corners of the chairman's mouth were slightly raised, and his green-white fingertips were running through his hair. After feeling that his hair was [-]% dry, he turned off the hair dryer, turned and walked to the closet: "Okay, but..."

He came over with a neat white shirt and black suit pants and put them in his hand: "Wear something like that when going out as before, and don't forget to wear it again like before."

Song Nan was stunned, staring at him, watching him take out a red rope with a small silver bell tied to it from the drawer. There were small metal buckles at both ends of the rope. It looked like a bracelet, but it was bigger than a bracelet. a little.

The chairman walked up to him, knelt down on one knee, took his foot and put it on his knee. While fastening the rope chain around his ankle, he said helplessly: "As expected, you stuffed it into the drawer again. So. Don’t like wearing it?”

Song Nan looked at the red rope on his feet. The rope was slightly loose and there was no discomfort. However, the small silver bell stuck to the skin, causing a slight itch.

He swayed his feet, listened to the crisp sound of the bell, and tilted his head: "No one would wear this now. It's too conspicuous, and it doesn't match the clothes we are wearing now."

The chairman's golden eyes dimmed, he raised his head, and looked up at the beautiful young man on the sofa with his shirt open and his eyes lowered, looking as if he was too weak to be picked by anyone.

He pinched his ankle with his fingertips and tightened unconsciously, and said softly: "This is a gift from the student union. It contains our love for you. You should wear it all the time... As for the clothes, it is really hard to match..."

Song Nan pouted. Seeing that he was really starting to think about this issue seriously, he immediately interrupted him: "I'll wear it, I'll wear it. If I change into other clothes, some people might send weird things, and I don't want to As a clothes rack.”

The chairman stood up, raised his hand to take off his glasses, and pinched his eyebrows slightly distressed: "That's right. If they see you change your dressing style, they will definitely make unreasonable demands, and then coerce and induce you to agree."

Song Nan was stunned. She didn't expect him to be such a soft-hearted person in his eyes. However, it seemed that he was, after all, someone who could accept the title of "school beauty"...

The chairman sighed softly and reached out to rub his head: "After changing clothes, remember to come out immediately and I will help you comb your hair."

Song Nan raised his eyebrows and was about to say that there was no need to trouble him so much when he saw him speeding up and leaving, leaving him a separate space.

He had no choice but to shake the bell on his ankle again. Listening to the crisp sound, he always felt that something was strange, but he couldn't figure it out, so he could only change his clothes obediently.

……

Song Nan opened the door and looked at the chairman standing in the corridor.

Seeing this, the chairman gathered up his cuffs, covered up the watch on his wrist, and walked to him: "Where's the flower you brought before?"

Song Nan was confused, and then took out the blood-red flower that Yu Yuze gave him: "This?"

The chairman reached out to take it, held the flower stem, and tentatively bent it, only to find that it was unexpectedly soft.

He paused, folded the flower stem into a circle, and asked curiously: "Can it be turned into a headband?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the places where the red flower stems touched each other were perfectly connected and gained some elasticity. Except for the coquettishly blooming flowers, there was no change. The other places really turned into headbands that could tie up the hair.

The chairman's golden eyes were deep, and he gently tied his hair into a ponytail, held his hand, and walked forward slowly.

"We need to speed up a little, the canteen will be closed in a while."

Song Nan was stunned and followed his pace. During this period, he unconsciously turned his head to look out the window and saw the red sunset with half of his "head" exposed on the horizon.

The soft light covers the transparent window glass, reflecting the shadows of people walking slowly in the afterglow ahead.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, his fingertips curled up slightly, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at the window again.

Song Nan lowered his eyes and then remembered that there seemed to be no mirrors installed in either the bedroom or the bathroom...