Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

It was not until lunch that Feng He realized that there was a dining table in Song Chongjiang's office.

The round dining table is placed next to the window, through which you can easily see the blue sky and white clouds and the hustle and bustle of traffic outside.

The food seemed to be delivered by Song Chongjiang's chief assistant, the same one who delivered clothes to Song Chongjiang in the restaurant last time.

The dishes are all packed in boxes.

Feng He felt unreal even when sitting on the chair in front of the dining table. It was really too outrageous.

He is also called a wage earner? Why does it feel like he is just here for fun?

Today's lunch was very rich, with meat, milk, protein, vegetables and fruits all available.

This is very much like a nutritious meal specially prepared for growing teenagers.

But Feng He naturally couldn't think of so much.

Because the food tasted so good, Feng He couldn't help but eat too much, while Song Chongjiang sat opposite him and ate elegantly.

Song Chongjiang lifted his eyelids and looked at him quietly: "Do you like today's dishes?"

Feng He looked at the almost finished dish and the empty bowl in front of him with some embarrassment, and nodded.

After receiving a positive reply, Song Chongjiang seemed to be in a good mood, stretching his muscles wantonly like a lazy beast.

Song Chongjiang handed the after-meal fruit to Feng He and said, "After dinner, eat some fruit to relieve greasiness and replenish vitamin C."

Feng He was flattered and pulled the fruit box closer to herself, eating the grapes, bayberries, lychees and other fruits inside.

Wow, this job is really great. Not only is the work easy but they also provide such delicious meals. Most importantly, the salary is very high.

so happy.

Feng He fell into a state of happiness in which she forgot about her mission.

Song Chongjiang looked at Feng He, who squinted her eyes because of the delicious food, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

After dinner, someone came to clean up the mess on the table.

Song Chongjiang went back to work at his desk, while Feng He was using Song Chongjiang's membership to watch idol dramas.

Song Chongjiang is a member of every software, so he never has to worry about lack of resources.

Song Chongjiang said that if he felt tired, he could watch TV series.

So Feng He did as he was told without any hesitation.

It’s just that the show he was watching, “The Wicked Wife,” was so funny that he couldn’t help but chuckle.

Feng He thought happily: He made such a loud noise that it would disturb Song Chongjiang's work. If his work efficiency drops, he will lose money. Hahaha, so happy!

Feng He felt that she was really smart!

So I watched it more enthusiastically.

But Feng He had the habit of taking a nap, and he felt tired as he watched. Plus, he had just finished lunch, so it was time for a nap, and Feng He couldn't help but doze off.

In fact, Song Chongjiang had been watching Feng He all the time after work, and saw the whole process from watching TV to taking a nap.

Song Chongjiang laughed, shook his head, stood up, picked up Feng He and walked towards the bedroom.

The boy was very light, and Song Chongjiang held him as if he were holding a feather.

She was too thin, and it hurt to hold her in my arms. Song Chongjiang lowered his eyes and stared at Feng He who was about to fall asleep. It seemed that she still needed to take some long-term supplements.

The meal prepared by the nutritionist today was good. I will use him in the future.

Feng He was already half asleep, and in a trance he felt someone picking him up. The feeling of floating in the air made Feng He much more awake.

Feng He stared dazedly at Song Chongjiang who was holding him, her pink face pressed against his broad chest.

"You...what are you doing?"

"I'll carry you to the inner room to sleep."

Song Chongjiang carried Feng He like a princess, his hands around her shoulders. Feng He felt a little awkward, so she said, "I can walk by myself."

For some reason, Feng He felt that the air pressure in the office suddenly dropped a degree after he said this. The air conditioner was on originally, and now it was even colder.

After a while, Song Chongjiang's calm voice came: "I'll be there."

There was no emotion in these words, but Feng He inexplicably didn't dare to speak.

Feng He was carried all the way to Song Chongjiang's lounge, where there was a large bed, more than enough to sleep two people.

The sheets are low-key and luxurious black, the satin is cool and soft, and it is very comfortable to sleep on it in the summer. It is a good fabric that is visibly visible to the naked eye.

Feng He fell asleep almost as soon as she lay down on the bed. Wow, so comfortable!

Song Chongjiang covered Feng He with a quilt, then sat at the head of the bed and stared at him.

I don't know how long he stared, and as if he finally couldn't bear it anymore, Song Chongjiang slowly leaned down and pressed his thin lips on Feng He's moist pink lips.

It tasted very much like what he remembered, but he had clearly never been kissed before.

Ridiculous, but totally sweet.

Feng He was sleeping soundly and was unaware of this.

Feng He slept until four in the afternoon. When he woke up, he still felt a little groggy and unreal.

Oh my god, he actually slept for so long.

Feng He got out of bed, went to the bathroom, splashed some cold water on her face, and finally woke up.

He walked out of the bedroom and saw Song Chongjiang still working in the office outside.

Feng He sat down in his seat with a guilty conscience.

"wake up?"

Feng He heard Song Chongjiang's pleasant and magnetic voice.

"Yeah." Feng He replied subconsciously.

He had just woken up, and his voice was still heavily nasal, and he spoke in a coquettish manner.

Song Chongjiang chuckled and said, "Go to work when you wake up. Help me copy this document."

As soon as he finished speaking, a file was transferred to Feng He's computer.

"But I don't know how to operate it." Feng He said step by step.

Song Chongjiang came over and stood behind Feng He's chair. He bent over to operate her computer, and his broad chest wrapped around Feng He.

Song Chongjiang's head was very close, Feng He did not dare to be distracted and watched Song Chongjiang's operation attentively.

As Song Chongjiang operated, sheets of paper came out of the printer next to Fenghe's desk.

Feng He blinked and stared at the printer with curiosity.

After completing the operation, Song Chongjiang did not leave. He looked at Feng He's face close to him and found that Feng He's eyelashes were so long.

Song Chongjiang picked up the printed document and returned to his desk, while Ren Fenghe fiddled with the printer curiously.

The time from afternoon to eight o'clock in the evening is really long. Fenghe became bored after printing, so she started to play stand-alone games on the computer, such as Plants vs. Zombies, connect the dots, cooking games, and dress-up games. Fenghe played them all.

These are games that primary school students love to play, and Fenghe enjoys playing them very much.

It was not until the end of the work day that Feng He remembered his salary.

"How will my salary be paid? We don't seem to have signed a contract." Feng He remembered that he had signed a labor contract when he went to work in the restaurant.

At this time, I couldn't help but ask Song Chongjiang. In fact, he was embarrassed to ask for a salary because he basically did nothing.

Song Chongjiang answered his question seriously: "Your salary is paid from my personal assets. Do you want it to be paid daily or monthly?"

The implication is that Feng He's salary will be paid by Song Chongjiang at that time, without going through the company.

Feng He looked at Song Chongjiang strangely. Song Chongjiang paid him with his own money?

Although Song Chongjiang had a lot of money and the monthly salary he received was nothing, it seemed as if he was giving it to him for free.