In Hong Kong, subordinates are not allowed to poke the mouth of their bosses

I confessed.

Mr. Chuya agreed.

We are in this together.

The above three things all happened in reality, but I was still in a daze and couldn't believe it.

why?Why do you like me?I can see that Chuya-sama is not born with a male sexual orientation, he chose to be with me because of me.Because of this, I don't understand why such a dazzling, serious and loyal Mr. Chuya chose me?

This problem tortured me so much that I couldn't sleep at night, and I was anxious, afraid that one day I would open my eyes from my dream.

"Why do I like you?" Mr. Chuya, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, asked angrily, "What kind of stupid question is this?!"

Zhong Yuanzhong will also be pissed off by this fool's subordinate.He is obviously a bit shrewd at work, and he can be called an extremely good subordinate, but he asks him such an emotionally stupid question?

If you like it, you like it. What else is there to like about this guy other than himself?If you don't think about him, is it because you don't have a lot of savings of your own, if you don't have your own great skills, or if you don't have any expression and courage and only dare to secretly shrink back and like other people's cowardice?

At first, I was just surprised that there was an unimpressed subordinate who was willing to risk his life to save himself. After discovering his secret, he didn't feel disgusted when he was stared at by him when he was drunk...

Later, whether it was the considerate treatment after drunkenness or the home-cooked meal the next morning, or the follow-up attention, as if he always put himself in the eyes and the most important position in his heart, how many people could resist this kind of treatment? live?

That kind of fiery, strong emotion that can turn a person's heart into magma is hidden under such a calm face.

And my every move can have a huge impact on it, and this special treatment can be addictive.

A calm and self-possessed person can't even make his heart beat a little bit disordered by death, but he can do it easily.If this guy likes that bastard Dazai, I'm afraid he will be spoiled, hmph, I still have a conscience.

I am also somewhat proud of myself.

So, to be able to ask such a question, this guy is really a fool!

Or are you asking this question on purpose to see him make a fool of yourself?

Its heart is awkward!

I watched Chuya-sama's mood change from a slightly blushing shyness to annoyed, and I had some bad premonitions in my heart.

Chuya-sama is going on some inner drama that I don't know about and forced me to think about it.

Sure enough, he had a thin red face, and stared at me with cobalt blue eyes: "If you know it well, don't ask me such questions, hurry up and go to work for me!"

I have no idea!No one knows you well, Mr. Chuya!You can't always impose your brain on me and say it's my idea, I'm innocent.

I didn't get a definite answer, like a woman who lost her sense of security, persistently wanting the proof of "he loves me", ah, like the plot of a third-rate novel or TV series.

In short, I bent down slightly. Although the door god brother had been arranged outside the door, I still subconsciously wanted to block possible sight, and asked in a breathy voice as if cheating: "Can you give me a kiss? Master Chuya."

Prove that you love me.

I then witnessed the originally thin redness quickly climbed and spread, down to the neck to the tips of the ears, and the cheeks in the middle, all were dyed a beautiful blush, and the emotions in those eyes were extremely embarrassing and angry, and the water was sparkling.

He scolded with his breathy voice and this cute look: "Ridiculous! What are you talking about?! How could I pick and kiss you in the office, you idiot!!!"

Whether I love it or not, whether I prove it or not, I leave it behind.

Chuya-sama looks like this, I just want to ignore him and kiss him, so that the reddest part of his face will become the lips that open and close to call me a fool.

Chuya-sama is still chattering to divert his attention, so don't be so embarrassed, "Who would do that kind of thing with you in the office", "Give me some respect for my work, bastard", "Don't say such nonsense next time "some type of.

But my mind is full of "kiss up, kiss up, kiss up, kiss up", "he's so cute, cute, cute, cute", "boo his mouth, boo his mouth, boo his mouth, boo his mouth".

Facts have proved that once something in the mind is too persistent, the body will subconsciously and involuntarily execute it.

In short, when my mind was not clear, I had already leaned forward and blocked that mouth.

Chuya-sama was obviously stunned, his cobalt blue eyes widened innocently, all the words were stuck in his throat, his eyelashes fluttered, and then he closed his eyes.

Does this mean acquiescence?

Like a wolf smelling fishy smell, I hit the snake with the stick, and turned the innocent kiss that I had tasted lightly into a deep, astringent kiss that plundered and breathed deep into my throat.

Chuya-sama pushed me away again.

Well, after stealing the fish, my mood is different, like a fully charged power bank, I am willing to devote myself to work.