Liuxiang

The cooks belonging to the commercial house received a phone call together in the afternoon of this day.

The call was from Shang Huaiyan.

This young but very capable president who lives alone in a large villa in Forty-Nine City and has three cooks alone seems to be in a hurry to deal with something, so he hangs up the phone himself to tell them to terminate the work contract , but will compensate them with three months' wages and a recommendation letter from a big hotel, and said that these will be handed over to them by his assistant, and then hung up the phone in a hurry. When they hung up, they still heard the phone call There was a faint sound of chopping vegetables on the other end, and I don't know if I heard it wrong.

The chefs were surprised, but it was a good opportunity for them to get three months of severance salary and be a chef in a big hotel. Therefore, no one was annoyed by the sudden termination of the contract. My colleagues communicated with each other, why did the gossip Shang Huaiyan suddenly do this.

"Hey, I haven't heard what happened to the company where Mr. Shang is the CEO recently. It's still a giant."

"I heard from the Filipino maids in the villa that Mr. Shang also called them just now, but instead of firing them, he asked them to quickly tidy up the room next to the master bedroom."

"The room next to the master bedroom? The one that is actually the hostess' room and has an internal door directly connected to the master bedroom?"

"That's right, that's the one!"

"Could it be that a hostess wants to live in?" The cooks were very puzzled, "But there is a hostess who wants to live in, what kind of chefs should be dismissed, shouldn't there be more cooks according to the taste of the hostess?"

"By the way." One of the chefs said, "I seemed to hear the sound of chopping vegetables when I hung up the phone. If Mr. Shang is at the hostess's side at this time—"

Could this hostess be a miraculous culinary enthusiast? !

Yi Baitang is certainly not an avid culinary enthusiast.

He is a master chef who despises most chefs in the world!

Of course, he is also being scorned by "the one" who has single-handedly trained himself, and has lost.

Now the chef, who may be more than ten thousand but must be under one, is directing the moving team to pack his important assets in the kitchen, first of all, the gas steamer in the corner, the ice machine, the platform refrigerator, the large oven, and even the Six-burner noodle stove for western food and so on.

Shang Huaiyan was used to seeing these things when he came here, and he didn't usually think of them, but when they were removed from the kitchen one by one and carried to the car, Shang Huaiyan realized that the kitchen was much more spacious than he expected.

Then he discovered a little problem.

Shang Huaiyan: "These are all yours?"

Yi Baitang: "Yes."

Shang Huaiyan looked around and felt that after these things were moved, it seemed that the original landlord didn't even leave a sink.

He was a little suspicious: "Is this how she was handed over to you at the beginning?"

Yi Baitang said lightly: "No, there are basic kitchen equipment. I thought the equipment was outdated, so I dismantled and threw it all away. I told the other party when I signed the rental contract, and I gave some extra money."

Shang Huaiyan: "..."

But you only signed a three-month rental agreement with the other party.

Haven't you considered that if you don't renew the lease, it will be difficult to move so many devices?

I finally understand why the landlord is so confident, thinking that you won't move out easily...

"Okay, there's nothing left, let's go!" Yi Baitang watched the full kitchen become empty, nodded in satisfaction, and said to Shang Huaiyan.

But Shang Huaiyan stood still and did not move.He reminded Yi Baitang: "Where are the clothes and furniture in your room?"

Yi Baitang paused: "Oh, I forgot. When I came back here, I only brought a passbook."

Shang Huaiyan smiled and said, "Then can you forget to bring the passbook?"

Yi Baitang turned and walked towards the room, and said casually, "Isn't the bankbook with you?"

Shang Huaiyan: "..."

He was startled at first, then he was embarrassed by being seen through, and then he was secretly happy.

It wasn't until these three emotions passed around his heart like a revolving lantern, that he felt happiness, like flowers and trees bursting out of the ground in the spring breeze, coming from the bottom of his heart in an endless stream, so that he didn't feel the sound of the next voice. There was a trace of Feiyang: "You thought you forgot."

Yi Baitang has already walked to the small bachelor apartment behind the kitchen.It's only been three months, and he really doesn't have many personal belongings, and he doesn't have any valuables. Now he randomly took out a box from under the bed, opened the closet, and opened the wardrobe to store the scattered sets of clothes, as well as a few domestic and foreign certificates. Just roll it up and stuff it with the trophy.

While arranging his clothes, he glanced lazily at Shang Huaiyan: "I haven't forgotten."

I just want to see you so happy at this moment~

On the night of the move, when Yi Baitang arrived at Shang Huaiyan Villa again, it was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening just like the last time.

The villa this evening was the same as the last one, and all the staff in the villa were given a holiday as usual, and there were only two people in the big place, Yi Baitang and Shang Huaiyan.

Shang Huaiyan took Yi Baitang to the room next to his own bedroom. He ordered the Filipino maid to tidy up the room in the afternoon. All the furniture inside had been wiped down, and the carpets and curtains on the floor were replaced with new ones. Of course, the sheets and quilts are also the ones that have just been exposed to the sun.

If there is any difference between this place and his master bedroom, it is that his master bedroom is the kind of European furniture that is close to the modern style, while here, from the bed to the table and chairs to the closet, etc., are all the most classical. The most authentic European style, especially the high mattress on the four-poster bed, thick pillows and quilts, and hanging curtains hanging from the top of the bed.

Every time his gaze passed over the big bed, Shang Huaiyan held his breath lightly.

The design of this room originated from some kind of dark imagination in his mind.

I want to build a castle and keep the beauty inside.

I want to have a big bed and lock the beauties at the head of the bed.

I want to wake up the beauties by kissing them under heavy curtains regardless of day or night, and then do it all the way on the cashmere carpet to compare which one is more beautiful, the cashmere carpet or the beauty's skin.

Then there was none.

Shang Huaiyan didn't think about these things that could make him react.He quickly focused on reality, walked quickly to a desk near the wall, picked up a purple velvet box, opened the box slowly like opening a diamond ring box, and tied a piece of ribbon inside. Yi Baitang showed the keys to his villa.

He smiled and said, "Here's the key."

You can use it whenever you want~

Yi Baitang didn't take the key immediately.

He looked around at the furnishings in the room, didn't say anything, but asked Shang Huaiyan a crucial question: "Is this the hostess' room?"

Shang Huaiyan paused.

Shang Huaiyan paused again.

Shang Huaiyan paused again.

Before Shang Huaiyan could think about what reasonable reason he could find to convince Yi Baitang that this "hostess room" was called that, and he could actually sleep with any friend he valued, so the other party didn't mind at all and just stayed there. when.

Yi Baitang had already spoken: "Have the other rooms not been tidied yet?"

Shang Huaiyan: "Yes!"

Yi Baitang said again: "The geographical location here seems to be very superior."

Shang Huaiyan: "That's right! Facing north and facing south is absolutely good for Feng Shui!"

Yi Baitang continued: "Anyway, the only rooms that have been cleaned up are here and your bedroom—"

Shang Huaiyan: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Yi Baitang didn't know when a smile appeared on his face, he looked at Shang Huaiyan and slowly added: "So I can sleep in your bedroom, and you can sleep here."

Shang Huaiyan: "..."

what……?

Shang Huaiyan, who had been following Yi Baitang's reason, was taken aback for a moment, and felt guilty for a moment, and took a careful look at Yi Baitang.

But at this time, the little smile on Yi Baitang's face had disappeared. He picked up the key with a ribbon tied with a bow, turned it around in his hand, and said to Shang Huaiyan: " Alright, I'll live in this room, I'll take a shower, and watch the game together later."

Twenty or ten minutes after this sentence was finished, Yi Baitang walked out of the bathroom with steam and steam all over his body.

At this time, Shang Huaiyan had already changed into his pajamas, and was sitting on the sofa in Yi Baitang's room in cotton slippers, dealing with some work problems in the work mailbox.

The blue nightgown was loosely draped over his body, and the man sitting in front of the computer combed his hair back twice casually, and a few strands of forehead hair mischievously fell from the backward hair bundle to his full forehead.

He also wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses uncharacteristically on the bridge of his nose, probably a bit uncomfortable because he doesn't wear them often, so he will hold the nose clip with his hand from time to time.

The headlights in the bedroom were not on.

The blue light reflected from the notebook screen hit Shang Huaiyan's side face. When the smile that had always been hidden in the corner of this person's mouth disappeared, the people sitting there became a little more restrained and indifferent.

But such abstinence and indifference were broken up the next moment.

Shang Huaiyan, who heard the bathroom door open, took off his glasses, turned around and looked at Yi Baitang, with barely concealed pleasure in his eyes: "Did you finish washing?"

Yi Baitang: "Yes. Do you still have a job?"

Shang Huaiyan: "It's nothing, it's almost done. Where are you going to watch the game?"

Yi Baitang didn't answer this sentence, he walked to the table after Shang Huaiyan said "it's done", easily took Shang Huaiyan to the bed, stuffed it under the quilt, and then found it on the table. Remote control, turned on the wall-mounted TV facing the bed, and then went to bed, sleeping side by side with Shang Huaiyan.

Humph.

Don't think I don't know what you're thinking.

Since you think so, of course I can do the same.

I can sleep in your room.

Change room with you.

And pull you over to sleep with me.

Yi Baitang remained calm, and lightly gave himself another compliment in his heart.

Then he patted Shang Huaiyan on the shoulder, and said with a calm and satisfied expression: "The TV is in front, let's just watch it like this."

Shang Huaiyan: "..."

He didn't know why, but he suddenly had a weird and cute feeling that things were both miraculously developing according to his own imagination, and wonderfully not developing according to his own imagination.

That night, Yi Baitang changed to a new environment, and Shang Huaiyan shared the same bed with Yi Baitang again.

When a culinary competition ended, the program on the TV was still playing silently, but Shang Huaiyan, who was lying on the left half of the bed, had already fallen asleep first, with his head resting on Yi Baitang's shoulder, breathing like a spider's thread, There is a magical stickiness, sticking to Yi Baitang's neck.

And not only a little sticky, but also a little itchy.

Thinking of this, Yi Baitang pulled the quilts on the two of them, and closed their eyes to rest together with Shang Huaiyan.

The moment he closed his eyes, he thought to himself that the current state was no different from the past, as if he could make a decision——

One night passed, and the morning light was faint.

When another day came, Shang Huaiyan opened his eyes first.

His body was a little numb from sleep, and he couldn't help moving his arms before his consciousness was fully recovered, as if something was pressing on him.

Then the thing pressing on him also moved.

It was Yi Baitang's arm who was sleeping next to him.

Yi Baitang hugged Shang Huaiyan as a large life-sized doll for the whole night, and it seemed to fit him quite well.

When he opened his eyes again, he glanced at Shang Huaiyan, closed his eyes again, and then kept his eyes closed, raised his head, leaned forward, and put his face close to his.

The two were neck-to-neck, and the warm breath was blowing on each other's neck.

Yi Baitang said something in a foreign language in Shang Huaiyan's ear.

A long voice that seemed to have suddenly added viscous honey sounded in the bedroom in the early morning.

good Morning.

My amazing friend.