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Bao Chan frowned and opened his eyes, the buzzing in his head was not pain, but swelling, which made his temples throbbing.In front of him was a black sheet, with a hand on his shoulder. He tried to get up while supporting the bed, but that hand immediately closed, holding his shoulder and pulling him back.

"Brother..." On the same bed, Baochan's first reaction was Shi Kuoting, rubbing his temples and turning over, "Where are you taking me..."

A short distance away, there is a sleepy face, sexy brows, straight nose bridge, disheveled hair, big pectoral muscles exposed: "Who is Brother Shi?"

It was Kuang Zheng, Bao Chan's eyes widened: "Why am I here with you!"

"It's not with me," Kuangzheng stretched, "with that Brother Shi of yours?"

Baochan lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed, when he looked down at his ice silk underwear, it was so transparent, he could see everything: "Where are my pants!"

He shrank back clutching the quilt, Kuangzheng thought he was fussing: "What is the big man shouting about?" He pointed to the small sofa by the window, on which a pair of light-colored jeans were thrown, "Take it off for you."

Baochan blamed him a bit: "Why did you bring me to your house, what a shame..."

"You think I want to?" Kuangzheng yelled back wearily, "You are like a piece of brown sugar, holding on to me and not letting go."

"Ah?" Baozhan was stunned, the memory of last night was blurred, the stage at midnight, the unfinished part of "Empty City Strategies", the hanging "Ruyi Island", the three glasses of wine between him and Shi Kuoting , followed by that bottle of low-quality white wine, everything was ambiguous, "Am I crazy about drinking?"

Kuangzheng nodded helplessly, pinching the corners of his eyes, Baochan saw a wound on the back of his hand, shaped like a tooth mark, half-moon: "What's wrong with your hand?"

Kuang Zheng put down his hands, turned over and got out of bed: "It's okay."

He is also wearing ice silk, the night sky is black, but with that material, everything can be seen clearly, Baochan turned his head away: "Brother, give me your pants."

In the next second, the jeans were thrown over, and Bao Chan lifted the pants while looking at Kuangzheng. He had a really good figure, with a wide and straight frame, full and well-shaped muscles, and the graphite-colored silk pajamas were rolled up, making him even more masculine. smell.

"Go brush your teeth," Kuang Zheng turned around, "I prepared a toothbrush for you last night."

"Oh..." Baozhan quickly lowered his eyes and went to the bathroom with bare feet. The layout is no different from his home, except that the marble countertop is like those beauty bloggers on the Internet, with countless bottles and jars.

Baochan stared at the pile of things, all of which were in foreign languages ​​he didn't know. He was speechless and unscrewed the toothpaste.

Halfway through the toothbrush, Kuangzheng walked in, and stood back to back with him in front of the toilet, without any precautions, there was a sound of water splashing, Baochan bit his toothbrush and blushed: "I'm still here!"

Kuangzheng looked indifferent: "What can it be, public toilets are not like this."

"Oh, you..." Baochan spat out a mouthful of foam, "This is home!"

Kuangzheng came over to wash his hands after urinating, Baochan avoided him, wiped his face with water and was about to go out, but was stopped by Kuangzheng: "Come back," he handed over a towel, "wipe your face."

"No need," Baochan was afraid of getting his towel dirty, "it will dry as soon as the wind blows."

Kuang Zheng grabbed his arm and dragged him over, rubbed his face with a towel, then picked out three bottles from the pile of bottles and jars, and poked them in front of him: "Basic moisturizing."

Baochan had goosebumps: "I don't."

"why?"

"Women only wipe these."

Kuangzheng's brows twitched, remembering that Baochan said to his mother before: "Why are you living such a rough life?"

"Men should be rougher!" Baochan wanted to run away, but Kuangzheng caught him like a chick in his arms, hugged and pressed something on his face, "Moisturizing water, lotion, moisturizer, in this order , every morning and evening, I will supervise you from today on!"

Baochan came down from the second floor, like a little girl who was bullied by a bully, her face full of aggrieved, she touched her face with the back of her hand, it felt weird, as if it had been beaten with sandpaper, smoother than a boiled egg.

Kuang was getting dressed upstairs, Baochan was thinking of waiting for him, and the wait would be endless. The first time he urged, the superior said he was scratching his hair; the second time he urged, the superior was picking out a suit; The color of the collar button and pocket square was not set properly... Baochan sat on the sofa in despair, feeling the passing of time bit by bit.

It was not easy for Kuang to come down. Bao Chan turned around and was stunned. He was wearing a navy blue double-breasted suit, an off-white tie, and his hair was parted differently than usual, giving him a refreshing chic.

"Let's go," Kuang Zheng took the phone key, "I'm hungry."

Baochan originally wanted to say a few words about him, but such a delicate person stood beside him, unable to utter any criticism, and half an hour of waiting seemed to be worthwhile all of a sudden.

They went to the opposite side together, Baozhan went upstairs to change clothes, and asked Kuangzheng to take the porridge out of the refrigerator, boil it first, and fry the eggs when he came down.

Kuangzheng is already familiar with cooking porridge. He sits in the pot, adds water, and turns on the fire. The porridge boils quickly, and the puff of steam sprays on his face, sending the sweet rice fragrance, which is inexplicably pleasant.

He took out his mobile phone, took a photo of the hot porridge pot, picked the best one to adjust the color, and posted it on Moments. There was no nasty words, only a sparkling little sun.

Bao Chan came down to fry eggs, each made a glass of juice, and sat at the table facing each other, eating porridge and chatting, "Brother Shi, what did you just say?" Kuang Zheng asked, "Who is it?"

"Brother Shi." Bao Chan narrowed his eyes with a smile, "It's my senior brother. The opera I learned at his house is the same as my own brother."

Oh, Kuang Zheng nodded.

"By the way, I didn't do anything outrageous last night, right?" Baozhan took a small piece of white fermented bean curd and gave it to him with chopsticks, "Did you throw up?"

Kuang Zheng shook his head, abnormally silent.

Baochan asked: "Really?"

"Really." Kuang Zheng picked up the bowl without looking at him.

"No," Baochan snatched his bowl away, "What the hell did I do?"

Kuang Zheng looked up at him, hesitating to speak: "You..."

Baochan waited for him to speak.

"You put your arms around my neck, insisting that I'm your girlfriend, and you still want to kiss me."

Baochan looked like a puppy that had been trampled on, his whole face twisted: "Nonsense!"

Kuang Zheng didn't argue with him, leaned over and took a bite of the egg, the oily aroma was overflowing.

"Impossible!" Baochan didn't have these things in his mind, "I never thought about having a girlfriend..."

"Believe it or not," Kuang Zheng took back the porridge bowl, "Pass me the soy sauce."

Bao Chan glared at him, and gave him the soy sauce bottle on the corner of the table: "I find you really annoying..."

Kuangzheng responded silently, he really wasn't telling the truth, Baochan was drunk last night, hugged his neck and wailed loudly, first called senior brother, sobbed and said that his leg hurts, so pitiful.

Kuangzheng asked him where the pain was, and he called him Master, saying that he was incompetent, that he had failed his old man's entrustment, and that self-blame broke Kuangzheng's heart.

He coaxed him like a child, Baochan muttered and acted like a baby, called his wife, and said that he wanted to eat the scallions and meat made by her, but Kuangzheng almost made him toss to death. On the big soft bed, Baochan grabbed his suit collar and called softly: "Mom."

Mom, his cruel mother, the mother who left him and ran away alone.

Kuangzheng leaned over to look at that face, it was red and swollen, pitiful as if no one wanted it, he wiped his tears and wiped them to his mouth, Baochan suddenly grabbed his hand and bit the back of it hard.

Kuangzheng endured the distinct pain, he knew that Baochan was not biting him, but the irresponsible mother whom he loved and hated, "Tonight..." Kuangzheng exhaled, "Let's eat scallions and meat. "

Hearing the words "scallion fried pork", Bao Chan was taken aback, then smiled gently, as if he had a happy memory: "You want to eat green onion fried pork, okay, I'll make it for you..."

Kuang Zheng watched him go to the kitchen with a bowl, his back was straight and beautiful, and he looked strong, but in fact he was scarred a long time ago, he really needed someone to love and love: "What kind of person do you like?"

"Huh?" The topic jumped too fast, and Baochan didn't react.

"Girlfriend," Kuang Zheng took out a tissue and slowly wiped his mouth, "I'll introduce you to a good one."

"No need..." Baochan declined first, and then said shyly, "Ordinary people are fine...smart and nice, don't think I don't have money, it doesn't matter if you're local or out of town."

Kuangzheng took his seat with his fingertips: "Smart, kind, I don't think you have money," he laughed, "Isn't it just me?"

"You are so beautiful," Baochan booed him first, and then thought for a while, "If you were a woman, I would definitely make you fried meat every day, and chase you with all my heart!"

Kuangzheng stood up and straightened his suit: "Hey, it sounds so scary." He took the car keys and twirled his fingers, "Let's go, I'll take you to the theater."

Cuixi Huadu and Financial Street stopped by, and Kuang was putting Baohua down in front of the theater building. After a few instructions, he walked to the company. Men and women in the elevator were all staring at him secretly. The navy blue blaze was perfect for the early autumn weather. The off-white tie has a charming British elegance.

Come over at 5en, enter the room and close the door, ready to listen to the work arrangement, but Kuang Zheng leaned on the desk and asked seriously: "Do you know a good woman?"

"Ah?" I was stunned.

Kuangzheng's cell phone rang suddenly, it was Bai Yinwu, he picked it up: "Hello, Lao Bai."

"Come up immediately," Bai Yinwu's voice was full of joy, "63rd floor."

Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows. The 63rd floor is above the managing director. There is only one large meeting room and a few small reception rooms, which are usually unused and only opened by senior executives from the head office.

"I'll be right there." Kuang Zheng hung up the phone, walked out with his tie tight, and got on the elevator. His heart was pounding. Hearing Bai Yinwu's tone, it seemed that something good was about to happen.

The staff waited at the elevator entrance. As soon as he came out, he led him to the reception room. The wooden door opened from left to right, and he walked in. There were a few bosses who could only see the company's annual meeting sitting in the room.

"Guangzheng," Bai Yinwu stood up and introduced with a smile, "The candidate for Executive Vice President recommended by the Investment Banking Division."