Boss

Every floor of this house is designed to be high, so its fourth floor is much taller than ordinary buildings, and the fourth floor is not as spacious as the second and third floors, and there is a separate living room And the dining room, the space other than a few rooms is used to make a long corridor, and only this floor has such a design.

The edge of the promenade is surrounded by metal guardrails carved with flowers and leaves. The height of the fence is not very high, about half the height of an adult. Leaning on the edge of the fence, it is condescending, and all the furnishings and devices in the hall on the first floor can be seen at a glance .

Song Xunhua leaned sideways on the side of the railing, his fingers subconsciously traced the complicated shapes on the metal carved leaves, and his eyes, which were darker than the surrounding darkness, were full of sparkling eyes, looking at the huge giant in the middle of the hall on the first floor. The fish tank, the blue-purple light of the fish tank looks strange and cold in the dark, and the half of Song Xunhua's face facing the fish tank is also stained with that purple-like-blue and non-purple-non-blue light and shadow, and the color has a gloomy ghostly aura , but the flawless and exquisite face was set off by the light, making it coquettish and not like a product of the world.

In the past, Song Xunhua once thought about jumping from this place.

Throwing his body directly onto the granite floor of the first floor, or more fortunately, throwing himself into the fish tank first, let the pool of blue-purple water and the transparent and clear glass be the last for his own body. makeup.

He didn't think that no matter how wonderful Aike was, he could still save the wreckage that had fallen from such a high place.

In the end, however, he did not choose that path.

Wang Weidong never fortified the convicts who were once imprisoned in this house against their possible "suicide behavior". In his perception, those men he regarded as confinement were like finely carved cups and bowls. Beauty is beauty, but it’s not a pity if it breaks, you can buy it again, maybe you can buy more beautiful and more delicate ones.

But Song Xunhua is very different, his beauty is not only displayed on the outside, it seeps from the soul, spreads to the bones and blood vessels, every look and gesture is bewitching.Such a stunning beauty, if it is broken, I am afraid that there will be no second one in the world, even if it is custom-made, there is no way to make the same one.

But Wang Weidong was not particularly wary of Song Xunhua.

The entire row of cooking knives is placed in the kitchen, and you can cut your wrists with any one.

There is no shortage of ropes for hanging in this house, and Wang Weidong cannot live without ropes when he is a man.

Even Song Xunhua's room is located on the fourth floor, which is convenient for jumping. As long as Song Xunhua has the intention, he opens the door and rushes out and jumps to death or half to death.

King Wang Weidong, Song Xunhua has not wanted to kill him for a day in these years,

But at this point, he had to admire him for seeing clearly.

He saw through him, and saw through him that Song Xunhua would never seek death.

See through that he is reluctant to die, see through that he is unwilling to die.

Seeing through that he is reluctant to die because he loves someone and thinks about someone,

It is even more obvious that he is unwilling to die because he hates someone and resents someone.

Maybe at that time, I should grasp the thought that I might as well jump off and not think about it too much. Today, I don’t have to stand here for two hours, feeling panic-stricken and boundless in my heart.

Two hours ago, the eldest of his family vomited upside down in the bathroom. After vomiting, he didn't even have the strength to go back to the bed and sat on the wet and cold bathroom floor. His face was so green that it looked like a dead body. Song Xunhua couldn't care less about it. Self-pity and self-pity hurriedly helped him wash and change his clothes. Guan Rongyun was so tired that he didn't refuse or resist at all. He generally accepted Song Xunhua's considerate and careful care and care, and of course he didn't have the energy to care about Song Xunhua taking off his dirty clothes. The pair of phoenix eyes stuck to his body after he opened it.

Boss Guan is a commoner, it is difficult to compare with Song Xunhua in terms of figure and beauty, but beauty is in the eyes of lovers, and how can Guan Rongyun be defined as a lover to Song Xunhua?

It is the heart of deep love that can be seen but cannot be touched. It is the concern and desire of Song Xunhua's entire life. Let alone Xi Shi, in his eyes, Guan Rongyun is an existence that cannot be replaced by any code name.

Therefore, the skinny body is so seductive in his eyes, the smooth and thin skin almost melts his fingers, and the listless appearance of being so sick makes him inexplicably want to The impulse to do whatever he wants... Just as Song Xunhua was calmly and carefully wiping Guan Rongyun's skin with a hot towel, the hot and naked lust in his eyes was not calm, and he used his eyes as a medium to rape his boss several times in his head.

Putting on clean clothes, he hugged the dazed Guan Rongyun onto the bed. As soon as Guan Rongyun got on the bed, he immediately used his hands and feet to kiss and fall in love with the big quilt. Song Xunhua knew about his boss's habit of rubbing big quilts , but at the moment it seems that I only feel nostalgic, sentimental and jealous. What I miss is the days of living together in the past. What is sad is that those days that he misses will never come back. A pile of quilts is a good deal, "You fucker, you owe me too much! Even if I rape you now, it's just a small change!" Song Xunhua cursed bitterly in his heart, this man only knows about quilts!

I don’t know that there is a person who is softer and warmer than the quilt who loves him so deeply, I don’t know how many nights that person who is softer and warmer than the quilt hugs the quilt under him and cries He was so dizzy and dizzy, he didn't know that that person was tied to the bed in several cold weathers, shivering naked, even a thin cloth was not handed out, and what kind of quilt was there!

It's all because of you, Guan Rongyun!

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, he stretched out his hand and tore away the quilt, turned over Guan Rongyun's shoulder and wanted to take off the clothes he just put on, but Guan Rongyun was obviously sleepy but opened his eyes at this moment, his eyes were dazed and empty , I don't know if he is awake, asleep or half unconscious, just staring at Song Xunhua's face like that, Song Xunhua's desire and anger are blocked, but he can't.

"Dark circles."

After watching for a long time, Guan Rongyun suddenly said something.

"What?"

Guan Rongyun pointed at Song Xunhua's face.

"..."

I have insomnia!Work hard again!And forbearing and sad!Is it possible to have golden eye circles without dark circles?

"Go to bed when you're tired."

Guan Rongyun's tone of speech was similar to usual, neither cold nor hot, but there was a little bit of command missing in the lackluster tone, and there were more soft-toned elements that even Song Xunhua couldn't analyze.

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes, turned around, and quickly fell asleep.

"..."

Song Xunhua's expression was messed up, and his mood was also messed up.

It is salty, sweet, sour or bitter, all mixed together, the result is neither salty, nor sweet, nor sour, and the most bitter flavor is a general fusion of other flavors.

Guan Rongyun, you will either fulfill my wish, or break my mind, don't let me have no hope at all, but I can't despair.Even the words of caring are so indifferent, like charity, dispensable, you can say it or not, casual or careless.

Don't you know it hurts?

It hurts more than barbed words, more than plain rejection.

Song Xunhua's eyes were blurry, tears of grievance rolled in his eyes, and finally the quilt in his hand fell gently to cover Guan Rongyun's body, but the tears never fell.

If tears had a price, I would have known that I would not have wasted tens of billions of dollars for you, but I would not be able to buy a sincere word from you, or a sincere look from you.

"There are many kinds of nausea and vomiting caused by a cold."

"Um."

"It has nothing to do with kissing."

"Um."

Song Xunhua still looked at the fish tank with an uncertain expression, and Aike's comfort had little effect on him.

How could Song Xunhua not know what he was talking about?

Just because he loves madly doesn't mean he loves stupidly, the momentary shock when he saw Guan Rongyun rushing to vomit soon subsided.

He knew very well that Guan Rongyun, the boss of his family, would not vomit half dead because of a kiss.

In the past, whether it was during afternoon naps or late nights, Song Xunhua had the courage to touch the side of the bed several times while his eldest brother was asleep, and secretly scented Guan Rongyun's light-colored soft lips.

Soft, cool, fragrant and sweet, the taste is very similar to Song Xunhua's favorite cold cake when he was a child, so delicious that he was so satisfied that he flew into the sky, he couldn't eat more and was dissatisfied like ten thousand ants, scratching him several times I almost couldn't hold it anymore, and accidentally squeezed my tongue in.

Finally Guan Rongyun was woken up by his kiss once. Originally, Song Xunhua thought that Boss Guan would cut off his mouth with a knife, or else he would just pull out a gun and blow his head off... Song Xunhua opened his mouth in a daze, waiting for the disaster to come I couldn't help but licked my still hot lips, making the last aftertaste in my heart.

Being a ghost is also romantic, boss, I admit it, you can do it!

In the end, his boss didn't do anything or say anything.

She glanced at him indifferently, smacked her lips, pulled the quilt over and continued to sleep.

That indifferent or even indifferent reaction made Song Xunhua's two passionate lips instantly turn white, from the coldness of the lips to the whole head to the toes.

If you get bitten by a mosquito, you will at least get up to slap the mosquito, if you get bitten by an ant, you will at least get up and spray insecticide. Guan Boss, you didn’t say anything, neither angry nor angry.

The love for Song Xunhua is neither painful nor itchy, and the feeling for him Song Xunhua is neither painful nor itchy.

How could such Guan Rongyun vomit just because of his kiss?

Not painful, not itchy, not cold, not hot, not soft, not hard, not sweet, not salty, after all, he said neither love nor hate, such a Guan Rongyun, even if he wanted to stalk him, he couldn't find a point of strength.

The little bug and the ant wanted to shake the tree, but they didn't have enough strength.

And what I can shake, I can't even do the shaking!

"Insomnia is a heart disease, no matter how much medicine you take, it won't help."

Passing the sleeping pills and boiling water to Song Xunhua, Ai Ke looked worried.

He was worried about this man, worried about his mental state of walking on thin ice, how deep the abyss was under the ice, Ai Ke couldn't see, he was afraid that once he fell, Song Xunhua, who was standing here talking to him normally, would come back down again up.

Song Xunhua swallowed the medicine with two sips of water, handed the cup back to Aike, and said flatly, "It's because I'm sick, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep, and I don't know if I can come back."

Since coming to this house, he hasn't had a good night's sleep.Even falling asleep is a light sleep, and in the end I have to rely on increasingly heavy doses of sleeping pills to fall asleep.

In the beginning, the inability to sleep was due to anticipation. Every night, he was looking forward to Guan Rongyun coming to pick him up until he couldn't sleep.

Later, the inability to sleep well was due to nightmares and tears.

Later, I couldn't sleep well because I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to come back.

After learning that he was betrayed by his boss, Song Xunhua woke up one day, and found that he didn't know where he was.

Those days were muddled, unreal, and he often felt that he was awake, but felt that his soul was not attached to his body. He knew very well what this Song Xunhua who was moving was doing, but he was not sure who was doing it. What Song Xunhua is himself.

Even sometimes, even that Song Xunhua became not Song Xunhua.

Where did the original Song Xunhua go? He was always confused. When he woke up, everything became very weird. Mind, consciousness, movement and cognition, everything seemed to be deconstructed and went their own way.

It took him a lot of effort and took a lot of medicine to piece himself together bit by bit, and he barely pieced together the original Song Xunhua. Although he would occasionally go off track, at least he didn't run too far.

From that time on, he began to have an inexplicable fear of sleeping.

No matter how miserable it is, it's just that you lost yourself, right?

Song Xunhua lowered his eyelids, looking at the blue-purple water in the jar on the first floor, wanting to cry miserably, but there was a desolate smile on his lips.He couldn't recall what the hell was kept in the glass tank that passed by every day, but a black dog with white teeth appeared in his head. It was a dog he had never seen before, and it was said to be called Xiaobai. .

Aike said before that when you look at things every day but can’t remember them, but your distant memories become more and more vivid, when you see or hear some strange things, when you want to cry, you laugh out and want to laugh If he sheds tears when he is crying, he must pay attention to whether he is about to suffer from mental illness again.

Ai Ke also saw Song Xunhua's weirdness, he hesitated for a while, and finally asked: "Is there anything wrong recently?"

"Yes, I saw a black hole filled with blood a few days ago, when I was repairing my boss."

"That's an illusion."

"Yesterday I opened the refrigerator and saw Wang Weidong, sliced."

"It's an illusion."

"Just now I was in the room and fucked Guan Rongyun several times."

"It's a delusion."

"Boss told me he loves me."

"It's a dream."

"That..." Song Xunhua looked behind Ai Ke intently.

"What?" Aike was terrified by his eyes, turned his head and saw nothing but a dark wall.

"I saw a face on the wall."

"..." Aike quickly turned his head to look at it again, it was still a dark wall.

"Its mouth is opening one by one..." Song Xunhua looked terrified, and the blue-purple light escalated his terrified expression by seventy to eighty percent.

"..." Ai Kemu was there, not daring to turn his head away.

"I'm just kidding."

"..."

He cared so seriously that Chief Song was still interested in making fun of him! ?

To some extent, Aike feels that the "normal" Song Xunhua is still far from what most people define as normal.

"Go to sleep, it's almost four o'clock in the morning."

Before Ai Ke had time to enjoy the joy of being cared for, he heard Song Xunhua go on to say: "What if that sick child happens tomorrow, I still have to rely on you."

A basin of cold water poured over.

To a certain extent, Ai Ke felt that Song Xunhua's heartlessness was comparable to his tolerance.

It's just that he knows that Song Xun Hua Song's boss has no heart because he dedicated his whole heart to Guan Rongyun.

But what about the darling of the leader of the Green Gang?What are you using it for?

Song Xunhua turned around and continued to lean against the railing, not knowing what he was looking at, nor how long he wanted to stand.

Aike sighed, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly thought of something, stopped again, and stood at the stairs.

"Why are the chopsticks held upside down?"

Maybe Song Xunhua's sadness tonight dilutes the sense of authority of the usual leader of the gang, maybe it was the horrible joke just now that narrowed the distance between their boss and subordinates, Ai Ke asked something that had nothing to do with him, maybe he shouldn't even ask, It is a question that has been on my mind for a long time.

"Huh? What chopsticks?"

"You hold the chopsticks upside down, and so does he." Ai Ke pointed to the closed door, the room that was originally Song Xunhua's was now occupied by someone.

"Oh……"

Because the habit became natural, Song Xunhua couldn't answer for a while, and after thinking about it for a long time, he thought of a name.

"It's because of Xiaobai."

"Huh? Xiaobai?"

"Yes, because of Xiaobai, the chopsticks can't be used."

There is a pile of fried chestnuts scattered on the table.

A pile of peeled shells, a pile of peeled chestnut meat, and a large square brown paper bag.The hands that handle the chestnuts are not very dexterous, picking, peeling and squeezing, no piece of chestnut shell can be called complete, and there is no piece of chestnut meat that does not lose powder.

The man peeling chestnuts in his hands was wearing a light gray casual shirt with a black jacket on top, and a pair of old-looking Martin boots on his feet. A few strands of slightly longer hair covered this person's eyes clearly, and he couldn't see the deepness in those eyes, which seemed to be 210 years old instead of 21 years old. A somewhat boring young man, he plays the role of a mafia boss who can cover most of the day with one hand and has many famous names.

Across the table, stood another man.

A naked Qbi holding a mayonnaise is printed on a white T-shirt, and the loose camouflage trousers on the lower body are tastefully set off by the perfectly proportioned figure, and the well-behaved socks and canvas shoes on the feet are also unique. The taste of fashion.

If it wasn't for the RPG barrel on his back with live ammunition, he would have thought that this handsome guy was a big star who just got off the show, instead of a gangster who just went to smash someone's business and is currently doing morning papers with his boss brother.

The handsome man in Q ratio methodically reported the revenue and business status of several casinos these days, and mentioned several shipments in and out. As for the shipments, there are black and white ones that are useful There are males and females to eat, and there are so many items that I won’t repeat them one by one.

Then he began to explain several transactions that might be taken off if the media accidentally heard about them. Finally, he reported some things about the site and the site.Although there is only one word difference between these two things, the grades are a thousand miles away. He knows that his boss is only interested in the latter. His boss said that the matter of the site should be handled by the people below. When the emperor has more important things to do, there is no reason to compete with farmers for land.

The implication is that you are now a leader in this Qingfengtang, don't run around with your brothers with knives, guns and sticks all day long, you don't look like it.

But he really likes this kind of thing, his boss just doesn't know that farming has the romance of farming, gangsters don't go out to play, and they don't spill blood. How is that different from office workers?

But he himself didn't know that besides what his boss said, there was also an implication. He just didn't want to see him injured and bleeding, and he just didn't want to think about him farming in that field when he was dealing with the emperor's important affairs. Will there be any unforeseen risks.

The boss peeled a section of chestnuts and stopped, Song Xunhua heaved a sigh of relief.He felt that if he continued to watch his boss's clumsy and tragic chestnut peeling, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist the impulse to rush up and grab it for him.

But at that time, he had only been with his boss for less than a year, not to mention such an intimate (?) matter of peeling chestnuts, even asking him to help the boss pour a glass of water and light a cigarette would not have the guts. (Actually, no one in Qingfengtang has the courage)

Although I wanted to get closer, but every time I saw his boss's unpredictable expression of indifference, it was like a flower on the plateau, not to mention picking it up, and I felt flustered and inexplicable even getting closer.

It doesn't matter if my small thoughts are seen through, anyway, Obasang who cleans up and down Qingfengtang, who doesn't know that Song Xunhua is obsessed with his boss?His Song Xunhua's face was thick and elastic besides being good-looking, he was not afraid of losing face, anyway, this face is beautiful, and it is also beautiful when you lose it.

He was afraid that it took him a year to finally stand out from the crowd and be able to stand so close to the boss every day. If his boss was not pleasing to the eye, he might not have a chance to get so close by then.

It's just that he couldn't figure it out, he had seen the dexterity of those hands when transforming and manipulating guns, but how could they be so clumsy when peeling a chestnut?Didn't his parents teach him when he was a child?Even if he didn't teach it, hasn't he seen others strip it?

How could Song Xunhua think that Guan Rongyun grew up in an environment where a bunch of gangsters taught him how to play with guns, but he never had his dear family teach him how to peel chestnuts, let alone any ignorant gangster who would perform in front of this gangster son Peel the chestnuts.

Boss Guan’s clumsiness in peeling chestnuts is just like his clumsiness in peeling oranges, peeling apples, twisting towels, tying shoelaces and other trivial things in life. He is born with a lack of dexterity, and no one teaches him well the day after tomorrow. Or cared.

In terms of getting along with people and expressing one's emotions, its clumsiness is probably at the same level as peeling chestnuts.

For example, at this moment, when he stopped the chores at hand and looked up, and saw the gun barrel on Song Xunhua's back, what he thought in his heart was "This toy is so dangerous and you still want to play with it. How can you find it after hiding it?" But what Song Xunhua received on his face was only a cold and indifferent expression of inquiry.

"Report, sir, this subordinate bombarded the castle of male prostitutes this morning." Song Xunhua stood upright and raised his hand as a military salute.

"..."

"I only blasted the roof and walls, the basic structure is still there."

"..." What's the difference between that and the whole boom?

What Song Xunhua was referring to should be the male PR hotel that recently opened in Fenghua District.

Of course, the sensuality industry is also the scope of the Green Gang. The owner behind the hotel is rich and powerful, and has a political background. On the silver screen, there are phoenixes and phoenixes for you to choose, if you want Da, you have Daji, you want loli, you can barely make a table for you even if you call the four heavenly kings.

The emergence of this male public relations store has indeed impacted the related industries of the Qinggang, but it is not difficult for the Qinggang to swallow up this store in time by relying on the dirty tricks of pumping money and people. Can't figure out what Song Xunhua is aiming at with bombarding people?

"I received an invitation card, inviting me to be the NO.1 of their hotel."

"..." Well, why not blow up the basic structure?

"That fire, that explosion, a fungus-shaped cloud exploded over the entire castle! It's super exciting!" Song Xunhua said gesticulating, the radiant glow on his beautiful face made Guan Rongyun lose his focus a little bit, so that I missed listening to the nonsense of mushroom cloud, so I didn't correct it.

However, he quickly noticed his daze, and quickly turned his eyes back to the chestnuts on the table. For some reason, he felt a little unspeakable discomfort in his heart.

The person in front of him is so eye-catching, dazzling like a gorgeous gem, looking down at his hands dirty with chestnuts, his useless self other than being the boss of a gangster, his ordinary and clumsy self, it takes a lot of money How much effort is needed to hold that gemstone firmly and securely, without being coveted by anyone and without any damage?

From an early age, he knew that he was not a smart person.

He is not smart or clever. He has to work [-] minutes behind the scenes to achieve the same level of things that others can do well with only three minutes. Therefore, he sets very few goals, and his wishes have always been very few. It seems that he doesn't care about anything because he knows that the achievement of every goal is so difficult, and the realization of every wish is so difficult. If he doesn't learn to care less about some things, he will Nothing and nothing.

Is this person in front of him what he wants?Is it worth it as the goal of his efforts?

"Boss, then this big chicken..."

"Pay to the treasury."

"But I've already engraved my name on it!"

Seeing Song Xunhua holding up the big chicken and trying to show the ugly "Hua" character crookedly carved on the gun barrel, Guan Rongyun raised his mouth slightly and said, "If you want the entire Qingfengtang arsenal It’s okay to send you off.” I almost blurted out, but when I thought of Song Xunhua’s non-exciting and vigorous temperament, the trace of pampering in my heart was immediately put away.

Reaching out and pointing to the floor, Song Xunhua had no choice but to put the big chicken on the ground reluctantly.

He didn't dare not listen to the boss's words, although he felt sad, but he didn't complain for long, the big chicken was just a piece of hard iron, and the living person in front of him quickly attracted all his thoughts.

His boss really never gets tired of watching it again and again, and his eyes are glued to him. The white and thin skin does not know how good it will be to the touch, and the two thin lips do not know how good the taste will be when kissed. The gray casual shirt It really looks great to completely set off his gentle and indifferent temperament. The black jacket makes the neck and wrists exposed outside the jacket so white, tender and elegant. ...

Song Xunhua sucked the saliva that almost dripped down. Fortunately, he is beautiful, even with a springy face and straight eyes, he looks like a beauty who occasionally loses his mind and is silly and cute. How can Guan Rongyun expect his subordinate's pair of spring breeze and peach blossom eyes He was stripping his clothes like peeling a chestnut, and he had progressed to licking the chestnut meat, and he almost swallowed the chestnut meat to keep the fragrance.

"Song Xunhua!"

"Have!"

I don't know how many times it took to call that kid's soul back.how?But take a rocket-propelled grenade, so you can be so sad that you lose your mind?And did this guy go stupid or did he overplay and hit his head again?Being sad doesn't mean you have a face full of ecstasy and the corners of your mouth are still drooling, right? !

"I called you hundreds of times, I said the subscript of the land in the new district."

"Oh! The old thief refuses to let go, it looks like he is hinting at the money."

"What the hell." The boss pressed a finger on the intercom on the side of the table, and after connecting, he said, "Record a video of a female student and send it to his dad."

"Boss, to what extent? 』

The voice from the other end of the phone sounds like it should be the leader of the cadres in Qingfengtang who are responsible for kidnapping, extortion, murder, and other dark operations.

"It's good to cut off a few pieces of meat, you don't need to cut them all off."

The boss's answer sounded like a housewife who was discussing with the boss how to cook duck in front of the roast duck stall.

Not long after, the phone in Song Xunhua's pocket rang.

"Old man, the old thief let go... 23.5 billion."

"That's 23.5 billion."

"No more?" Other companies dare not provoke the underworld, but Hongmen seems to be coveting this land too.

"No need. Red Gate was confiscated by the police a while ago, and the wound is still bleeding. I don't have that capital."

Tsk tsk, isn't that the boss who sent someone to inform you?His boss is really shady enough.It's fine to be black and white, even that innocent and poor girl can be dragged into the sea and used as a bargaining chip, so black-hearted, I'm afraid she will go to hell if she dies in the future...

Then he has to do more bad things quickly, so that he will have a chance to be with his boss when he dies in the future.

That's right, the current him really feels unhappy even if he hasn't seen Guan Rongyun for a day.

Before choosing to join the gang, he still considered whether he had chosen the wrong path. After joining the gang, he occasionally thought about the value and meaning of morality and conscience when he did bad things, but now even if he is forced to quit with a gun, he would rather die than leave. up.

I am covered in smog, dirty and filthy, whether I am unscrupulous or wicked, or going to hell, as long as I can be by your side, everything is worth it, as long as I get closer to you, there is heaven everywhere.

As if making up his mind, Song Xunhua stepped forward to the table and picked up an unpeeled chestnut.

"Hey, chestnuts are not as big as you peel, it's not that a whole chestnut is not good to eat, and the nails will get dirty, brother, let me show you..."

Whispering and demonstrating the correct way to peel chestnuts, Guan Rongyun didn't say anything, just quietly watched Song Xunhua peel a chestnut with extremely skillful and elegant movements.

"Give you."

"..." He stretched out his hand to take the whole and clean chestnut meat that Song Xunhua handed over, but he didn't intend to eat it in a daze.

"Boss, don't you want to eat?"

"...I don't like chestnuts."

"Fuck, then why are you peeling that pile?"

"..." Looking at the pile of broken chestnuts like a hill, Guan Rongyun himself was surprised.

What if the head is soaked in water?

But one day last week, I saw Song Xunhua making tea and chatting with his cousins. I saw Song Xunhua and others fighting for the last chestnut left, and I heard him yelling "Damn it." Chestnuts are my favorite! Mom can give you chestnuts but I can’t let you!” Seeing him close his mouth wide open to bite the chestnut in his hand like a turtle...

So when I came back from the headquarters of the Green Gang last night, I passed by the entrance of the evening vegetable market and saw a chestnut stall on the side of the road. I didn’t know how the price of chestnuts was calculated, so I asked the boss to pack a whole number of 1000 yuan, and brought the big bag this morning. When the chestnuts came, I started peeling them without thinking...

As for whether it will be peeled, it is only after peeling it.

Who will eat it?He didn't care about it.

Even if he can peel it off, can he really hand it out?He never thought about it at all.

If you want to be chaotic, Guan Rongyun grabbed the trash can beside him without saying a word, and swept the unsightly peeled chestnuts and shells on the table into it, destroying the corpse...

"The rest you take home and peel and eat yourself."

"..."

Boss, why are you so crazy? Chestnuts are very expensive, just such a waste!There are also chestnuts that I peel and eat by myself, otherwise who will serve me and peel them for me to eat?baffling……

After a lot of effort, I plucked up the courage to use Lizi to get closer to the boss, but now there is no way...

No wonder!Once he made up his mind, Song Xunhua's tricks of pestering and hooking up people were enough to make more episodes than Taiwan's dog blood series!

Leaving the chestnuts alone, Song Xunhua turned around and walked out, not long after, he came in again, with an extra pack of plastic bags in his hand.

"Eat breakfast, sir."

Without Guan Rongyun's consent, he pushed a box of omelets in front of him, handed him chopsticks, pulled up a chair and sat down, and took out a bowl of salty soy milk from a plastic bag for himself for breakfast.

He had noticed long ago that his eldest never had the habit of eating breakfast.

Several times when he was buying breakfast, he always walked away thinking that he would buy a copy for his boss, and several times he actually bought it, but he just couldn't find the time, and couldn't find an excuse to give it to his boss.

Now think about it carefully, what timing and excuses are needed to eat dry meals, breakfast is what it should be!His head was full of justifications about health and health preservation and the formation of good habits, and he made up his mind to persuade his boss to eat this meal no matter what, and he would have a meal every morning in the future!

But to his surprise, Guan Rongyun didn't say anything, took off the chopsticks, opened the plastic box of the omelet, and ate it with his head down.

Oh, one small step for me, one giant leap for mankind!

Song Xunhua beamed with joy, and habitually started to chatter as soon as he was in a good mood. He chatted non-stop while eating, and he didn't know how much saliva he sprayed into other people's omelets. Boss Guan didn't know it was his eyes. Blind not seeing or pretending not to see, still eating silently.

There is no expression on his face, and his mouth is full of words like gold, but his heart is filled with a bunch of warm things that he doesn't know.