The King's Altar

[Sorrowful Tree Hole] The boss is my boyfriend, and he sold my beloved actress photo album in spite of my feelings!

In the evening, the training boss complained in the forum as usual. Belle only read one headline, closed the webpage, and went downstairs to announce: "The first wave of Christmas promotion, Feng Qu is in charge, and Yuejin helps, all the [-] banned photo albums are sorted out , make a New Year's [-]% off column, buy five get one free, and free shipping for purchases over a hundred."

When Jiang Zhaowei heard the wind coming out from the basement, five thunders struck his head: "Why?"

Feng Qu took the calculator and beeped and calculated, "That's basically equivalent to selling at cost."

"We have a lot of overstocked products that can be used for promotion," Chen Yuejin suggested: "Boss, the photo sales are very good, there is no need..."

Belle raised his eyebrows in an infinite and majestic manner, "You are the boss and I am the boss?"

Chen Yuejin solemnly said, "Obey!"

"Wait a minute!" Jiang Zhaowei hurriedly took out his pockets, holding the money and waving: "Brother Feng Qu! I still have 50 yuan left this month! Yuejin will lend me another 30 yuan! Whose photo, I bought it !"

Bei Le's face was like a flat lake, and the waves were calm: "There is no discount for the purchase by the clerk, and an additional [-]% of the purchasing agent fee will be charged. If it is discovered that it is false publicity for personal gain, three people will be seated in a row, and the year-end bonus will be deducted."

Except for Jiang Zhaowei, there were only three clerks, and even Yuan Mingqing, who didn't come to work, had to sit in it. It was obvious that the arrogant boss was cruel and ruthless and unreasonable!Feng Qu and Chen Yuejin didn't have any sympathy at all, they stayed three meters away from the boss' little boyfriend.

"My Lord Baylor is in a bad mood and always takes it out on me—oh! He just relies on me to spoil him!" Jiang Zhaowei wandered around Xiaoyu's pet shop, stroking this dog and pinching that cat, feeling old-fashioned Sighing deeply: "I'm a big man, of course I don't know as much as him, who told me to love~~ him!"

"..." Xiaoyu brushed a leopard cat's hair slowly, "Then what? It's so late, I have to close the door, otherwise they like to run out... Can you talk about your thoughts tomorrow?"

"Don't! I won't waste a lot of your time! Listen to me!" Jiang Zhaowei snatched Xiao Yu's comb flatteringly: "I'll help you! I'll help you! Boss Yu, my Lord Belle must have been unhappy all the time. Because I lost my dog. Tell me, should I buy a new pet to comfort my little one?"

"It's a good idea." Xiao Yu had a headache: Every time the kid from the neighbor's house came to him, nothing good happened.

Jiang Zhao's only smiling face came up to him, heyed a few times, and begged with some embarrassment: "Boss Yu, we are good neighbors, you can sell me a cheap... a cat or a dog."

"No problem," Xiao Yu nodded briskly: "Look at which one you like, I'll sell you cheap..." Seeing Jiang Zhaowei's earnest eyes, he changed his words again: "I'll sell you at a cost."

"Oh!" Jiang Zhaowei was ecstatic, holding up the cat in his hand, "This one."

"Isn't that good?" Xiaoyu declined regretfully: "It's a Bengal cat, it's small now, but when it grows up...it's not so small..."

Jiang Zhaowei waved his hand generously: "It's okay, it's okay!"

Xiao Yu smiled apologetically: "It costs more than 1."

Jiang Zhaowei hurriedly changed his target, pointing at a puppy: "Where is that one?"

"That's Red Alaska, tens of thousands..."

"I want a bird!" Jiang Zhaowei smiled and pointed to a parrot by the window.

"That's just the Red King Kong, who just learned to speak, and it costs tens of thousands."

Jiang Zhaowei downcast, "Boss Yu, is there any cheaper one?"

"Yes, yes." Xiao Yu grabbed a purebred Chihuahua, "One thousand?"

"Not enough money." Jiang Zhaowei lowered his head in frustration, looking at his feet.He ran out of the house, still wearing slippers, his bare feet were red from the cold.

"Uh," Xiao Yu bent down and took out a bloated chinchilla from under the table, "eight hundred?"

"Not enough money."

Xiao Yu took down a squirrel from the bookshelf: "Five hundred?"

"Not enough money."

Xiao Yu was dumbfounded: "How much money did you bring?"

"I sent money to my mother, and it's almost the end of the month...there's only 50 yuan left." Jiang Zhaowei pitifully pinched a few ten-yuan bills, "No, 47."

"The litter of hamsters is sold, how about giving it to you..." Xiaoyu pinched the ears of the Bengal cat, and suddenly remembered something, and said happily: "Oh! I almost forgot! This guy ran out to play a few days ago I only came back three days ago, and I took a small thing and put it on my bedside to make amends." Without saying a word, he turned around and ran upstairs, "That's right! That one is for you! There are too many mischievous people downstairs, they always like to hold it , After holding this one and that one, I simply hid it upstairs!"

"Oh oh? A mouse?" Jiang Zhaowei rushed upstairs and shouted: "My Lord Baylor is so noble and holy, black mice don't want it!"

"No, no, it's...a little mandarin duck." Xiao Yu hugged a storage box and opened the lid, and there was a goose-yellow, little mandarin duck inside.

"Duck, the identification is complete." Feng Qu's gaze fell into the storage box that Jiang Zhaowei brought back, chewing an apple with his mouth in his mouth, with an indifferent expression.

"Fart!" Jiang Zhaowei put the storage box on the table and retorted: "Boss Yu said it was a mandarin duck."

Feng Qu showed a little surprise: "I can't see that kid is so insidious."

"Oh, the neck is not as thick as my little finger!" Chen Yuejin showed great interest, and threw a small piece of apple into it, "Feng Qu, look, its eyes are black!"

Feng Qu bent down and was about to speak with a smile on his lips when Bei Le came down from upstairs and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Feng Qu said, "Duck."

"Don't listen to his nonsense!" Jiang Zhaowei danced and twisted towards him: "Oh, my dear Lord Belle~ Come and see~"

Chen Yuejin and Feng Qu stepped aside consciously, Bei Le walked to the table, looked at the duck: "..."

"My sweetheart, this is for you." Jiang Zhaowei kissed him on the cheek, and asked in a deep and affectionate way like the hero coaxing the heroine in all romance movies: "Do you like it?"

The duckling vigorously pecked at the apple pieces, quacking endlessly, Belle's brows twitched, and there was a long silence: "..."

Jiang Zhaowei hugged Bei Le's waist, and his tone was still so tender: "Needless to say thank you, I will be satisfied if you are happy, who told me to love you..."

Belle took a deep breath, and finally said: "Throw it back where it came from!"

Jiang Zhaowei was stuck for a moment, smiled and shook his head: "My heart, you are like this, you want to say no, you are really a troublesome little fairy!"

Belle resisted the urge to roar, raised his middle finger, and said word by word: "I don't want ducks."

"Don't listen to Feng Qu's nonsense! It's a mandarin duck!" Jiang Zhaowei screamed.

"You idiot!" Bei Le finally couldn't hold it back, squeezed the duck's mouth, and roared: "Is there such a flat-mouthed mandarin duck? Is there a quacking mandarin duck? You are a pussy! Throw it to me!" go out!"

Jiang Zhaowei became angry from embarrassment: "What's the matter even if it's a duck? You man, I gave you a gift, do you dare not?"

"I don't want it! What can you do to me?" Belle picked up the storage box and put it on the ground, and kicked the door lightly, and the storage box slid out far away.

"Fuck! It's a red heart that was eaten by a dog!" Jiang Zhaowei flipped the table, new and old grudges ignited in his chest, and his hair exploded all over: "You are like this! Again! I brought the dog back and begged you! You Don't! The dog was taken away by someone else! You still have the face to be angry! Come and harass me in the middle of the night! Watch my porn! Touch my dick! Seduce me to fuck you! I'm ready to fuck you, you You run faster than a rabbit again! You are a bitch! Moody! Moody! Playing around with me! If it wasn’t for coaxing you, why would I beg Boss Yu in the middle of the night! You’re just relying on me to spoil you ?"

"Ah ha..." Bei Le was stunned, and laughed out of anger, and was choked up by his nonsensical nonsense: I feel sorry for you as a baby, and I don't want to force you For doing that, you plan to discuss it when you agree with each other. Are you blaming me?

"Oh, what?" Feng Qu cut off their quarrel, squatted beside the storage box, and said unhurriedly, "The duck shit."

Quack quack... The little duck staggered to the corner of the storage box.

"I'll go to the basement and find a bamboo basket to put it in." Chen Yuejin squatted opposite Feng Qu, looking at the duck happily.

Quack quack quack... The duckling shook its tail.

Feng Qu shook the apple peel in front of the duck's eyes, and said: "Go, remember to put some cotton cloth on it."

Quack quack... The little duck is actively chasing the apple peel.

"Who told you to keep it? Throw it out! I don't want to see it when I get up tomorrow morning! I warn you! If it's there, I don't have it!" Belle was so angry that his eyes were dim, and he stepped forward and kicked the storage box again, striding forward went upstairs.

Quack quack... The little duck turned out the storage box, hung on the edge of the box and flapped its wings.

Jiang Zhaowei's lungs were about to explode, he tore at his neckline, gritted his teeth with a gloomy expression, "He's really spoiled by me!"

Feng Qu: "..."

Chen Yuejin: "..."

Jiang Zhaowei rolled up his sleeves, rummaged through boxes and boxes, "I must teach him a lesson tonight!"

Feng Qu: "..."

Chen Yuejin: "..."

"I'm mad, I'm mad! Don't try to persuade me! I've lost my mind now!" Jiang Zhaowei took out a pair of black stockings and put them on his shoulders, and then took out a leather whip and pinned it to his trousers, "Wait, I will beat him until he is covered in whip marks all over his body, kneeling under me in black stockings, crying and begging for mercy!"

Feng Qu: "..."

Chen Yuejin: "..."

"My wife won't hit me, go to the house to expose the tiles!" Jiang Zhaowei snorted angrily, put on the nunchakus on his back, put on the armor, and hung a row of condoms around his neck, "The boss is amazing? Since he is my boyfriend, he is mine." Yes! I have been holding back for so long, I must let him see what Eight Jiro One Night is!"

Feng Qu broke into a cold sweat: "Zhaowei... calm down."

Chen Yuejin stepped forward tremblingly to stop him: "Zhaowei, listen to the crickets, don't mess around!"

"Go! What do you know!" Jiang Zhaowei pushed him away, and wrapped a climbing rope around his waist, "To deal with this kind of arrogant guy, fuck him once and you'll be honest!"

Feng Qu took out several stockings one after another, and kindly changed the climbing rope on his waist, "That rope binds people, it hurts, change to this one, good boy, listen to brother."

Chen Yuejin covered his face in fear, "Zhaowei, don't scare me!"

"Wait a minute, no matter what sounds you hear, you are not allowed to help him! Otherwise..." Jiang Zhaowei's murderous aura flourished, threatening: "My good deed is ruined, don't blame me for turning my face and denying people! I'm serious!" Grinding his teeth He glared at Feng Qu, then glared at Chen Yuejin, then headed boldly to the boss's boudoir with all his equipment.

"Boom" kicked the door.

"Kang" knock on the door.

"Slap" the door was locked.

Jiang Zhaowei's obscene laughter, like a devil entering a village, came from upstairs: "My heart—don't look at me like that! Tell you! I've put up with you for a long time—don't be afraid! You are my man Friends! This day will come sooner or later! Why are you so shy, hahaha—"

Jingling, clang, clang, clang...

After 5 minutes: "...Beile! Why are you resisting! Why don't you want to? Do you like me or not? Are you my boyfriend? Ah? What? Speak louder! Uh... Lord Belle... I'm good Touched! With your words, I will not be wronged if I die! I like you too! I love you, my heart and soul! You have pity on me, let me have you! Please—not later! Just today !Right now! Fuck, Polar! Oh my God - you're so smitten, I love it..."

Jingling, clang, clang, clang...

After 10 minutes: "Lord Baylor! What are you doing? Don't do this! God——Baile, what are you poking with your fingers? Leap forward! Help me—Brother Feng Qu—oh—don't! Surname Bei Yes! I'm fighting with you—oh...ahhhhh I didn't kick you on purpose, don't tie my legs! I promise I won't move, can't I? Lord Baylor, please calm down—no...please It's gone...ah, it hurts, it hurts, I can't get in... Lord Baylor, I'm dying—you have pity on me... um..."