Wealthy wolf dog

The lights were on in the bedroom, and the floor-to-ceiling windows shone bright light from the rising sun.

Lots of light and very short distances.

Ling Zi read Ji Xiayang clearly, brackets, twice.

The first time I watched it directly, the second time the picture was already in my mind, even when I lowered my head, I couldn't get it off.

Ling Ziqing felt that his usual obedient head was on the road to poisoning and death because of implanting wrong information, and it would never return.

With a bang, there was nothing left.

He didn't know how to face such a situation, he was anxious and shy, his face was hot.

Ling Ziqing didn't need to look in the mirror to know that he was blushing.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" Ji Xiayang picked up the bath towel on the ground and turned around to wrap it around himself.

Ling Ziqing also turned around, raising her hand to shield her hot cheek.

By the way, block the "scenery" in front of you.

Ji Xiayang rewrapped the bath towel, "Okay, I'll continue washing."

Ling Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief when he heard footsteps.

"Huh?" Ji Xiayang stopped suddenly, "Your ears are so red... Hey, your face is also red!"

Ling Ziqing: "..."

Even if you see it, why say it so loudly.

Ji Xiayang wanted to see it more clearly, so he went around in front of him, "It's really popular..."

Ling Ziqing was embarrassed and wanted to hide.

However, Ji Xiayang followed him around, sticky like a follower.

Ling Ziqing became angry from embarrassment, so he let himself go and yelled at Ji Xiayang, "Go take a bath!"

As soon as he got angry, his voice became so high that it almost broke.

Ji Xiayang was dumbfounded by his yelling, and blinked, "Your voice is going to be hoarse, do you want to drink water?"

Ling Ziqing was convinced.

Is drinking water the point now?

He suspected that Ji Xiayang was teasing, so he glanced at him, but was defeated by that innocent and caring face.

Ji Xiayang looked very sincere and really cared about him.

Ling Ziqing didn't want to care about anything at this time, so he followed this sentence to find the steps, "Well, I'm going to drink water."

After finishing speaking, Ling Ziqing hurried away from Ji Xiayang who was only wrapped in a bath towel, and ran towards the opposite door.

He walked quickly and closed the door behind him.

The intensity was not well controlled, making a loud bang as if to vent dissatisfaction.

Another career blunder.

However, this mistake is nothing compared to the death scene where the naked boss blushed and his neck was thick when he yelled at him.

Ling Ziqing ran downstairs in one breath and found the ice water he had brought earlier.

After such a long time, the ice water is no longer ice, but it is quite enough for him, who is so excited that his cheeks are hot.

Ling Ziqing opened the bottle and drank wildly, drank most of it before stopping to catch his breath, "Huh."

The cold water made him feel better.

Ling Ziqing rubbed the center of his eyebrows, sighed and raised his head.

Then he started having headaches again.

In front of him was the living room where Ji Xiayang and his friends were messing around, it was so messy that it couldn't be seen.

Ling Ziqing suddenly lost his shyness, only tiredness remained.

He didn't come to see the boss, he came to clean up the mess for the boss.

The mess is not limited to the one in front of me, but also the matter that Mr. Ji will visit the branch later.

Ling Ziqing felt a headache just thinking about Ji Xiayang's unreliable appearance.

When Mr. Ji comes to the branch next time, he will call all the management staff for a meeting.Ji Xiayang is the "Prince", the object of everyone's attention, if something goes wrong, there will be endless troubles, and things will only be big and not small.

He thought for a moment, and decided to teach Ji Xiayang to pretend.

Pretend to listen to the content of the meeting with an attitude of "I understand everything", don't be slow when it's time to applaud, and let the day go by.

The plan is simple to make, but a little analysis shows that there are many difficulties.He thought about Ji Xiayang's simple and ignorant face, and he didn't think there could be any scheming and unfathomable expressions on it.

He felt that Ji Xiayang had a straightforward personality of asking questions whenever he didn't understand.

If Ji Xiayang asks questions at the meeting...

Ling Ziqing frowned just by imagining it, and sighed with worry.

Just in time, Ji Xiayang took a shower, put on his clothes and found it, "Hey? Did you find the water?"

Ling Ziqing looked up, and saw Ji Xiayang bouncing around.

Ji Xiayang wore a suit of youthful and energetic clothes.

The loose sweater with a red bottom made of bold geometric patterns in contrasting colors, the cropped slacks that are slightly slim and leg-length, and the slender ankles are connected to the dazzling red sneakers, as if stepping on a ball of fire.

If Ling Ziqing saw someone dressed like this on the street, he might praise the young man for his smart clothes.

However, what he saw was Mr. Ji who was about to send him to work in the company.

Ling Ziqing felt that Ji Xiayang's bouncing steps were stepping on his forehead, and he took another sip of water to stabilize his emotions.

"Mr. Ji, did you receive the suit yesterday?"

Ji Xiayang thought for a while, "Oh, I gave it away."

Ling Ziqing remembered that none of the people who left was holding a suit, "Who did you give it to?"

Ji Xiayang was quite proud, "My friend! He said he was short of clothes for the interview, and I happened to have a set so I gave it to him. He said it was a great help!"

Help the devil.

Ling Ziqing did not believe that someone would wear a high-end suit to an interview.

Ninety-nine out of [-] so-called friends take suits for resale or to show off.

Ji Xiayang was proud to finish his speech and was waiting to praise him, but he felt wrong when he was silent, "Don't worry, I still have clothes! Like this one!"

After finishing speaking, she ran up to him and put her hands on her hips to show off.

Ling Ziqing looked at it a second time, but was still struck by the dazzling color.

But he's here to fix problems, not complain about mistakes.Ji Xiayang sent clothes casually, but he was deceived by his friends as if he was being taken advantage of with good intentions. No matter how angry he was, he had no place to question him.

"This set is too outstanding," Ling Ziqing first smoothed Ji Xiayang's hair, and then said no, "But Director Ji prefers a unified style."

After hearing the compliment, Ji Xiayang felt at ease, and didn't have much dislike for the latter words, "Yes, my dad can't appreciate such beautiful clothes."

Ling Ziqing continued, "Well, please change into a suit."

"I don't know which ones are a set."

"May I help you choose?"

"Okay!"

"Go upstairs."

Ji Xiayang was dizzy and obediently turned around, turned halfway and then turned back, "Do you think it looks good?"

"nice."

"Hey, I knew it."

Ji Xiayang smiled contentedly as if eating candy, and obediently went upstairs.

Ling Ziqing followed behind, smiling sourly.

Coaxing children is so tiring.

He was about to rub his cheeks to breathe, but saw Ji Xiayang in front of him stop again.

Ling Ziqing was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"Forgot one thing." Ji Xiayang pattered down the stairs and ran to a step lower than him.

Ling Ziqing couldn't understand, "President Ji...".

Ji Xiayang raised his head abruptly, stared at him and seriously praised, "You're pretty too."

Ling Ziqing was stunned when he met those pure eyes.

It was the first time he heard such a straightforward and sincere compliment.

Ji Xiayang is young, with a simple face that doesn't know much about the world.His eyes are round and bright, he pronounces words carefully for fear of making mistakes, and he completely lacks the usual casual and brisk tone.

It's like, praising him is the most important thing in the world.

Also, Ji Xiayang purposely walked to a step lower than him to even out his taller height.

He held his head up and looked at him with star eyes before he spoke.

Ling Ziqing forgot for a moment that he was suddenly praised for no reason, and only felt the little joy of being valued jump into his heart - like a little bird jumping on its tip, dexterous and light, elusive and very seductive.

He was a little at a loss, but Ji Xiayang was calm and did not avoid looking at each other from beginning to end.

Ling Ziqing was embarrassed at first, so he didn't look away and said something dry, "Thank you."

What should I say next?

Ling Ziqing found himself in a difficult situation, pressing his finger on the handrail of the stairs to make an uneasy rhythm.

Ji Xiayang suddenly said, "Why aren't you blushing?"

"..." Ling Ziqing frowned.

Paji.The happy little sparrow was beaten to death and cooked by Ji Xiayang's bright red "fire".

Ji Xiayang didn't have his endless thoughts, so he spoke openly, "I thought you would blush... Forget it, let's go upstairs."

After finishing speaking, Ji Xiayang ran up the stairs like a normal person, walking happily.

Ling Ziqing watched from behind, unable to restrain the corners of his mouth twitching.

What kind of stupid boss is this! ! !

He cursed secretly, but his footsteps did not slow down.

Want to have a meal.

Ever since Ji Xiayang went to the branch company as a nominal vice president, Mr. Ji had the dream of "my son will work hard".The beginning of my dream was to let my son change out of fancy clothes and show up at the company in a decent suit.

Therefore, Mr. Ji often sent someone to bring suits over.All kinds of colors, all kinds of fabrics, all kinds of designs, even if Ji Xiayang barely wears them, he still enjoys them.

With so many suits, 90% of the suits given away by Ji Xiayang should have a working one, right?

Ling Ziqing thought so, and when he saw Ji Xiayang's cabinet, he thought it was too beautiful.

Ji Xiayang pointed to a large pile of clothes crowded in the corner, "It's all here! I've sorted them and put them away!"

Ling Ziqing smiled and said, "Yes."

I was yelling in my heart: Is it a human thing to crumple suits into balls and throw them into piles!Waste recycling is neater than this! ! !

Ling Ziqing began to think of a way.Time is tight, and it is not easy to find a suitable set or give it to professionals to sort out. It is the most efficient way to solve it with the resources at hand.

He squatted down, dug out a shirt that wasn't particularly wrinkled and a casual suit jacket from the pile of clothes, and then went to find the clothes dryer.

Ji Xiayang asked in the back, "Hey? Where are the pants? Don't I wear pants~"

Why is this tone a little happy.

Ling Ziqing couldn't understand and didn't try to understand. While ironing the clothes, he explained blankly, "Just wear this."

At this time, it is impossible to find a set of meticulous and steady attire, so it is better to take advantage of Ji Xiayang's youthful characteristics and dress up in a casual light formal attire.

Ji Xiayang didn't bother, and focused on him, "Wow, you can iron clothes!"

Ling Ziqing nodded perfunctorily and concentrated on solving the wrinkles on the shirt.

Ji Xiayang was also addicted to watching, pulled the small shoe-changing stool next to him, sat up and stared eagerly with his head raised.

Ling Ziqing took a quick glance, just in time to see the stubborn hair on Ji Xiayang's head.

He reminded, "President Ji, you..."

Ji Xiayang interrupted, "Don't call me Mr. Ji, don't say 'you'."

Ling Ziqing corrected it halfway, "Go and dry your hair first. It's cold in the morning, so it's easy to catch a cold."

Ji Xiayang scratched his hair, "Couldn't it be natural?"

Ling Ziqing already understood Ji Xiayang's childish character, so he smiled coaxingly, "It's even more handsome if you blow it."

"Okay, I'm going!" Ji Xiayang ate this and ran away happily.

Ling Ziqing was able to concentrate on ironing the clothes, and then found a pair of matching shoes, and brought them to Ji Xiayang.

Ji Xiayang had already blown her hair, and was taking pictures of the concave shape in front of the mirror.

It seems that he is very satisfied with the suit on his body.

Ling Ziqing ruthlessly interrupted Ji Xiayang's narcissistic photoshoot, "It's time to change clothes."

"Oh." Ji Xiayang threw his phone on the sofa and took off his shirt.

Ling Ziqing handed over the shirt expressionlessly.

"Huh?" Ji Xiayang leaned forward and stared at him curiously, "You still haven't blushed."

Ling Ziqing is just a ruthless reminder tool at the moment, "We need to arrive at the company before eight o'clock, please speed up."

He really doesn't care anymore, his mind is full of wasted 20 minutes of ironing clothes, and the life and death speed of rushing to the company during the busy rush hour for a while.

Seeing that he stopped smiling, Ji Xiayang pouted, took the shirt and quickly put it on,

Ling Ziqing didn't look sideways, and even wanted to change Ji Xiayang's shoes.

Ji Xiayang jumped up in fright, "No, no, I will wear it myself!"

Ling Ziqing didn't force it, and turned around to help Ji Xiayang pick up the mobile phone that was stuck in the pillow pile, put it in a conspicuous place on the coffee table, and then called to remind the driver who might still be sleeping.

Ji Xiayang seemed to sense his urgency, and waited obediently after changing his clothes and grabbing his phone.

Ling Ziqing finally took Ji Xiayang out of the house smoothly.

The driver was woken up by Ling Ziqing earlier, got out of the car early and waited, "Morning Ji."

Ji Xiayang gave a perfunctory "Yes", and raised his voice when he saw Ling Ziqing was about to take the co-pilot, "Qingqing, won't you sit with me?"

Ling Ziqing paused and looked over suspiciously.

what did he call me?

Ji Xiayang didn't seem to see the confused expression, so he raised a cheerful smile and said it again in a coquettish tone.

"Qingqing, let's sit in the back together~"