Hit workers refuse to fall in love with BOSS

Quzi was dragged away with weakness in his limbs. He didn't know how many floors the elevator went up, and his stomach was hurting.

When getting out of the elevator, Qu Zi tried harder to grab the elevator door with both hands, trying to stop the person who was resisting him, but the drug school in the wine played too fast, and lost his strength in less than three seconds.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, you can't do this... Xiao will always be angry." Qu Zi Yue watched helplessly as Zhang Yongcheng opened the hotel door.

Zhang Yongcheng looked indifferent: "He won't be angry, he's just a little assistant. Anyway, the previous one was also like this, and he's used to it."

Quzi struggled desperately: "You lied!"

Immediately, he was thrown onto a big soft bed. Qu Zi Yue saw the remote control on the bedside table, grabbed two and threw it towards Zhang Yongcheng.

Zhang Yongcheng was stunned for a moment, his patience was exhausted, and he began to untie his belt.

"Be quiet and suffer less, understand? It only takes 5 minutes."

The light in the room was very bright, and Qu Zi couldn’t keep his eyes open because of the shaking. Seeing that Zhang Yongcheng was about to pounce, Qu Zi looked around the layout of the room. On the left was the coffee table and sofa, on the right was the wardrobe, in the middle was a big bed, and the bathroom On the left hand side of the entrance.

If you can rush to the door within three seconds, you have a chance to run out.

But now his whole body is dry and hot, his limbs are weak, and even his vision is blurred.

Three seconds, can it be done?

Qu Ziyue was still hesitating in his mind, but his body had slowly moved to the left side of the bed. Sure enough, Zhang Yongcheng walked around from the bed to the side of the coffee table, wanting to catch Qu Ziyue.

Three, two, one!

The song rolled over and over, rolled to the right side of the bed, got out of bed and rushed to the door.

——The door is locked, and now there is no time for Qu Ziyue to study which way to turn it to unlock it, Zhang Yongyong has already walked over angrily.

In desperation, he walked sideways into the bathroom, quickly closed the door and locked it behind him, leaned his back against the door, and slowly slid down without strength.

so hot...

Zhang Yongcheng outside the door was still cursing and asked Qu Zi to open the door more, Qu Zi felt that his body was about to burn, so he could only take off his coat, get up, turn on the shower and start rushing.

It's too cold, Qu Ziyue's shirt is already soaked, sticking to his skin is uncomfortable, but he dare not take it off, what if Zhang Yongcheng really rushes in?

I don't know where the phone is, and I don't know where it is.

Will someone come to me?Qu Ziyue was sobered up by the cold water, and then he began to think. He thought that if it was Wang Dabu, he would definitely find himself missing. If it was the driver, Brother Shi, he would never have imagined that he would be kidnapped and taken to the hotel.

If it is the president...

Will the president come to see me?If it didn't come, what really happened, would the president feel sick?Feel like someone like Alex.

If he wants to sue Zhang Yongcheng, will the president hire a lawyer for him?

The more I think about the song, the more uncomfortable I feel, and my thoughts become chaotic while sitting on the toilet.

"Come out! If you don't come out again, I'll smash the door!" Zhang Yongcheng shouted outside the door, knocking on the door.

Qu Zi got busier and sat back by the door, blocking the door with her body.

Suddenly the door panel shook, and Quzi realized that Zhang Yongcheng must have found something to knock on the door.Fortunately, the door of this hotel is not a glass door, otherwise it may not be able to block it for a long time.

After holding it for a long time, the shower is still spraying, the more I dare not relax, but my body is getting weaker and weaker, I feel so empty, and there is something strange there.

After being distracted for a while, there was a sudden click, the door lock moved, and Qu Zi was even more startled.

"Who is it!" Zhang Yongcheng was about to smash the door open when suddenly someone knocked wildly on the door.

"Open the door!!"

The hotel manager behind him was taken aback by Xiao Cheng, Xiao Cheng's roar echoed throughout the corridor, he really wanted to remind Xiao Cheng to keep his voice down, it would be bad if he disturbed other guests.

But he didn't dare, maybe after saying this sentence, Xiao Cheng, whose arms were bruised, would be beaten unconscious.

Zhang Yongcheng recognized Xiao Cheng's voice, he didn't dare to speak for a while, the cat pretended to be dead at the door.

After 30 seconds, there was no movement outside the door. Just as Zhang Yongcheng was about to see if there was anyone outside through the peephole, the door was kicked open and he was knocked to the ground.

Xiao Cheng walked in with long legs, threw the suit jacket in his hand on the ground, and said as he walked in: "Show me the man, when the police come, just hand it over to the police."

There was no one on the bed, no one on the sofa, Xiao Cheng even knelt down and looked under the bed.

"Xiao Yue!"

The more Qu Zi heard someone calling him, the voice was so familiar, but he didn't have the strength to respond, he just limp and wanted to knock on the door.

Before he could ring, he heard a clear voice: "It's me, Xiao Yue, are you inside?"

It's the president.

"I am, I am."

Quzi struggled to get up, and just stepped back a little, Xiao Cheng pushed open the door and came in to catch him who was about to fall.

"President..."

Xiao Cheng hugged Qu Ziyue, turned his head and said to the people behind him: "Everyone go out."

Everyone left soon, only Qu Zi Yue was left panting in the empty hotel room, Xiao Cheng hugged his waist with one hand, and Qu Zi Yue's thigh with the other, and carried him to the side of the bed.

"I'm hot..." Qu Ziyue wrapped her thin arms around Xiao Cheng's neck.

Xiao Cheng took a deep breath, of course I know, you are not only hot, but also hard.

The more embarrassing Quzi pressed against Xiao Cheng's waist, rubbing against Xiao Cheng's back as he walked, and his back was wet with sweat, while the front was wetted by Quzi Yue.

I am also very hot.

"Xiaoyue? Xiaoyue, don't worry, just look at me." Xiao Cheng broke the tune over his shoulders, and spoke softly to him: "You are not feeling well right now. What about you, your clothes are wet and you will catch a cold. Take off your clothes, will you?"

The more Qu Zi heard about undressing, he suddenly remembered Zhang Yongcheng's obscene and hideous appearance just now, thinking that Zhang Yongcheng was back again.

"I don't, don't think about it, the president won't let you go if he finds out."

There seemed to be a rupture somewhere in Xiao Cheng's heart, and the hotter and hotter body temperature of the song seeped in through the crack, making him feel sore and numb.

"Xiao Yue, I am Xiao Cheng."

Qu Ziyue stopped struggling, her pupils were a little dizzy, her eyes were foggy, her hair was limply attached to her forehead, she looked pitiful.

He tried his best to blink a few times, and after confirming that the person in front of him was really Xiao Cheng, the corners of his mouth puckered down, and he threw himself into Xiao Cheng's arms in aggrieved manner.

"President...I feel so uncomfortable, my chirp hurts..."

Xiao Cheng: "..."

"I know, don't worry, take off your wet clothes first, okay? I'll get you a bathrobe."

Xiao Cheng quickly got up and took the bathrobe from the closet, came back and put it beside Qu Ziyue, and asked him if he could take it off by himself?

Xiao Cheng heaved a sigh of relief when the song said it was okay.

Qu Ziyue: "Then turn around and don't look at it."

"Okay." Xiao Cheng couldn't help laughing, turned around, and turned his back to Qu Ziyue.

Hearing the sound of Qu Zi Yue taking off his clothes, and the sound of his wet pants being thrown on the floor, Xiao Cheng's Adam's Apple rolled up and down, and he lowered his head unconsciously.

"I'm fine." Qu Zi Yue said.

Xiao Cheng turned around: "I c."

The clothes were stripped off, but the bathrobes were only worn and covered the body.

The more puzzled the tune was, the more he gasped and hummed.

Xiao Cheng: "Wrap it up, put on your belt, and be obedient."

Qu Ziyue: "Oh."

After a while, Xiao Cheng turned around and went to the bathroom to get a bath towel to wipe Qu Ziyue's hair. He just showered water in the bathroom for so long, and now his hair is still dripping.

When wiping his hair, Quzi tugged on the bed sheet more and tried to hold back until the towel was taken from his head.That bath towel was like a gust of hurricane, bringing the fluttering tune more and more towards Xiao Cheng.

He put his forehead against Xiao Cheng's shoulder, smelled the faint scent of perfume on his body, took a deep breath obsessively, like seeing a cat with catnip.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Xiao Cheng gently put his hand on the back of Qu Zie's neck.

The more Qu Zi seemed to feel some kind of summoning, the whole person rushed forward, and even put his arms around Xiao Cheng's neck.

It's so fragrant and fragrant, I want the meat to stick to the meat.

"..."

Xiao Cheng's lower body retreated a little bit, a little at a loss.

"I'm sorry, President..."

"Where is the pain?"

"It's uncomfortable down here."

The more Qu Zi felt that he was about to be burned to death, Xiao Cheng's body was fragrant and cool, and he couldn't help but continue to stick it up, then slightly shook his body to rub, and moaned/groaned lightly.

"Well... I can't get out, it hurts so much."

Xiao Cheng's head was also a mess, like a big wooden stake being rubbed by the estrous little Teddy.

He just drank something, he didn't want to do this, and now he has a jerk in his head, without any emotion, so he should be very objective, and solve his difficulties like a doctor.

Yes, that's it.

Xiao Cheng wanted to speak, but found his throat was dry, swallowed his saliva, and asked him: "Xiao Yue, do you want me to help you?"

"Yes," Qu Zi Yue raised his head, looking at Xiao Cheng with wet eyes: "I want it."

"OK, tell me if you feel uncomfortable." Xiao Cheng stepped back a little, sat on the edge of the bed, and wanted to roll him out for business.

But Qu Zi Yue rushed over again immediately, even more excessively buried his head between Xiao Cheng's neck, his wet lips rubbed against the sensitive neck skin from time to time, making Xiao Cheng shudder.

Hug it, just hug it, Xiao Cheng thought, it feels more like hugging, and it will be over soon.

He stroked Quzi Echi's back twice, put one hand on his waist, and stretched the other hand along the hem of the bathrobe.

……

When Qu Ziyue woke up, he was in Xiao Cheng's house, the guest bedroom, the room where he slept before, the black cat nestled at the foot of the bed, curled up in a circle.

My head hurts, I have no strength, and I can't even squeeze my fists tightly.

Then, he slowly recalled how he came to Xiao Cheng's house, the awkwardness and unhappiness between him and Xiao Cheng a few days ago, the anger at each other at the banquet, Zhang Yongcheng's lies, the glass of strong wine with drugs, the cold water in the bathroom .

And... Xiao Cheng who helped him masturbate.

The more Qu Zi remembered everything, she suddenly turned over and covered herself with a quilt: "Ah——"

Let's resign, the more I think about it, I will go to the company to pack my things right away.

Or just pretend you don't remember anything?

"Qu Ziyue," Xiao Cheng's voice came from outside the door, and he knocked on the door lightly twice: "Are you awake?"

He must have heard his scream just now, and now he can't pretend that he doesn't remember anything.

No matter how flustered his head was, he still lifted the quilt and prepared to open the door for Xiao Cheng. When he got up, he realized that the pajamas he was still wearing were the one Xiao Cheng wore for him last time, and the trousers covered his insteps.

But it's in neutral.

Also, the president should not have underwear of this size.

He opened the door, then smiled calmly and said, "Good morning, President."

Xiao Cheng looked at Qu Ziyue's expression of smiling uglier than crying, he couldn't help laughing, walked straight into the room, and nodded his chin: "Come here, sit down."

It's over, it's time to settle the bill.

Qu Ziyue sat on the edge of the bed, very upright.

Xiao Cheng squatted in front of him, and said very calmly: "Xiao Yue, last night it was Zhang Yongcheng who gave you alcohol and drugs. I have already called the police, and there is surveillance from the hotel. There are drug residues and your two fingerprints on the wine glass."

The more Qu Zi didn't understand what Xiao Cheng meant.

"Yu Gong," Xiao Cheng stared into Qu Ziyue's eyes, and said, "the police will punish him, but Yu privately, I will settle a score with him and avenge you."

Xiao Cheng became more stupefied watching the song, and smiled again, thinking that he would look gentler: "Are you worried that I will be angry because you rubbed against me carelessly last night and asked me to help you masturbate?"

Qu Ziyue still didn't speak, but his back just relaxed a little.

Xiao Cheng: "Don't worry, just treat yourself as sick and I'll just take care of you, okay?"

"Okay." Qu Zi Yue said.

After finishing speaking, I felt that the president had said so much, and it seemed impolite for me to say yes, so I added: "Then next time you are sick, I will take care of you."