Quick Pass: Green Tea Strategy

Ke Zhengqing just spoke calmly, and Lu Ziye, who was still in high school, got an opportunity to go to their company for an internship.

You know, this opportunity is hard to come by for many people.

At this moment, Lu Zicha felt that he was actually seduced by this man, and he thought to himself: "Ke Zhengqing is just a paper man, and he is still a ghost, Lu Zicha, Lu Zicha, you, the sea king who has seen countless people, can't be sincere! Think about it." Your yacht, your villa..."

When he turned around, his expression returned to the same god-level acting state as before: "Brother Qing, are you tired? It feels like you have worked so hard all day, and you have to work overtime. If it wasn't for filming this show, I didn't know you had to work so hard every day."

Lu Zicha had one thing in mind, but another in his mouth: Hehe, you worked hard?joke!

It's only the low-level people like him who have worked hard.

Ke Zhengqing obviously came to work at noon, and after eating a meal, he kept wandering, and then held a three-hour meeting, and then stayed to work overtime hypocritically. Accompany him, this unscrupulous boss, to work overtime!

So unscrupulous!

Ke Zhengqing didn't know that he was being complained by Lu Zicha in front of him. He was really tired today. He went to see a client in the morning and didn't rest at noon. After more than two hours, my back was sore.

But he didn't say anything, instead he looked at Lu Zicha: "Tired? In the future, if you don't understand something, don't hesitate to ask me, don't just ask me to help you."

"I'm afraid it will affect your work."

Ke Zhengqing thought to himself, if you don't ask for help, it will affect my work, but she still waved to Lu Zicha: "Come here."

"What are you doing?" Lu Zicha was puzzled, "I haven't washed the bowl yet, wait until I put the bowl in the dishwasher."

After a while, he finally tidied up the kitchen utensils and everything.

Seeing Ke Zhengqing staring at him secretly, Lu Zicha felt a little funny in his heart, so he simply walked over and looked at Ke Zhengqing with a little doubt: "What are you doing?"

"You sit here." Ke Zhengqing patted the seat beside him.

Did he set some kind of trap here?

Lu Zicha looked at the position Ke Zhengqing was pointing at and felt a little funny, but he sat down obediently.

This is not a magical world, Ke Zhengqing will not suddenly set up a magic circle to trap him, right?

Just when Lu Zicha wanted to see what Ke Zhengqing was going to do to him, he felt a warm touch from his back.

The broad palm touched Lu Zicha's back and thin waist, feeling the touch with thick heat, his body couldn't help shaking, only to hear Ke Zhengqing behind him say: "I'll give you a massage. "

Could this be the legendary "Ba Zong Massage"?

Lu Zicha, who has never experienced Ba Zong's massage, planned to enjoy it for a while in silence, but he soon regretted it.

Ke Zhengqing only pressed it twice, and Lu Zicha couldn't help crying: "Ahhh, don't, don't touch there... don't, let go, it hurts too much..."

In his own room, Lu Ziye, who felt that the house was not soundproof, had some misunderstandings: "Is my brother so open?"

However, the real Lu Zicha is now jumping three feet away, tears streaming down his face, afraid that Ke Zhengqing will approach him: "I can't wait for ordinary people to enjoy Mr. Ba's massage, so I beg you to let me go."

Ke Zhengqing's hand was so strong that he almost pushed him out of this beautiful world.

Is this the "violent" mode of sickness?

Sure enough, seeing Lu Zicha's evasive look, Ke Zhengqing actually showed a smile, making Lu Zicha succeed in becoming angry, and his whole body was like a burning flame: "You definitely did it on purpose just now!"

"I'm not." Ke Zhengqing refused to admit it.

Lu Zicha didn't bother to refute him, and sat on the edge of the sofa listlessly: "Brother Qing, you know how to bully me. Is it because I'm too stupid and don't know how to get along with my brother that you deliberately teased me?"

Who knew that at this moment, Ke Zhengqing snorted coldly: "You don't know how to get along with others? I don't think you have many good brothers?"

Hearing this, Lu Zicha didn't panic, his eye sockets were a little red again, although there were no tears in his eye sockets, but his black and white eyes were shining brightly, which made people feel distressed: "Brother Qing, you still Are you mad at me for meeting Tan Ling?"

Seeing Ke Zhengqing's silence, Lu Zicha understood that it was time for him to explain. He gently rubbed the corner of his clothes with his fingers, and bit his lips: "Did I cause a misunderstanding between you two? I'm sorry, Brother Qing, I'm talking to Brother Tanling today." I met because I really wanted to know about my brother. My parents passed away early, and I have no friends around me. Now I only... Only Brother Qing treats me the best."

Seeing that Ke Zhengqing's cold expression was a little loose, Lu Zicha finally lowered his head, and his voice was also low: "I'm sorry, Brother Qing, it's all because I want to know everything about you too much. It's because I'm too greedy. If Tan Ling misunderstood If it's gone, go find him, I'm fine."

Looking at his pitiful appearance, Ke Zhengqing did not expect that Lu Zicha would meet Tan Ling today because of this reason.

No matter how sincere or false Lu Zicha's words were, there was a different feeling in Ke Zhengqing's heart.

In the past, he would notice Lu Zicha just because he knew that Tan Ling liked him.

With just a simple sentence, he can make Lu Zicha, a small [-]th-line artist, have nothing, and step by step go down in front of Tan Ling.

He wants to take revenge on Tan Ling and make Tan Ling lose his love—this is just one of his punishments.

Therefore, Luzi tea must be removed.

But since when did everything change?

Was it when Lu Zicha staggered down the corridor after escaping from the well-designed drinking party, looked at him with his bright eyes, and called him softly: "Mr. Ke"?

Ke Zhengqing didn't know, and he had no time to think about it.

He never thought that one day he, the weaver of the net, would fall into the net woven by others unsuspectingly and enjoy it.

All he knew was that the current Lu Zicha—this person wanted to know everything about him.

"What... do you want to know?" Ke Zhengqing gently grabbed the slender wrist of the person in front of him, remembering the bruises he had made on it before, this time his movements were very light, "As long as you want to know, I will I can tell you. But, you can only ask me, understand?"