The days of being spoiled by a fierce boss

Zhuang Ze originally thought he would suffer from insomnia, but unexpectedly, he fell into a deep sleep in the end, and when he was woken up by his body's biological clock, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.He lay on the bed and thought for two seconds before waking up. Today is Saturday and he doesn't have to go to work, and this is not his apartment.

Cheng Qingfang was already awake, with his head propped on one arm, staring at him with interest.

Zhuang Ze felt a little unnatural.

Since he was sensible, he had never woken up from bed in such an intimate position with anyone.

He stepped aside without any trace: "Do you have any clothes? You tore my clothes to pieces."

"There are several new sets in the cabinet, you can pick one out and deal with it first, and we will go to the street to buy later." Cheng Qingfang said generously.

Cheng Qingfang was half a head taller than Zhuang Ze, and his shirt was obviously a size too big. Zhuang Ze finally found one he could wear, and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, barely looking so out of place.

After breakfast, the two drove to the Golden Crown Center.

Golden Crown Center is located on the bank of Dongpu River, with one main building and two auxiliary buildings.

Different from the high-rise buildings next to it, the Golden Crown Center is only four stories high, and it has generously designed gardens, squares, fountains, and promenades along the river for tourists to rest... In this Jihai City where every inch of land is expensive Expensive and unique.

The iconic statue in the center of the square is an abstract golden rooster surrounded by some strange geometric figures, highlighting its noble status.

The entire floor is a luxury center, Zhuang Ze went to the stores he frequented with ease, picked out a few sets of clothes and entered the fitting room.

After a while, Zhuang Ze came out from inside. He wore a light gray cotton linen slim-fit half-sleeve shirt, paired with a pair of cropped dark trousers, revealing a flesh-colored ankle. Coupled with his fair skin and delicate facial features, his temperament was simply It's no different from the male models in the show.

The sales lady was amazed: "Mr. Zhuang, you look so good in this outfit, you have a very temperament, and the size is the same as the tailoring, which is perfect. I have two more suits that are very suitable for you. Do you want to try them together? ?”

Zhuang Ze nodded: "Wrap up this set first."

Cheng Qingfang always felt that something was not right, and he didn't realize it until Zhuang Ze finished trying on the third set of clothes. Why didn't Zhuang Ze ask his opinion after trying on the clothes?Co-authoring him is just a display?

He coughed lightly: "Ozawa?"

Zhuang Ze looked up at him: "Okay, wait for me for another 5 minutes, and I will finish paying."

"I'll come," Cheng Qingfang lost his face, "I've agreed and I'll send it to you."

"No need," Zhuang Ze took out the card and handed it to the salesman, "I can still afford a few clothes."

Cheng Qingfang's face darkened. The sales lady was holding the card in her hand, but she was sensitive to the pressure from the man opposite. She couldn't move forward, and asked with a smile, "This...is it the same for everyone..."

Cheng Qing got up and took the card out of the salesman's hand, and replaced it with his own black card.

The sales lady's eyes were fixed, and she walked away with the black card.

"I won't feel sorry for the clothes you bought back." Cheng Qingfang moved close to Zhuang Ze's ear, and said ambiguously, "When the time comes, it will be ruined again. Wouldn't your money be wasted?"

In front of everyone, Zhuang Ze was shocked by his shameless flirting, and missed the opportunity to grab the order.

For Chinese food, Zhuang Ze chose a Japanese restaurant next to the Golden Crown Center. The sashimi and snail meat in this Japanese restaurant are particularly fresh, and Zhuang Ze likes it very much. Cheng Qingfang doesn't like raw food, so he ordered some grilled meat and fish.

After eating almost, Zhuang Ze got up and went to the bathroom.

The restroom in the store is small and quiet, and there is only one place for men. When Zhuang Ze came out, there was someone waiting outside. He leaned slightly and was about to walk over, but the man outside stopped and yelled in surprise: "Zhuang Ze ?”

The man's face was slightly backlit, Zhuang Ze stared at him twice before he recognized him, and his whole body stiffened instinctively.

"Don't you know me?" The disappointment in the man's eyes flashed, "Pei Junyi, I used to be in the class next to yours. We were in the same high school for a year. Then I went abroad. I just came back this year. I was still inquiring about you today, and I met you today, what a fate."

"It's you," Zhuang Ze replied lightly, "I only recognized you because of my memory. I'm sorry, my friend is waiting for me, so excuse me."

"Hey, don't go, which box are you in? I'll come over and catch up with you." Pei Junyi chased him out.

Zhuang Ze stopped in his tracks, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth: "Pei Junyi, what do you think the two of us can talk about? How did you tease me with Zhuang Zhen, or how did you blackmail me with my privacy? ? Do you think I'm a fool, and I can be played by you all my life? Don't worry about playing with others!"

Pei Junyi's face turned pale, and he stood still.

The sliding door opened, Cheng Qingfang poked his head out, frowned and looked at the two of them: "What happened?"

Zhuang Ze regained his composure, and quickly walked into the box, blocking Pei Junyi's sight from the sliding door, which made the feeling of goosebumps all over his body a little better.

"It's nothing, my former classmate." He was anxious to leave, "Have you finished eating? Pay the bill and leave."

Cheng Qingfang didn't move, and after a while he said slowly, "What's the rush? Take your time."

Zhuang Ze had no choice but to sit down on his seat and absently picked up the remaining rice in the bowl. He wanted to behave normally, but the thought of being in the same closed space with Pei Junyi made him feel sick. Panic, I can't eat anything.

"What's wrong with you?" Cheng Qingfang sat opposite, and finally couldn't help it.Zhuang Ze has been out of his mind since he came in, who is that man outside?

"It's nothing, the dessert is delicious." Zhuang Ze answered irrelevantly, digging a spoonful of matcha pudding from the shop.

Cheng Qingfang was dissatisfied with this answer, but he didn't want to show too much concern, so he asked casually, "Why, is that person your first love?"

Zhuang Ze didn't have time to swallow a mouthful of pudding, and almost choked into his trachea, coughing violently.

It seems that there are really ghosts in my heart.

First love, reunion after a long absence, dry fire, resurgence of old love.

The little guy won't give him a cuckold, right?

Several thoughts flashed through Cheng Qingfang's mind, and his face became gloomy.

"You...how did you figure it out?" Zhuang Ze sneered while coughing, "I can't fight with him at all. You are so good at writing, you can be a screenwriter."

Cheng Qingfang stared at him for a long while, his face softened slightly: "Come here."

Zhuang Ze was confused by him: "What are you doing?"

"Come here." Cheng Qingfang raised his voice, obviously a little displeased.

Zhuang Ze had no choice but to get up from the tatami and sat beside him: "What the hell..."

His voice paused, and Cheng Qingfang's fingers rubbed the corners of his mouth twice, wiping off the remaining pudding for him.

There was a strange intimacy in this movement, Zhuang Ze froze for two seconds, and the roots of his ears gradually turned red.

"It's fine to just say no, what are you doing with your hands..." He avoided it unnaturally, concealed it, picked up the small towel on the table, wiped his mouth, and quickly returned to his seat.

Cheng Qingfang was satisfied.

The little guy looks shy, which is quite interesting.

He is not so bold to talk about things like the resurgence of first love and old love. When he is free, he will check it out and find out what the man has to do with him.

The author has something to say: Brain supplementation is a disease that must be cured!