The days of being spoiled by a fierce boss

Cheng Qingfang sat in the car and checked the time, 25 minutes had passed.

Inexplicable anger hovered in his chest, and he couldn't find an outlet for a while.

He made up his mind to let Zhuang Ze hang out for three or four days. He originally thought that Zhuang Ze would come to his door soon, but he didn't expect that this little guy was evil, and he didn't even make a move. In the end, he took the initiative to call Zhuang Ze. phone.

I haven't seen him in the past few days. He misses Zhuang Ze from time to time. Zhuang Ze is lucky. He is still so comfortable gathering with his colleagues, men and women, drinking and singing.

It has been 10 minutes since the 5 minutes he gave. From Anmi Technology to Ningda Apartment, it only takes 15 minutes even by taxi. His patience has never been much, and 5 minutes is already his limit.

Cheng Qingfang lit the car and was about to step on the accelerator when he suddenly saw someone running towards him from the opposite road. He stopped at the door of Ningda's apartment and looked around for a while, then he found his car and ran over quickly .

Through the car window, one could clearly see fine beads of sweat oozing from the tip of the young man's nose, his cheeks were a layer of scarlet from running, the collar of his shirt, which was always meticulous, was unbuttoned, and he looked panting. Look anxious.

This Zhuang Ze looks very real and lovely.

The suffocation in the chest was like a hole in the balloon, and it began to leak little by little.

However, you can't get used to it, you have to teach him a lesson.

Cheng Qing sat in the cab, motionless.

With two sounds of "Du Du", Zhuang Ze looked in through the glass window, and couldn't see clearly in the pitch black, so he knocked on the car window.

The car window came down slowly, and Cheng Qingfang glanced at him lightly: "I thought you were reluctant to come out, and you were about to leave."

"Halfway through the taxi ride, there was a traffic jam," Zhuang Ze explained, "I got off the bus and took the subway here, and then ran all the way from the subway station to here."

It seems that he knew he was wrong, that's why he came back in such a hurry.

Cheng Qingfang turned pale, then turned off the fire and pushed the door out: "Go, let's go up."

"Go up?" Zhuang Ze hesitated, "My friend should be at home now."

Cheng Qingfang walked forward on his own: "I want to sit up for a while."

Zhuang Ze was a little discouraged.

He left behind a group of colleagues and ran back in a hurry, not to chat and drink tea with Cheng Qingfang in the apartment, but he couldn't say anything, so he followed behind with a sullen face.

He didn't believe that Cheng Qingfang didn't want to, what kind of medicine did this guy sell in his gourd?

The elevator arrived soon, Zhuang Ze just walked out and turned back: "I went to the wrong floor, I'm on the 21th floor, this is [-]."

Cheng Qingfang grabbed him and said, "That's right, it's the 21st floor."

The door of the opposite room was opened, and a capable woman in her thirties came out, and said respectfully: "Cheng Dong, the inside has been tidied up, you and Master Zhuang have a look, if there is anything wrong, I will do it."

Zhuang Ze was a little dazed, and was passively pulled in by Cheng Qingfang.

This is a one-story apartment of nearly [-] square meters. The soft furnishings are in line with his downstairs bedroom. White is used as the main color, which is very clean and simple.There is a large island-style kitchen, a master bedroom suite of nearly a hundred square meters, a study room, a guest bedroom, and even a dedicated gym and audio-visual room.

Zhuang Ze had seen the world, but he was still shocked: "You... what are you doing?"

"I'm tired of living in the hotel. It just so happens that there is a new house here that I bought before it was sold," Cheng Qingfang said lightly, "Aren't you worried about your good friend? Upstairs and downstairs, you can rest assured now. Just let him call you for anything."

"Just because of this you bought a house?" Zhuang Ze was speechless.

This is in Jihai City, where every inch of land is expensive. Cheng Qingfang's buying a house is the same as buying cabbage in a vegetable market. The financial strength is evident. No wonder Zhuang Qi'an and Yu Changhao are in a hurry to get close to him when they see him.

Cheng Qingfang was in a good mood.

At this moment, Zhuang Ze's face was full of astonishment, and his entire facial features became vivid, especially those eyes that were wide open, as if flames lit up in his eyes, making people want to kiss him.

"I said, I won't treat you badly," he said casually, "If you like it in the future, this house can be changed to your name."

Zhuang Ze was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but sneered: "Cheng Dong, you are really rich, if every friend you are so generous with, wouldn't you be going bankrupt?"

Jealous.

Cheng Qingfang thought firmly.

With all his strength, Zhuang Ze was pulled in. Zhuang Ze was caught off guard and crashed into Cheng Qingfang's arms. Before Zhuang Ze could recover, his eyes felt hot and his eyelids were kissed.

Zhuang Ze was stunned for two seconds before he came back to his senses, his ears turned red all of a sudden, and he turned his head in a panic to see that the female secretary was standing at the door of the bedroom just now, with a calm expression, as if she hadn't seen anything.

"There is no one else, the previous ones were just for fun," Cheng Qing whispered into his ear, "Only you and I are sincere."

Zhuang Ze maintained his composure and pushed Cheng Qingfang away: "You...what are you doing...someone is here!"

Cheng Qingfang waved: "Come on, let me introduce you. This is my secretary, Ms. Amman. If you have any problems in the future, if I'm not here, you can go to her directly, and she will help you solve it."

Amman nodded in greeting, and politely handed over his business card: "Mr. Zhuang, hello. Please tell me if you have anything to do in the future."

Amman explained the facilities of the room in detail, and then left with interest.

As soon as the door closed, Cheng Qingfang gently pushed Zhuang Ze against the wall, and lowered his head to caress Zhuang Ze's earlobe and neck.

He finally discovered that Zhuang Ze was extremely sensitive.

Zhuang Ze couldn't help but snorted softly, even he himself blushed when he heard the sound, and hurriedly tried to avoid it: "Don't..."

But it was too late, the earlobe fell into the kiss and Zhuang Ze gasped...

Compared with the last few times, this time Cheng Qingfang's skills were even more superb, and he kept holding back. In the end, Zhuang Ze's eyes were forced to water, and he looked very well-behaved and pitiful. Cheng Qingfang Only then did he let him go.

When he went to take a shower, Zhuang Ze saw kiss marks and bite marks on his neck and collarbone.

His confused mind suddenly came to his senses. Annoyed, he rubbed the towel vigorously in an attempt to wash off these imprints. However, the skin was almost scratched, and a large erythema formed, and those hickey marks became even worse. Obvious.

That's why dogs bite people like this, right?

He gave up and stared blankly at himself in the mirror.The fair skin is dotted with red marks, very ambiguous; the corners of the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes still have some passion from just now, and the brows and eyes are full of spring; the shoulders and waist form a beautiful inverted triangle, and the bruises that were pinched by Cheng Qingfang just now are faintly visible...

A feeling like an electric shock came over me.

He hurriedly put on his bathrobe.

Sex deficiency is really a terrible poison. It is addictive, especially after he has been so abstinent for more than 20 years.

That night, Zhuang Ze didn't sleep very well, Cheng Qingfang kept hugging him domineeringly, making his chest hard to breathe, and woke up early in the morning.

After removing the hand that was pressing on his chest, Zhuang Ze was about to get up when Cheng Qingfang opened his eyes, pulled him into his arms, and asked hoarsely, "Where are you going?"

Zhuang Ze clearly felt the changes in him: "Don't make trouble, I have to go to work."

"What class are you going to..." Cheng Qingfang didn't want to let go, this body has both the innocence of the unknown and the seductiveness without knowing it, which fascinated him a little.

If this messes up, Zhuang Ze really doesn't have to go to work.

He hastily pushed Cheng Qing to let it go, and got off the bed like a fly: "I have something to do today, and I have to go downstairs to get some materials. You can sleep for a while."

Finally getting rid of Cheng Qingfang's entanglement, Zhuang Ze quickly washed up and went downstairs.

It was only past six o'clock, and Lu Chengan was probably still sleeping in. Zhuang Ze tiptoed open the door and was startled.

The living room was in a mess, the sofas had been moved to one side, the treadmill that was originally in the corner had been moved to the middle, and the fill light boards were still being pushed on the ground.

Zhuang Ze got a headache.

He likes cleanliness, has a slight obsession with cleanliness, and hates such a messy scene. In this apartment, Lu Chengan and Jian Zheng's room can do whatever they want, but he always keeps the public places like the living room and kitchen spotless. And don't let them make a mess.

Walking over to look again, Lu Chengan's tall figure was curled up on the sofa, sleeping soundly, with his mouth slightly open, snoring slightly, looking a little cute.

The annoyance at first sight of the chaos in the living room was dispelled by this silly look.

Forget it, don't bother Lu Chengan.

He was about to go to his bedroom when Lu Chengan's calf twitched and he woke up suddenly, his blank eyes fell on Zhuang Ze: "Zhuangzi, you are back...ah!"

He jumped up suddenly, and hurriedly tidied up the messy things: "I thought you weren't coming back. Yesterday I made the live broadcast too late, so I didn't tidy up... Don't be angry, I'll tidy up right away!"

"Stop it," Zhuang Ze stopped him, "Sleep with you, I'll get some materials, and I'll leave right away."

"That's it." Lu Chengan scratched his head and raised his hand to swear, "Don't worry, this place will be spotless before you come back at night, otherwise you will beat me up."

Maybe it was God's hint that he should live with Cheng Qingfang and enjoy this taboo that temporarily deviated from the track of his life.

Zhuang Ze patted Lu Cheng'an on the shoulder: "No need, you just started your live broadcast business, and it was too troublesome to collect and collect. I moved upstairs for a while, and a friend bought a house here. convenient."

"So good?" Lu Chengan looked surprised, "Which friend?"

"Don't worry about it, take care of your live broadcast. If you are still in such a mess when I come back, believe it or not, I will throw all your things into the trash can?" Zhuang Ze pointed at these things on the ground. Disgusted face.

"Don't worry, I've been in such a mess while debugging the equipment for the past two days," Lu Chengan quickly explained, "It will be all right in a few days."

"You have to be careful, don't stay up late, be careful not to spend your money if you make money." Zhuang Ze said harshly.

"You boy, can't you say something nice?" Lu Chengan punched him.

Life seemed to be going a little better.

Zhuang Ze was transferred from the customer service department to the R&D department and served as the deputy manager.After more than a year of honing in various grassroots levels of the company, he has a good understanding of customer needs and product processes, coupled with his original professional and technical reserves, he can handle the new position with ease.

Zhuang Qi'an discussed the "Anjia Project" with him several times, and felt that the direction was feasible, so he began to ask the R&D department to conduct preliminary research, and if it was suitable, design a concept machine first.

Living with Cheng Qingfang doesn't seem to be a bad feeling.

Cheng Qingfang is very busy and doesn't spend much time in the apartment, only three or four days a week. Usually, the apartment is very quiet. No one disturbs Zhuang Ze watching movies or reading. The hourly worker arranges dinner and hygiene properly. Occasionally, when the mood comes, Zhuang Ze can cook some of his favorite side dishes.

Of course, the most wonderful thing is the bed life where the two are getting more and more compatible.

Cheng Qingfang opened a window that had been closed for him, making him addicted to that feeling.

Just like now, the two had just had a tumultuous time, but Cheng Qingfang seemed insatiable, gnawing behind him, and he suddenly felt it again.

Of course, he was very restrained, he turned his head and glared at Cheng Qing: "Don't make trouble, go to sleep."

This glance was lazy after the fact, not only did not have the slightest deterrent effect, but it also made people's heart itch more and more.

Cheng Qingfang approached him with a smile, and squeezed his earlobe deliberately: "Tsk, it's red again, don't you really want to?"

Zhuang Ze couldn't control his body's natural reaction, his breathing became a little short, and his self-control tended to surrender.

The phone rang abruptly.

This ringtone is very special, it is a piece of violin music that was recorded, and it was played intermittently, Cheng Qingfang listened to it for a few seconds before realizing that it was Carmen. Sitting up in his arms, he hastily picked up the phone on the bedside table.

Shhing Cheng Qing, Zhuang Ze picked up the phone, took two deep breaths, and adjusted his breathing.

"Zhuangzi," came a carefree voice from the receiver, "I'm back, but I'm suffocated to death, are you free? Come out and eat a crayfish."

The author has something to say: Cheng Dong is still immersed in his own fantasy, which makes people unable to bear to puncture its beauty [狗头保健.jpg]

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