The days of being spoiled by a fierce boss

Cheng Qingfang finally understood that Zhuang Ze's fever had really subsided, and he spoke so meanly.

Forget it, don't bother with him, for the sake of his illness.

Coax it.

"Okay, okay, can't I be wrong? I shouldn't have looked up your past behind your back," he readily admitted his mistake, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Well, let me make up for this mistake, or I'll clean up the village for you. Zhen and Pei Junyi, do you want them to lose their limbs or go to jail?"

Zhuang Ze's eyes widened: "What did you say?"

"It's easy to cut off a hand and a foot. Just let someone put a sack on them and beat them up. I'll be careful not to kill anyone," Cheng Qingfang said lightly. time."

Zhuang Ze finally came back to his senses, and hurriedly stopped him: "I'll take care of my own affairs, don't meddle in it!"

Cheng Qingfang frowned: "Isn't your business my business?"

"Can you solve my life's affairs for me?" Zhuang Ze blurted out.

Cheng Qing was taken aback for a moment, and a smile could not help showing on the corner of his mouth.

Look, did you speak your mind?This is to ask him for a promise.

After all, he was still young and couldn't hide his words.

It's a pity that this kind of thing is really uncertain. Although Zhuang Ze is very much in his mind now, it is a bit long to talk about a lifetime.

He couldn't bear to let Zhuang Ze down, so he said ambiguously: "You still have to make progress, how about this, I promise you, no matter what happens to us in the future, if you have anything you want from me, I will try my best to solve it for you."

Zhuang Ze was stunned, and laughed, "Cheng Qingfang, you are so generous, what should you do if the next one gets jealous and loses his temper?"

Cheng Qingfang didn't take it seriously: "I would like that kind of stingy person? Stop worrying."

Zhuang Ze was a little powerless, the two of them seemed to be chatting on a different channel: "Forget it, I won't talk to you, all in all, those two people don't need you to deal with, I like to do it by myself."

Cheng Qingfang reluctantly agreed: "Okay, as long as you like it, let me help you. Are you hungry? I have prepared porridge for you."

His stomach growled in response to the occasion, and Zhuang Ze nodded.

With a bowl of porridge and a few side dishes, Zhuang Ze drank a large bowl in one go. Then he saw that Cheng Qingfang was already leaning on the bed and yawning, but he refused to go to bed by himself, preventing Zhuang Ze from packing up. , Cleaned up the dishes before returning to bed.

"Sleeping, please take a day off tomorrow and rest for a day." Cheng Qingfang turned off the light.

"Need not."

"Then I'll call Zhuang Qi'an myself?" Cheng Qingfang asked displeased.

Zhuang Ze couldn't help it, glared at him, and said mockingly: "Okay, you are amazing, you have the final say."

Cheng Qingfang's heart shuddered at this glance. At this moment, Zhuang Ze's face was pale and his eyes were a little sluggish, but there was a kind of weakness that was rarely seen before, which gave people the illusion that Zhuang Ze was an obedient sick beauty.

"Be good, your body is your capital, take good care of it, and you will be able to fight with your second brother." While coaxing, he leaned over and kissed Zhuang Ze on the cheek.

Zhuang Ze sensed his meaning all of a sudden, and his body froze: "I want to sleep."

Cheng Qingfang withdrew his hand regretfully, indeed, Zhuang Ze's illness is just right, so he can't mess around: "Okay, go to sleep."

The two of them lay on both sides of the bed. After a while, Cheng Qingfang's even breathing sounded.

Zhuang Ze didn't feel sleepy at all.It may be that he slept too much just now, or it may be that it is difficult to calm down after the memory is uncovered. As soon as he closes his eyes, the past things will emerge in his mind.

After counting hundreds of sheep and tossing and turning for a while, he quietly sat up and planned to take a walk in the living room.

Before he got out of bed, his arms were pulled, and he fell backwards into Cheng Qingfang's arms.

"Where are you going?" Cheng Qingfang asked in a sleepy voice.

"Can't sleep, don't disturb you."

"Still thinking wildly?" Cheng Qingfang said helplessly, "I'll hold you, don't be afraid, with me here, no one can bully you."

Zhuang Ze didn't speak.

Cheng Qing put it next to his ear and whispered: "Baby, you care so much, it means that you haven't gotten out of those things before. Let me teach you a way. Some things, the more you want to avoid them, the more they will haunt you. Put it. Come on, describe those terrible things one by one, and then tell you at that time what you should do, so that when you think of it next time, those things will be nothing to worry about."

This suggestion is a bit tempting, but Zhuang Ze doesn't quite believe it: "Really?"

"Of course, a friend of mine who studies psychology told me." Cheng Qingfang replied very firmly.

"I see, go to sleep." Zhuang Ze replied coldly, lying there without moving.

About half an hour later, Cheng Qingfang, who was struggling to sleep, got up quietly and saw: the people around him had fallen asleep, and their breathing was even and long.

He must have been fighting a previous nightmare in his head just now.

Cheng Qingfang supported his head with one arm, admiring Zhuang Ze's sleeping face.

Different from the appearance when he was sick just now, Zhuang Ze at this moment is not talking nonsense, and his expression is calm, like an obedient puppy leaning against his chest.

It would be great if he always had this cute appearance.

Cheng Qingfang felt a little regretful, and couldn't help touching Zhuang Ze's hair that was deformed due to sleeping.

The small flat head is already a little longer, and the prickly feeling is a little softer, and it feels very comfortable to the touch.

Zhuang Ze fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up.

Cheng Qing put his finger on the tip of his nose and pinched it slightly: "Little heartless, you slept soundly, what should I do?"

Of course Zhuang Ze didn't answer.

Cheng Qingfang looked down, and suddenly settled on Zhuang Ze's lips.

Zhuang Ze's thin lips are usually slightly pursed habitually, but now they are relaxed and slightly open, looking very soft and harmless, the lips are a light flesh red, and there is a slight layer of luster. It looked surprisingly alluring.

The two have had countless intimate physical relationships, but they have never kissed.

Wonder what the lips taste like?

A thought suddenly flashed through Cheng Qingfang's mind, and his body reacted almost immediately.

Cheng Qingfang lay down in embarrassment and took a deep breath for a few seconds.

Zhuang Ze seemed to have noticed something, and unconsciously leaned back.

Cheng Qingfang quickly hugged him, patted him twice, and sighed resignedly in his heart: Hey, hold on, who made me hurt him?

It was the first time that the two of them didn't have sex. Ai hugged each other and slept like this, and they both slept soundly.

At eight o'clock, Zhuang Ze woke up first, and Cheng Qingfang was still asleep. He quietly moved the arms around his chest away, and sat on the bedside to meditate for a while.

I don't know if it's because he recovered from his illness, or if the method Cheng Qingfang taught him is really effective. Not only did he sleep soundly last night, but he doesn't seem to be in a bad mood today.

He left the room, called his assistant Xiaolou, and arranged things for today.

Xiaolou agreed one by one, and finally asked hesitantly: "Manager Zhuang, which group does the new Pei Junyi arrange for him to go to? Or just leave him alone?"

It's amazing, last night, he forced himself to describe the most despicable appearance of this person in detail, and he also traveled to the past in his mind, and beat Pei Junyi from head to toe. I really didn't have the feeling of near collapse yesterday.

Since Pei Junyi dared to come, what did he have to be afraid of?

If he dared to use any crooked brains, he would be sued.

Zhuang Ze thought for a while: "Let him go to the design team. Isn't his resume boasting a lot? Let him come up with some real materials, and don't just white-collar the company's high salary."

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Ze pondered for a moment, ran through his mind about what to do next, took out the memo on his mobile phone, and recorded the things to beware of in the face of Zhuang Zhen and Pei Junyi's provocation this time.

Just as he was getting involved, there were two beeps on the wall. He looked up, and Cheng Qingfang looked at him displeasedly: "I want you to rest, not to let you continue working at home."

Zhuang Ze put down his phone and rubbed his eyes: "I'm all well."

Cheng Qingfang glanced at it, and his face became a little unsightly, and he went to wash up without saying a word: "Then think about it carefully, is there anything else you can do."

Zhuang Ze was puzzled.

Early in the morning, why are you losing your temper?

He looked around, his eyes fell on the exquisite packing box on the ground, and he finally realized that the gift delivered yesterday hadn't been opened yet, so Cheng Qingfang was angry?

What a hassle.

Open the box, inside is a wooden box carved with rose patterns, fine workmanship, exuding a light wooden fragrance.

Zhuang Ze took a deep breath and opened the box.

A violin lay quietly in the box, the reddish-brown body of the violin exuded a warm light.The texture of the fish scale spruce panel is dense and even, and the paint surface is delicate and soft, which looks like a peerless classical beauty.

Zhuang Ze couldn't help picking it up, carefully studied it twice, and then rubbed the bow with rosin to test the sound.

I haven't touched it for so many years, but the instinct of my fingers is still there, and I can still pull out a few familiar melodies.

Cheng Qingfang heard the music, walked out of the bathroom, and looked at Zhuang Ze fixedly.

The soft and melodious music erased Zhuang Ze's indifference that was originally carved in his bones. Both his eyes and movements became gentler, and he seemed to be an elegant and luxurious little prince with his gestures.

Cheng Qingfang had never seen Zhuang Ze like this.

His eyes became hotter and hotter.

After trying for a long time, Zhuang Ze finally played the simplest song "Little Xing Xing" at random. The "Duo" at the end was out of tune. He tried a few times before he found it, and couldn't help laughing: "It's been a long time since I played the piano. I almost forgot about it. The sound of this violin is really good, very penetrating, if it is wasted in my hands, you should give it to someone else."

"It's fine to just play around casually," Cheng Qingfang smiled casually, "It's not that I want you to be a violinist."

Zhuang Ze couldn't help being speechless.

When he was learning the piano before, he had studied the violin and knew the grade of the violin. This one was estimated to be at least six or seven figures, and it became a casual display in Cheng Qingfang's mouth.

The things Cheng Qingfang gave must not be returned, so Zhuang Ze had no choice but to agree: "Okay, then I'll just play around."

"You have learned the violin before and joined the school band of No. [-] Middle School. Why didn't you suddenly stop playing the violin?" Cheng Qing sat down beside him and asked casually.

Zhuang Ze's eyes froze for a moment, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He can learn the violin because of Jian Zheng.

The two met in the first year of high school. Jian Zheng could play the violin, which captivated a lot of school girls. Jian Zheng was very proud and encouraged him to practice with Lu Chengan.Lu Chengan swung his bow twice, almost broke it, and gave up directly; but he persisted, and finally drew better than Jian Zheng, and the two joined the school band together.

Unfortunately, something happened to Jian Zheng's family and he gave up the violin, so he naturally stopped playing.

"Don't worry about studying in the third year of high school." He made up a reason lightly, "Why did you suddenly send me this?"

Cheng Qingfang looked at the smile at the corner of his mouth, and said distractedly, "I think you still like it very much, so I just bought one."

Zhuang Ze was taken aback.

I can't say whether I like it or not, it was just to accompany Jian Zheng at that time.

"Why do you say that?" He asked puzzled.

"The last time I heard the ringtone of your cell phone was a violin piece played by myself," Cheng Qingfang was a little proud of his meticulous observation skills, "That crunchy one wasn't very good. This time I have a new violin, so I recorded a good one."

The smile on the corner of Zhuang Ze's mouth froze, and he changed the subject vaguely: "I'll wait until I'm free. I'll put the piano away first..."

He turned his head and wanted to put the violin away, but he didn't notice that Cheng Qingfang approached him, his warm lips brushed past him while breathing interlacedly.

Both were stunned.

The author has something to say: la la la, wait for the day when Cheng Dong is devastated, let's give some sweetness first.