The days of being spoiled by a fierce boss

Cheng Qingfang really didn't expect that Zhuang Ze would dare to show his temper in front of him like this.

At first, he thought that Zhuang Ze went to the bathroom, but after waiting for half an hour, no one came. Then he was sure that Zhuang Ze really left him and left.

In the past, he sent someone to dismiss such an ignorant little lover, but this time, he didn't know what kind of evil he was, and he was able to sit on the sofa calmly and wait for someone.

"Stop." His voice was cold.

Zhuang Ze hesitated for a moment, but finally stopped.

Cheng Qingfang walked up to him in a few steps and sniffed his neck.

Fortunately, there is no smell of alcohol, and I didn't go to the bar to mess around.

"Where have you been?"

"I was upset, so I went around the square twice." Zhuang Ze lowered his eyelids and said indifferently.

Cheng Qing felt relieved, grabbed his wrist and twisted it backwards, Zhuang Ze snorted, and was pressed against the wall with his face.

"Zhuang Ze, don't think that you can be lawless if I indulge you. To tell you the truth, I am not willing to use any means against you. If I—"

With a "crash", the thing in Zhuang Ze's hand fell to the ground.

Cheng Qing lowered his head and looked, a box fell out of the gift bag and rolled on the ground, the box was opened, and a leather belt was lying quietly on the ground, with a tag hanging on the shiny belt head.

"What is this?" he asked suspiciously.

The twisted wrist hurts a lot, Zhuang Ze gritted his teeth: "The violin is in return, but now I regret it, and I will throw it into the trash can later."

Cheng Qingfang was surprised and delighted, and let go of his hand: "You said it earlier, did it hurt you? Come and let me rub it for you."

Zhuang Ze turned around and leaned his back against the wall. There was a piercing pain on his wrist. He raised his wrist and looked at it. Sure enough, there was a layer of bruises on it.

"No need," he looked at Cheng Qingfang expressionlessly, "give me the things."

Cheng Qingfang bent down, Zhuang Ze gritted his teeth, kicked his ass hard, Cheng Qingfang was caught off guard, staggered several steps in a row, and finally stopped by propping up on the wall with one hand Looking back, Zhuang Ze stepped into the guest room and locked the door with a "click".

Cheng Qingfang rubbed his wrist, went back and picked up the belt, and wiped the dust on the belt with distress.

The belt is a brand specializing in luxury leather goods. It is elegant gray and cool black. The white line on the side is clear and neat. With a silver frosted metal belt head, it is in line with Zhuangze's aesthetics.

After holding back the anger all night, it leaked out bit by bit.

Cheng Qingfang leaned against the door of the guest room, and said slowly: "Zhuang Ze, do you come out by yourself, or let me catch you? Choose one yourself."

In the end, Zhuang Ze was of course caught.

There are keys to the room doors of the guest rooms, which are stored in the study. Cheng Qing put a phone call, and Anman told them everything in detail, and the small labels of each room had been thoughtfully pasted on it.

In terms of strength, Zhuang Ze would not be Cheng Qingfang's opponent if he didn't make a surprise attack, and was soon dragged to the bed in the bedroom.

Cheng Qingfang kissed his bruised wrist, feeling regretful in his heart.

Didn't Zhuang Ze just leave him and go out for a walk?As for being so cruel to people?

Thinking about it carefully, what he said during the meal just now may have pierced Zhuang Ze's lungs. After all, Jian Zheng and the others knew Zhuang Ze in the first year of high school. That may have been the loneliest time for Zhuang Ze. It's pure; if someone said that about the relationship between him and Gu Yuxing, he might turn his face against him.

"Does it hurt?" he asked in a low voice.

"It hurts, it's also given by you, Mr. Cheng. Others are not lucky enough to feel it." Zhuang Ze raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it?"

This mouth will piss people off sooner or later.

Cheng Qingfang simply blocked the two lips.

That night, Cheng Qingfang was very gentle, and Zhuang Ze felt as if he was lying on a soft white sand beach, letting the waves wash over him again and again, but he couldn't find the exit to go surfing.

Cheng Qingfang tortured him with tenderness over and over again, and in the end, he could only succumb to his desire and surrender.

The first wave of cold air this year came soon, and Jihai City dropped ten degrees overnight.

The relationship between Zhuang Ze and Cheng Qingfang is also like this weather, hot and cold.

After that night, Zhuang Ze found two opportunities and did it quietly. One time, the two of them made an appointment to watch a blockbuster movie. Cheng Qingfang went to another movie theater next time; one time the two went to eat together, Anman booked a western restaurant in advance as required, Zhuang Ze changed his mind temporarily, and had to go to a Thai restaurant with thirty or forty tables lined up, Cheng Qingfang He didn't like the smell of curry, and he didn't like waiting for a table, so he went to have a meal by himself.

Zhuang Ze didn't dare to be too blatant. After finishing the work, he would find a way for each other before Cheng Qingfang had a complete attack. After doing this twice, he felt that Cheng Qingfang couldn't bear it for long. There are so many beautiful and obedient men in the world, why should Cheng Qingfang feel wronged?

Obviously, after the awkwardness of Thai food, although the two reconciled as before, Cheng Qingfang didn't come back for a few days. He tentatively asked a question on WeChat, and Cheng Qingfang replied with a few numbers: I'm in Beichen, the head office is a little matter.

After staring at the news from two days ago, Zhuang Ze slowly called up the financial gossip on Weibo. On the headline was a news with rich pictures and text: Cheng Qingfang, the chairman of Chengqing Group, mysteriously appeared in " The crew of "Flying to the Sky and Escaping the Earth".

In several photos, Cheng Qingfang was always accompanied by a handsome and sunny boy.

Zhuang Ze searched, and the traffic star who was born in the draft is just in his early twenties this year, and his name is Han Feilin.

He closed the page, leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.

The phone vibrated, Zhuang Ze picked it up and looked, it really said Cao Cao Cao Cao would be there.

In the dialog box, Cheng Qingfang sent a positioning message.

[I'm back and have dinner here tonight. ]

Zhuang Ze wanted to ignore this message, but when he thought of the consequences of being punished by Cheng Qingfang for not replying to the message last time, he was still a little apprehensive.

[OK, I'll come over later. ]

Hidden next to a city park, this private club is inconspicuous. It adopts a membership system, and you have to check your identity when you drive into the gate.

Zhuang Ze drove along a small road for 1 minute before arriving at the club's parking lot. When he reached the gate, he sent Cheng Qingfang a message: I'm here.

After a while, a young man came out, about 25 and six, with a pair of peach eyes, looked him up and down, and greeted cheerfully: "Zhuang Ze, I'm looking forward to you, look at you, No wonder Brother Cheng likes it so much. My name is Jiang Yuning, Brother Cheng will be here in a while, come on, you go inside and play for a while."

Zhuang Ze was stunned for a moment: "Today is..."

"It's my birthday." Jiang Yuning came to embrace his shoulder familiarly, "My friends, let's have a party and get together."

Zhuang Ze stepped aside unobtrusively, just avoiding Jiang Yuning's hand: "He didn't tell me that I didn't even prepare a gift, which is really rude."

"What's the relationship between me and Brother Cheng? We don't have so many etiquettes. Let's go in."

The club was occupied by Jiang Yuning, and it was very lively inside. There were dozens of people, men and women, among whom Zhuang Ze recognized a few at a glance, they were well-known Internet celebrities and celebrities.

Jiang Yuning took Zhuang Ze over to introduce a few friends, and another friend came, and he greeted him with a word of "self", Zhuang Ze just breathed a sigh of relief, and found a corner to sit down by himself.

He was a little annoyed.

The less people know about the relationship between Cheng Qingfang and him, the better. If he knew it was this kind of birthday party today, he would definitely not come to it.

Find a chance later and go first.

He took the sparkling wine brought by the waiter, and was about to take a sip when someone walked up in front of him, stood still in front of him, and asked bluntly, "Are you Zhuang Ze?"

The man who came was about the same height as Zhuang Ze, around 1.8 meters, with deep facial features, two earrings on his ears, and a stylish slim suit, which seemed to have a fashionable style that rushed to his face.

But Zhuang Ze searched in his mind, but found no memory of this person.

He has never forgotten the face of a person, and he is sure that he has never seen this person: "Who are you? Do I know you?"

"Li Yingli, the architect of M&N," the man said reservedly, "is Qingfang's friend."

"Hello." Zhuang Ze nodded perfunctorily, he was not interested in Cheng Qingfang's friends.

But Li Yingli didn't see his perfunctory, looked him up and down, and said slowly: "I didn't expect that Qingfang likes you now, and this taste changes really fast. In the first half of the year, I heard that he and several The star opened a beach party, and today he actually likes a handsome young man like you."

Zhuang Ze was stunned.

Li Yingli's words contained guns and sticks, with a sour taste rushing to his face.

A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and he suddenly remembered that he had seen the name Li Yingli before.

In order to get close to Cheng Qingfang, he used to study various reports of Cheng Qingfang. Among them was a gossip post on the financial version, which covered Cheng Qingfang's historical love history vaguely. Li Yingli's architectural designer.

So, is Li Yingli here to provoke and find fault?

The author has something to say: Tsk tsk, Mr. Cheng is in trouble.

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