The days of being spoiled by a fierce boss

This is a very special bunch of bangs, with a little tan hidden in the black, and it would be hard to spot if it hadn't been exposed to light and shadow just now. The bangs are slightly curled and playfully separated from the straight hair next to it.

"Your bangs... so pretty... I like it so much."

"...the color is just right now...I like it...curly..."

A few murmured love words rang in his ears, and in an instant, it seemed to become a thunderbolt, smashing into Cheng Qingfang's mind.

His eardrums were buzzing, and a terrible thought came to him.

When Zhuang Ze was in love with him several times, he stroked his curly hair and said "I like it". Who is this "like" for?

"How is it? He's handsome, right?" Jian Zheng came over and asked quite proudly, "I was only a sophomore in high school at that time, and I've known Zhuang Ze for more than a year, and it's as good as wearing a pair of pants."

For the first time in his life, Cheng Qingfang's mind went blank, and it took him a long time to ask: "You... this hair..."

"Cool?" Jian Zheng pointed to the lock of curly hair, as if thinking of something funny, "I highlighted and dyed this lock of hair. When I permed my hair, I just permed my bangs, and Zhuang Ze came to arrest me." I left, and said that the dean will check the instrument the next day, and he did it the next day, and the dean took my hair and asked what happened, guess what Zhuang Ze said?"

Cheng Qingfang trembled slightly while holding the phone, and mechanically asked, "How do you say..."

"He said I have natural curly hair, and this bunch of yellow hair is malnourished." Jian Zheng was overjoyed, "That's plausible, the dean was fooled by him and left."

"He treats you...so...so kind." Cheng Qingfang murmured.

"Of course," Jian Zheng boasted, "Back then we could be said to be Meng Buke. He also played the violin when I played the violin. He also joined the school band when I didn't play. He stopped learning when I didn't play the violin. He also played the center forward." Just play guard..."

"Enough!" Cheng Qing let out a low drink with a livid face.

Jian Zheng was taken aback by him: "What are you doing! You're so nervous!"

Gu Yuxing was also stunned: "Qing Fang, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Qingfang took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but his trembling fingertips and pale face still revealed his secret.

He couldn't stay any longer.

"You two eat slowly, I have to leave first." He stood up abruptly, left a sentence stiffly, and strode out.

There were footsteps behind him, and Gu Yuxing chased him out: "Qing Fang, are you okay? Your face is ugly."

Cheng Qingfang shook his head, patted him on the shoulder, left the restaurant without saying a word.

Zhuang Ze, who was having a video conference in the office, his right eyelid twitched inexplicably, and suddenly felt restless.

He hurried back to the company. The video conference in the meeting room was in full swing. After being pulled out and used nearly a thousand times, the holographic projection screen appeared light spots, which affected the integrity of the imaging. Experts from Country M had a dispute, and An Jia needed to solve this technical error as soon as possible, but the experts firmly believed that there was no problem, it was their improper installation and use.

He listened for a while, and both sides communicated, asking them to investigate their possible problems, and finally brought the matter to an end.

Looking at the time, it was almost ten o'clock.

The supper was delivered, and the subordinates finally relaxed a little after a busy night, chatting and laughing and eating.

Pei Junyi walked up to Zhuang Ze and handed him a glass of milk: "Here, to help you sleep."

Zhuang Ze frowned: "I'm not a child, what kind of milk should I drink?"

"Didn't that Chairman Cheng teach you a lesson?" Pei Junyi smiled wryly, "You still don't sleep well now?"

Zhuang Ze thought for a while, and suddenly found that since he was with Cheng Qing, his problem of frequent insomnia in the middle of the night seemed to have mostly healed.At first I was not used to being hugged by Cheng Qingfang to sleep, but later I got used to being hugged, especially in winter, with such a strong and warm embrace, it can dispel many unnecessary thoughts.

"It's okay." He said while looking at his phone.

It's strange, Cheng Qingfang didn't come to urge him today.

"Drink some milk. It nourishes your stomach, helps you sleep, and is nutritious. You are too tired these days and need to supplement your nutrition," Pei Junyi said while laughing, "Look, I also ordered a cup myself. Single dogs can only drink it." Take care of yourself."

The colleagues were also happy: "Pei Gong, you are still single in this condition? The girls around you are too blind."

"Yes," Pei Junyi said with a calm expression, "I have someone in my heart, I dare not chase after him, so I have to be single."

Everyone laughed and asked Pei Junyi who his sweetheart was.

Zhuang Ze was not interested in gossip, so he drank all the remaining milk with his neck raised, and got up to say goodbye: "Everyone has worked hard today, go back and have a good rest, and continue tomorrow."

"Okay, goodbye Mr. Zhuang."

"Mr. Zhuang, you have worked hard too."

"Ozawa, I'll take you back." Pei Junyi hurriedly grabbed his backpack and chased him out.

The street at night is free from the scorching heat of the day, and there is a cool breeze. The parking lot is not far away, and it will arrive in a short while.

There are still a few sporadic cars parked in the open space, and Zhuang Ze's Jeep is very eye-catching.

Pei Junyi opened the back door for him: "Have you been drinking? I'll help you drive."

Zhuang Ze glanced at him: "No, I just drank some white water after eating."

"Then you take me for a ride, my house is not far from your apartment." Pei Junyi immediately turned around, and got into the back seat familiarly.

"Wait a minute," Zhuang Ze frowned, "Isn't your car over there?"

Pei Junyi stopped in embarrassment: "This...you know my car?" He suddenly recalled, surprised and delighted, "Are you still paying attention to me?"

"You're thinking too much," Zhuang Ze said expressionlessly, "The girls in the company have already uncovered everything about your origin, and they are eager to chase you."

Pei Junyi was a little disappointed, cheered up and said: "I'm not interested in them, my car... the car is out of gas, let's give you a ride."

Zhuang Ze closed the back door, sat in the driver's cab, and said calmly, "I'm sorry, the rear wheel of my car is out of air, and I can't carry you. Take a taxi and go back, and the fare company will reimburse you."

The car rushed forward suddenly, and in the rearview mirror, Pei Junyi stood there blankly, with a lost expression.

Without hesitation, Zhuang Ze stepped up the accelerator.

After getting along with each other these days, he believes that Pei Junyi has changed his past and sincerely regretted it. However, it is impossible to regain the heart-pounding enthusiasm he had for Pei Junyi when he was young.

Everything had disappeared in that scorching afternoon at the end of the second year of junior high school, together with the restless cicadas and ferocious ridicule.

Back at the apartment, the room was quiet, only the lamp in the study room was on, and the dim light came out from the door, which made people feel a little gloomy for no reason.

Zhuang Ze walked over and saw that Cheng Qing was sitting in front of the desk, his eyes fixed on the violin stand in front of the window.

Zhuang Ze was stunned for a moment, and asked suspiciously: "What's going on? Why are you sitting here alone?"

Cheng Qingfang looked over, his eyes were a little cold.

Zhuang Ze was a little confused by him.

After a long while, Cheng Qingfang stood up and walked to Zhuang Ze step by step.

"You're finally willing to come back." His voice was low, as if he was suppressing something.

Zhuang Ze frowned: "What do you mean by that? I told you that the company is in a hurry, and I said it as if I was fooling around outside."

Cheng Qingfang laughed softly, his eyes gradually became sharper: "Isn't it because you don't want to see me, that's why you hide outside on purpose and refuse to come back?"

Zhuang Ze was a little annoyed, he was already very tired, and he didn't want to quarrel with Cheng Qingfang: "Okay, you can think whatever you like."

He turned around and walked out, but his arm was grabbed all of a sudden, his body suddenly lost his balance, he staggered a few steps, and his back hit the wall.

Cheng Qingfang approached him and pressed his elbow on his chest and collar.

Zhuang Ze was shocked and angry.

These days, the two of them got along better and better, Cheng Qingfang hadn't controlled him so tyrannically for a long time.

"Cheng Qingfang, let go!" He glared.

Cheng Qingfang grabbed his hand and put it on his forehead, a few locks of hair fell from his forehead and passed Zhuang Ze's fingertips.

"Why, why don't you praise me today?" Cheng Qingfang laughed strangely, "Compliment how beautiful my curly yellow hair is?"

Zhuang Ze's heart trembled, and he instinctively avoided Cheng Qingfang's gaze: "What's there to brag about? I told you to cut your hair long ago, but you refused to..."

The jaw was pinched and forced to lift up.

"Zhuang Ze, you still want to lie to me?" Cheng Qingfang's voice was cold, his eyes fixed on Zhuang Ze's face, fearing that he might miss the slightest change. "You like these locks of my curly hair, who do you think I am?"

In an instant, a trace of panic flashed across Zhuang Ze's eyes.

"You... I don't understand what you're saying..." His voice softened unconsciously, "Cheng Qingfang, stop making trouble, I'm going to rest, I'm very tired these days, I really don't have the energy to talk to you Toss, can you let me go..."

A chill rose from the fingertips, and gradually spread to the limbs, the freezing feeling made one feel like falling into an ice cave.

Cheng Qingfang's last trace of luck disappeared in Zhuang Ze's expression.

"Is it Jian Zheng..." he murmured.

Zhuang Ze's complexion changed drastically, and he shouted sharply: "What nonsense are you talking about! What does it have to do with him! If you do this again, I will really lose my face!"

Cheng Qingfang looked at him firmly, with a cruel pleasure in his eyes that pierced everything: "Zhuang Ze, you don't have to lie to me. You have had a crush on Jian Zheng since high school, and you like his curly yellow hair. You put a photo of him on the desk, you use the brotherhood good enough to wear a pair of pants as a disguise, caring for him, inseparable..."

Every time Cheng Qingfang said something, Zhuang Ze's face turned pale. He grabbed Cheng Qingfang's arm forcefully, pinched his fingers into the flesh without knowing it, and in desperation, he couldn't think of anything to stop Cheng Qingfang. He kissed Cheng Qingfang's lips forcefully, trying to keep his words in his mouth.

The moment the lips touched, it was as if a sharp knife stabbed into the heart, and blood spattered everywhere.

The piercing pain hit, and the ultimate anger surged afterward.

Zhuang Ze would rather use kisses to whitewash peace...

Cheng Qingfang finally gave up his last luck, and everything told him the final truth clearly and unmistakably.

These days, all his tenderness, consideration, tolerance and love have been given to Zhuang Ze, but the tenderness he thought came from Zhuang Ze is all fake.

Zhuang Ze didn't like him in his heart.

He, Cheng Qingfang, has actually become someone else's stand-in.

The author has something to say: TUT poor Cheng Dong, let the little angels come to comfort you.