The days of being spoiled by a fierce boss

Despite Zhuang Ze's random kiss for a while, Cheng Qing loosened his grip on Zhuang Ze, took a step back, and avoided Zhuang Ze's kiss.

There was a moment of silence in the room, Zhuang Ze's face was pale, his pupils were no longer cold and indifferent, and there was embarrassment in his eyes, which fell on Cheng Qingfang's face at a loss.

His lips parted slightly, and it took him a long time to manage to utter a word: "It's not what you think...don't talk nonsense in front of Xiao Zheng...can you?"

Cheng Qingfang couldn't help laughing.

Should he laugh at his own stupidity, or should he admire Zhuang Ze's ruthlessness?

How self-indulgent and passionate is he that he felt that Zhuang Ze liked him from the very beginning, all the resistance was just trying to get him, and the repeated breakups were just to welcome or refuse?

At this time, Zhuang Ze still wanted to cover up his secret, and tried to cover up the secret that had been exposed.

"Are you afraid that he will know?" Cheng Qingfang smiled cruelly, "If he knows, you will no longer be able to put on the disguise of your best friend, right?"

Zhuang Ze lowered his eyelids to hide the pleading in his eyes.

At this moment, he was a little desperate.

Over the years, he has been used to getting along with Jian Zheng like this. From the beginning of his young crush, he never thought of making this relationship public. Later, the friendship between the two became deeper and deeper. It's already beyond his imagination, and now even he himself doesn't know what kind of feelings he has for Jian Zheng, he only knows that the current way of getting along makes him feel safe.

Now, is this peace about to be broken?

Why did Cheng Qingfang insist on being so cruel, to uncover the secrets buried in his heart that no one will ever know?

"Okay, you don't have to say anything if you want," Cheng Qingfang said coldly, "Then let's talk frankly and openly first, and you first tell me why you were so enthusiastic about me when we first met, and surrounded me all day long. Wandering around me?"

He still remembered Zhuang Ze at that time.

His eyes are full of admiration, he knows his company and investment projects very well, even his food preferences, and the content of the chat is all his interest, finance, golf, mountaineering...

Zhuang Ze was silent for a moment, and after a while he said: "We thought you had something to do with Gu Yuxing, you took care of Gu Yuxing."

Cheng Qingfang was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Zhuang Ze, you are ruthless." He leaned on the desk, overjoyed, "It turns out that you were doing it for Jian Zheng from the beginning, to help him catch up with Yuxing, and you were willing to take on yourself. If I used force on you then , Did you also sacrifice your life for him?"

Zhuang Ze's lips trembled, and his voice was barely audible: "I...I know, you are not that kind of person."

Cheng Qingfang waved his hand, he didn't want to listen to Zhuang Ze's nonsense anymore, it would only remind him of his previous stupidity.

He seemed to have remembered something, took out his phone, and clicked on Zhuang Ze's profile picture on WeChat.

The young man on the head portrait is young and handsome, the collar of the white shirt is meticulous, the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, with a faint smile, as if mocking Cheng Qingfang's self-indulgence.

No wonder the group photo in the frame looked familiar yesterday.

This profile picture is almost exactly the same as the group photo in the frame.

Cheng Qingfang shook the phone screen in front of Zhuang Ze's eyes, and said in a mocking voice, "I have always wondered why you chose such a photo as your profile picture, but now I finally understand that this is what you cut out from the group photo of the two of you. Yes, you are using your own way to imply your emotional belonging, Zhuang Ze, why do you have the nerve to question my innocence every day? I am loyal to you physically and mentally at least during the duration of our relationship, but what about you? Sleep with me every day , but thinking about other men, the man you coveted is still your best friend, and already has his other half, Zhuang Ze, are you shameless?"

Zhuang Ze was stunned, his lips were pale, and his breathing suddenly became rapid: "You are talking nonsense, I have never coveted Xiao Zheng!"

The cell phone rang suddenly, and the sound of the violin "squeaked" suddenly broke the suffocating silence in the room.

Cheng Qingfang's expression changed.

Zhuang Ze frantically found his mobile phone in his pants pocket and connected the call.

"Zhuangzi, have you finished your work?" Jian Zheng's voice was concerned, "Is there nothing wrong?"

"It's been resolved." Zhuang Ze replied hastily.

"That's good, I knew you could handle it," Jian Zheng said triumphantly, then remembered something, and complained, "After you left, Cheng Qingfang also left, and I don't know where he went, so it's rare for us to be together Have a meal and reschedule next time..."

"Xiao Zheng," Zhuang Ze's voice trembled slightly, "I still have something to do here, I'll contact you later."

"Ah?" Jian Zheng was a little surprised, "Is there anything else? Then I'll hang up..."

Zhuang Ze hung up the phone first.

Cheng Qingfang stared at Zhuang Ze relentlessly, and finally breathed out lightly for a long time: "You probably didn't play the ringtone, yours is not so unpleasant. Is it the violin played by Jian Zheng? You specially made it for him?"

Zhuang Ze said nothing.

When the matter came to this point, it was useless for him to say anything. In Cheng Qingfang's eyes, all the explanations were pale cover-ups.

He met Cheng Qingfang's gaze, broke the can and said, "You can say whatever you want, break up if you want to break up, and you can kill or cut up—"

With a loud "bang", Zhuang Ze's words stopped abruptly.

Cheng Qingfang grabbed the violin on the stand and dropped it to the ground. The back of the violin was cracked, and the wood chips and chin rest flew apart and fell to the ground.

With a ferocious expression on his face, he pushed towards Zhuang Ze step by step: "Very good...Zhuang Ze...you actually play with me like this..."

A trace of fear rose from Zhuang Ze's heart, Cheng Qingfang like this was more terrifying than ever.

He instinctively turned around and ran away, but it was too late, Cheng Qingfang's hands grabbed him like iron tongs, and with a forceful swing, he was pressed down on the desk.

With a pain on his lips, Cheng Qingfang kissed her almost frantically.

Zhuang Ze struggled vigorously, however, the furious Cheng Qingfang was more terrifying than before, the two fought hand to hand for a while, and Zhuang Ze's hands and feet were restrained.

With a "hiss", the button fell to the ground.

"Uh...Cheng...you're crazy—" Zhuang Ze hissed, but the remaining voice disappeared, and there was a bloody smell coming from the corner of his mouth.

The person was pressed against the corner of the desk, suffering bursts of severe pain; the skin was exposed to the air, and endless shame and fear came together.

Zhuang Ze gave up his resistance, as if his whole body had been stripped of its hard shell, lifeless.

He turned his face away, letting Cheng Qingfang wreak havoc, his eyes fixed on an unknown place in the air, and there was a faint glimmer of water in the corners of his eyes.

Cheng Qingfang's hand froze.

He gasped for breath, his almost out-of-control emotions were like a wild horse that had run wild, and was finally dragged back by those few tears.

He straightened up, tore off his shirt and covered Zhuang Ze's body.

The study was a mess.

A broken violin lay on the ground, pen holders and documents on the desk were scattered in the corners, and the computer screen was overturned and crumbling.

Cheng Qingfang tried his best to calm his breathing.

It's not a big deal, but it's just being used as a stand-in for a while.

Zhuang Ze didn't like him, some of them were liked by other people, there were many men queuing up to put on him, all of them were younger than Zhuang Ze, more beautiful than Zhuang Ze, and more obedient than Zhuang Ze.

Whether you love it or not, it really is the funniest thing in the world, hypocritical.

"Zhuang Ze, congratulations." His voice was indifferent, like a cold pool on a thousand-year-old glacier, "You have fulfilled your wish. Starting today, we are breaking up."

Cheng Qing let go.

Zhuang Ze tidied himself up in a hurry, except for the bitten wound on the corner of his mouth and the bruise on his skin, there was nothing serious about it.

Many things in the study room were useless, and the most distressing thing was the violin, whose tail was almost smashed to pieces, leaving only the backguy exposed to the air.

Zhuang Ze stared at it for a moment, his eyes were a little moist.

Lying in bed at night, he tossed and turned, did not fall asleep all night, and only closed his eyes a little in the early morning.

When he went to work the next day, he was in a daze. During the meeting, he stopped in the middle of his speech and was in a daze. The subordinates in the meeting room looked at each other, not knowing what happened.

Zhuang Zeqiang managed to finish chairing the meeting, and asked someone to buy two cups of espresso, which counted as making it through the afternoon working hours.

Pei Junyi found an excuse to come in and visit him twice, and finally couldn't help asking on the last trip: "Ozawa, everyone is very worried, what's wrong with the company's operation? Or is something wrong with you?"

Zhuang Ze finally came to his senses: "Don't worry, I'm fine, and the company will be fine."

After ten days in a row, there was no news of Cheng Qingfang.

On the company side, Zhao Lichun, who has been in contact with Zhuang Ze, behaved very normally, and had no tendency to divest the capital at all; Zhuang Ze sidetracked Cheng Qingfang's movements, and the answer he got was that Cheng Dong had been in Beichen City recently, and Jihai was already here. Entrusted full authority to the vice president.

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Ze looked around the apartment where he lived for a year.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass in the living room, the night view of the city is as bright as ever; in the restaurant, the aroma of thirteen-flavored crayfish still seems to remain.

On the big bed in the bedroom, there is a fusion of two bodies, but unfortunately, the souls are separated from each other, drifting to their respective places.

The breakup that Cheng Qingfang said seemed to be true, and he no longer had to live in this apartment to humiliate himself.

Fortunately, everything has not gone off the rails yet, his heart is still firmly in his chest, and he can finally be freed from Cheng Qingfang's dominance.

There is no such thing as forever in this world, and the only thing you can rely on is yourself.

Zhuang Ze simply packed his clothes, and when he dragged his suitcase out of the bedroom, he paused in front of the study door.

He had already tidied up the study room, only the broken violin, which he was not willing to throw away, was still lying quietly in the corner, the lacquered surface of the panel was still shining with warm light.

As if bewitched by something, he walked over step by step and squatted down beside the violin.

After lightly plucking the strings twice, the violin hummed, which was no longer as bright and pleasant as before.

Zhuang Ze thought for a while, took out a long-sleeved T-shirt from the suitcase, wrapped the violin and put it in the suitcase.

Standing at the door, Zhuang Ze finally looked around silently, and after a while, he opened the door and left the apartment.

The author has something to say: finally broke up [laughing and crying.jpg]

ps: Some scenes are not rendered properly, there is no way, I can only watch it ^_^

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