The days of being spoiled by a fierce boss

Zhuang Ze couldn't laugh or cry.

Jian Zheng really introduced someone to him, and it was such a young freshman who had admired his name for a long time.

The name Xia Fei often appears on hot searches. His number of fans is not the largest, but he has his own faction. Many of them are diehard fans who have followed him since the draft. They are invincible when they are torn apart, and they are known as the fan circle. Among the fighters in the game, Qiu Xiaoyu is one of them.

As soon as Qiu Xiaoyu mentioned her cub, her eyes lit up: "President Xiao Zhuang, you don't know, my cub is so cute and cute, it's very distressing."

At this time, the good boy Qiu Xiaoyu called rushed in like a baby, enthusiastically twisted his buttocks with Jian Zheng a few times, then picked up a bottle of beer, and bumped it into Zhuang Ze's glass: "This is the little boy. Mr. Zhuang, you have admired your name for a long time, let me toast, you can do whatever you want."

With Xia Fei being so straightforward, Zhuang Ze certainly couldn't lower the price. He picked up the wine glass and drank it down: "Student Xia, I have also admired your name for a long time, and I finally saw my real body today."

With Jian Zheng, a good friend on both sides, the atmosphere naturally became lively.

Xia Fei's facial features are exquisite and beautiful, and there is a natural dignity in his gestures. It can be seen that he is a well-educated young man.There is a stark contrast between his personality and facial features, he is lively and cheerful, without the pretentiousness and arrogance of many small fresh meats nowadays, and he is very cute when he complains: "You don't know, my fans always think that I am a very obedient and obedient boy. I’m not allowed to do it, I’m not allowed to kiss, I’m not allowed to drink or smoke, I’m not allowed to do this, I’m not allowed to do that, it’s almost suffocating me.”

"Then you can try to change the route subtly," Zhuang Ze suggested. "If your manager is interested, you should plan it carefully."

Xia Fei looked over with bright eyes: "President Xiao Zhuang, what route do you think I can take? You don't know, I dream of defeating Brother Jian and snatching the endorsement of An Jia's mobile phone from him."

Zhuang Ze laughed: "How do I remember that you seem to have gotten Zhishang's endorsement this year?"

"I like An Jia, I like you." Xia Fei looked at Zhuang Ze with admiration in his eyes, "President Xiao Zhuang, I have met you a few times before, but you must have no impression of me."

"When?" Zhuang Ze was a little surprised. He has always had a photographic memory for people, let alone such an outstanding star as Xia Fei.

"One time in a Japanese grocery store, Brother Jian and I had a party. Brother Jian said he would bring a good-looking friend over, and you happened to be outside," Xia Fei recalled, "I saw you inside, and I wondered Well, you have such good conditions, why don't you come to the showbiz, if you come, we might have nothing to eat."

Jian Zheng winked at Zhuang Ze triumphantly.

Zhuang Ze was a little embarrassed: "Oh, that time, I really didn't see you."

"Another time, on the day when Anjia's mobile phone was released, I was also in the audience. The way you introduced the mobile phone was so cool. I wanted Brother Jian to introduce us to each other that day," Xia Fei said annoyedly, "It's a pity that that day My agent just signed a contract with Zhishang, and called me away from the press conference, saying that if I don't leave, Zhishang will claim compensation."

"Why is such a big company like Zhishang so stingy?" Jian Zheng snorted, "Look at our Zhuangzi, we never restrict where I can go."

"Yes, it's too stingy," Xia Fei said angrily, "I won't renew my contract with them next year, I want to grab An Jia's endorsement."

"Hey, take a rest." Jian Zheng gave him a sideways glance, "I plan to avenge my kindness."

Xia Fei immediately flattered her: "Brother Jian, how about this, you are the endorsement of the first generation, and when the second generation comes, choose me, and we will make a fortune together."

……

The three of them were talking nonsense while drinking, and when they came out of the bar, they were already familiar with each other by their first names.

After everyone drank, they simply called a valet driver. While waiting at the door, a dark car stopped in front of them, the window was lowered, and Gu Yuxing's face sank like the bottom of a pot. Jian Zheng signaled: "Get in the car."

Jian Zheng didn't dare to do anything wrong today, got into the car obediently, waved goodbye to the two people: "Zhuangzi, you must deliver the baboons home safely."

"Don't worry about it," Zhuang Ze whispered sarcastically in his ear, "Why didn't I realize that you have the attributes of a matchmaker?"

Jian Zheng grinned, and picked Zhuang Ze's chin: "Xiang, isn't it for you?"

Finally sent the matchmaker away, and Gu Yuxing's expression was about to explode.

Zhuang Ze watched the car drive into the corner in place, looked at Xia Fei, and asked hesitantly: "Baboon, before you came, I asked him...did I tell you anything?"

Xia Fei was wearing a mask and peaked cap, but his exposed eyes were shining brightly, "Brother Zhuang, Brother Jian said, we can get along well."

Zhuang Ze's scalp went numb.

This Jian Zheng is really a matchmaker.

"It's like this," Zhuang Ze pondered for a while, then lowered his voice, "You also know that I have to concentrate on my career now, and I don't have the heart to think about other things."

Xia Fei looked at him aggrievedly: "Brother Zhuang, is there something wrong with me?"

"Not at all, you are very good," Zhuang Ze secretly complained in his heart, and said seriously, "But..."

"That's the end of it." Xia Fei Yuxi Dujia's eyes rolled up, "You treat me as a friend, and we can gather together to drink and chat when we are free, without any psychological burden."

When the surrogate driver arrived, Zhuang Ze stopped talking and sent Xia Fei to his residence first.

It was almost twelve o'clock when we returned to the community, Zhuang Ze took out his mobile phone and swiped, the page of Moments had almost stopped refreshing, only one WeChat merchant was still persistently selling his mask.

When he walked to the door, he tripped and tripped. Zhuang Ze looked down and his hairs stood on end: there was a person sitting by the door, holding a long pole, which turned out to be an infusion pole.

The man was tripped and woke up. He put his hands on the ground and tried to stand up, but he fell to the ground again: "You are finally back."

"Cheng Qingfang, are you crazy?" Zhuang Ze was startled and angry, "What are you doing sitting in front of my house? Who are you hanging salt water for..."

The lights in the corridor came on, and Zhuang Ze's voice stopped.

Under the light, Cheng Qingfang's complexion was very bad, his eyes were blue-gray, and there was an abnormal flush in his pale complexion.

The dream from last night flashed through my mind.

"Xiao Ze," Cheng Qingfang's voice was hoarse, like a broken gong, "I waited for you all night last night, and today I felt a little uncomfortable, so I called the family doctor until night, and now I'm still a little dizzy."

The water in the salt water bottle was still dripping down bit by bit, Zhuang Ze stared at it for a moment.

It's all a trick, don't fall for it.

He told himself, calmly took out the key and opened the door.

"Xiao Ze, wait for me." Cheng Qingfang yelled, and frantically held up the infusion pole to stand up, when there was a "pop", something fell off his body.

Both of them looked down and saw that it was a long zipper wallet. The familiar LOGO and special webbing came into Zhuang Ze's eyes.

It was Zhuang Ze who negotiated that the projection screen was a gift for Cheng Qingfang when he returned from country M.

Zhuang Ze looked at it blankly for a moment, then closed the door with a "bang".

Cheng Qingfang was stunned, grinding his molars, feeling a chill in his heart.

He was in such a mess, Zhuang Ze was still as cruel and ruthless as ever, it seemed that he really didn't have the slightest intention of rekindling old feelings.

The discomfort he had been suppressing all of a sudden broke through the bottom line of his body, his head was dizzy for a while, and he supported the wall to stand firm.

The phone turned on several times, and he had to open it to see that it was from Jiang Yuning.

[Brother, are you done? ]

[I'll leave if it's done, if it's not done, I'll come up and pick you up. ]

[Why do I think you are so mysterious?It squeaked. ]

Cheng Qingfang closed the dialog angrily. If it wasn't for this guy's tricks, he would be in such a mess?He also said that this bitter trick is foolproof, as long as Zhuang Ze still has the slightest bit of his place in his heart, he will love him like a cow and a horse.

It's good now, there is no shadow of him looking like a cow or a horse, but he almost broke his nose, so he might as well just force his way into the house.

In Zhuang Ze's opinion, this bitter plan contributed by Jiang Yuning will not work. Tomorrow, An Jia's capital chain will be cut off, and this guy will not give in.

Cheng Qing felt ruthless in his heart, but still bent down uncontrollably, struggling to pick up the wallet on the ground.

The wallet was a bit dirty, he dusted it distressedly, gritted his teeth suddenly, and sat at the door again.

Ruthless, right?

Alright, he'll spend time with this bastard!

Bitter tricks can't be given up halfway, tonight he will hang a bottle at the door and won't leave, to see if Zhuang Ze is really ruthless enough to leave him alone.

Ten minutes later, the door opened, and the lights in the living room suddenly dispelled the darkness in the corridor.

Cheng Qingfang entered the room energetically holding the infusion pole.

The apartment is not big, about seventy or eighty square meters. The living room and the dining room are connected together. The inside is very tidy, with white curtains and a white sofa. The book is neat and tidy.

Looking inside, there were two rooms, one large and one small, and the door of the small room was tightly closed.Before he could take a closer look, Zhuang Ze came out of the bedroom, holding a blanket and a pillow, and threw the things on the sofa with a sullen face: "You can sleep here, and someone will pick you up tomorrow morning." Walk."

"I can't move around because of my illness," Cheng Qingfang leaned weakly on the sofa, "Why do I feel a little cold?"

When Zhuang Ze saw the bottle, his hairs stood on end, and he rushed up: "Cheng Qingfang, you don't even know your salt water bottle is empty?"

Cheng Qing froze for a moment, and then felt a tingling pain on the back of his hand, blood was already drawn from the needle.

While holding the dropper, Zhuang Ze pulled out the needle, the blood flowed out and splashed on the sofa, and several scarlet blood flowers sprang up on the white sofa.

"I'm sorry, I made your sofa dirty," Cheng Qing rejoiced secretly, "I'll ask someone to buy a new one in two days and compensate you."

Zhuang Ze ignored him, brought out a basin of water from the bathroom, stirred up a wet towel, and put it on his forehead roughly: "Lie down, you still have a fever."

Cheng Qingfang lay down obediently, but stared at Zhuang Ze intently, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Ze, can you stay with me for a while? For a while, I'm only dreaming about you."

"I'm sorry, my dreams are all Xiaozheng, I'm going to rest, you can fend for yourself." Zhuang Ze said coldly.

Cheng Qing was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his face brightened with joy.

"Ozawa, in the past you always kept Jian Zheng hidden and never said anything in front of me. Does it mean that you have let him go if you say that today?"

Zhuang Ze staggered a step, almost tripped by himself.

Sure enough, putting Cheng Qing in was a mistake.

This man's eyes and sense of smell are too poisonous, a little carelessness can make him discover the secret deep in his heart.

"Talking to yourself, self-righteous." Zhuang Ze dropped a sentence forcefully, and closed the bedroom door with a "bang".

Looking at Zhuang Ze's stiff back that he wanted to conceal, Cheng Qingfang smiled happily.

Since the reunion, for the first time since Zhuang Ze's indifference and ruthlessness, his chest, which had been a little stuffed, felt relieved, and Cheng Qingfang felt that the bitter trick this time was really worth it.

Although he is determined to get Zhuang Ze, not only Zhuang Ze's people, but also Zhuang Ze's heart, but he is not sure about this potential "rival in love" who has been rooted in Zhuang Ze's heart for so many years.

Now it seems that Zhuang Ze may have given up.

Winning without fighting is really the best policy in the art of war.

He picked up the phone, opened Jiang Yuning's dialogue box again, and replied a few words reservedly.

[I don't even look at who your brother Cheng is. Is there anyone I can't handle? ]

[Go back to yours, I'm already in Ozawa's bed now. ]

The author has something to say: Cheng Dongzhen, if you give some color, open a dyeing workshop.

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