The days of being spoiled by a fierce boss

Back in the bedroom, Zhuang Ze quickly went to bed.

Lying on the bed, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, and kept wondering why Cheng Qingfang was going crazy.

When the two broke up, Cheng Qingfang's fury was still in front of his eyes; Cheng Qingfang hadn't heard from him for more than a year, and he made it clear that he was breaking all friendship with him and never interacting with him, why did he suddenly come to tease him again?

Regardless of Cheng Qingfang's motives, he must stay the same to cope with all changes, hold on to this whim, and never be fooled by Cheng Qingfang's rhetoric anymore.

Zhuang Ze warned himself several times in his heart, finally he was relieved, and fell asleep in a daze.

In the icy and snowy wilderness, Zhuang Ze couldn't help wrapping his padded jacket tightly around his body.The weather was too cold, standing in the wind and snow, every inch of skin exposed to the outside felt numb, and even the body wrapped tightly in a cotton jacket couldn't block the chill brought by the cold wind.

A bonfire suddenly appeared in front of him, and the warm light danced, tempting him endlessly. Surprised and delighted, he almost ran over without thinking.

The chill in his body was dispelled, and the blood that was about to freeze resumed flowing. He couldn't help but move closer to the campfire, wanting to absorb more warmth...

Zhuang Ze suddenly sensed something was wrong, and opened his eyes all at once.

In the dark night, the suppressed breath sounded softly, and the hot touch traveled on the skin, bringing waves of uncontrollable feelings.

Zhuang Ze was startled, and finally woke up from the dream: "You...how did you get in? I locked it..."

He knew how rascal Cheng Qingfang was, and before going to bed, he checked the lock on the door to make sure it was correct before going to bed.

"This lock is too simple, it opened within a few clicks," Cheng Qing whispered next to his ear, "Xiao Ze, I'm sick, how can you bear to let me sleep on such a cold sofa..."

The gentle breath lingered, and the earlobes instantly turned red.

The memory of the body was ignited, as if there was a burst of electric current.Zhuang Ze bit the tip of his tongue hard, trying to keep his mind clear: "Cheng Qingfang, get the hell out of here, don't make me regret what I just did—"

Lips are blocked.

Cheng Qingfang's movements were gentle and domineering, and he caressed his lips wantonly. Zhuang Ze pushed hard, but was suppressed by him. I can't help but feel weak in my hands and feet.

"Baby," Cheng Qingfang coaxed, "Look, you still remember me, you clearly have me in your heart, why do you refuse?"

Zhuang Ze gasped lightly uncontrollably, his almost ascetic life for the past year made it difficult for his body to resist such a temptation, and his blood flowed rapidly.

He was a little desperate.

Are all men creatures controlled by their lower body?Is it really necessary to repeat the mistakes made in the past?

No, he can't repeat the same mistakes like this.

Trying to separate his soul from his body, he gave up resisting, and sneered mockingly: "I understand, Cheng Qingfang, you've worked so hard just to have sex, so if you say it earlier, you can do it if you want, and you can do it when you're done." Get out, the problem will be solved in three to five minutes, there is no need to waste each other's time."

Cheng Qingfang's kiss froze.

In the silence, only the sound of each other's breathing lingered.

After a while, Cheng Qingfang's lips slowly slipped down.

Zhuang Ze was stunned for two seconds, gasped in shock, and unconsciously rubbed his hands into Cheng Qingfang's hair...

Lying on the bed, Zhuang Ze looked at the ceiling absently.

The aftertaste in the body is still flashing, the pulse is beating fast and strong, but the body has long been free of restraint.

There was the sound of running water from the bathroom outside, Cheng Qingfang came back quickly after a while, his cold body slipped into the bed, and hugged Zhuang Ze.

"You..." Zhuang Ze came to his senses as soon as the words came out. His voice was still hoarse, without any strength, but seemed to be seductive.

"Go to sleep, as long as you feel comfortable, I'm fine, I can wait, I can bear it even more." Cheng Qingfang kissed him on the cheek and said happily.

The place it touched was hard, and Cheng Qingfang obviously hadn't vented yet.

Zhuang Ze was a little confused.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Cheng Qingfang was very pleased with his astonished expression, and kissed his eyelashes again, "You don't want to drive me out to sleep on the sofa, do you? Right? Besides, you were sorry for me in the past, and my spiritual compensation has not been settled yet."

What kind of nonsense is this?It was Cheng Qingfang who delivered it to the door for nothing, why should he pay for his hard work?

Zhuang Ze was about to retort, when Cheng Qingfang snorted uncomfortably: "Xiao Ze, I feel a little dizzy again, touch me, do you have a fever again?"

Zhuang Ze stretched out his hand to touch it, and it was all right, his forehead was indeed warmer than normal.

It's no wonder Cheng Qingfang didn't have a fever after tossing and turning so hot and cold.

"Relax, I'll find you some antipyretics." Zhuang Ze pushed him.

"No need," Cheng Qingfang roguely hugged and refused to let go, "It's fine if I cover my sweat like this, and you help me cover the quilt a little tighter."

Zhuang Ze didn't have the strength to toss about anymore, so he had to be hugged by Cheng Qingfang, and fell into a dreamland in a daze.

This sleep was very sweet, and when I woke up, it was already bright, and the sun came in through the gaps in the curtains.

There was no one around, Zhuang Ze was stunned for two seconds, suddenly wondering if last night was another erotic dream of his.

He got up slowly, and went to the living room to see that the blankets on the sofa were piled up in a mess, the infusion pole was lying on the floor, and the needles thrown on the coffee table last night also showed the traces of Cheng Qingfang.

Suddenly, there was a "clang" sound, and there was movement from the kitchen.

He walked over quickly to take a look, and saw Cheng Qing was washing the eggs by the stove, the oil in the pot was "sizzling" steaming.

"Are you awake?" Cheng Qingfang glanced back at him, "I'll fry two poached eggs for breakfast, do you want single-sided or double-sided?"

Zhuang Ze rubbed his eyes, almost thinking it was his hallucination.

"Why do you look at me like this?" Cheng Qingfang said enthusiastically, "Don't underestimate me. I also cooked when I was studying abroad. Although it is not as good as your thirteen-flavored crayfish, the skill of frying eggs is first-class. .”

As he spoke, he beat eggs, put them into the pan, and stir-fried them in one go. After a while, two golden fried eggs came out of the pan, and the aroma was overflowing.

A glass of milk, two fried eggs, two slices of toast, a simple breakfast is on the table.

Cheng Qingfang was quite satisfied: "This is the first time I serve others, it's a little easier, don't mind."

He took out his mobile phone and took a picture, "Eat it quickly, it will lose its taste when it gets cold."

Zhuang Ze mechanically ate a few mouthfuls before he remembered: "Is your fever gone?"

"Good morning, touch it." Cheng Qingfang poked his head over.

Zhuang Ze sat there motionless.

Cheng Qing sat back in an embarrassing manner: "But my doctor said that the fever will come and go, and the fever is most likely to occur in the middle of the night and in the afternoon. I have to rest here with you, and I can't run around too tired."

Zhuang Ze glanced at him coldly: "Then I'll give you the house, and I'll go home."

"Are you just crossing the river and destroying the bridge?" Cheng Qingfang looked at him with a hurt face, "At any rate, you also ate the breakfast I made for you."

Zhuang Ze looked down, and he had already finished eating the fried eggs and toast without knowing it.

Of course Zhuang Ze didn't leave.

It's a joke, won't it become a dove occupying a magpie's nest if you leave?Moreover, Cheng Qingfang's skill of picking the door with one hand, if he was gone, the house would not have been turned upside down by Cheng Qingfang, and there would be no privacy at all.

But he faintly felt a bit of crisis.

After the reunion, Cheng Qingfang did not act according to common sense, and his sword took a slanted edge, which was more unpredictable and dangerous than before.

He made up his mind to keep a distance from Cheng Qingfang, and hid in his bedroom all morning. Fortunately, Cheng Qingfang didn't bother him, and he watched TV and handled business in the living room peacefully.

When it was almost eleven o'clock, Cheng Qingfang's personal doctor came over.

The private doctor is about the same age as Cheng Qingfang, but he looks much gentler and more generous. He wears a pair of rimless glasses. Yu, do you think you are a young man? Don’t underestimate a cold or a fever, it can kill someone if you are not careful, and if you stay at home restlessly while holding a bottle, do you think your life is too long?"

"Isn't it you?" Cheng Qingfang gave him a sideways look.

"I'm just a doctor. If something happens to me, I'm useless." The doctor said seriously.

"Don't worry, he shouldn't die. A good man doesn't live long, and a disaster will last a thousand years." Zhuang Ze sneered beside him.

"Listen, Old Chen, he wants to live a long life with me, can I have anything to do?" Cheng Qingfang said seriously.

Zhuang Ze gritted his teeth and gave up the retort.

In terms of shamelessness, he was no match for Cheng Qingfang, and if he continued like this, it became a flirt between lovers.

The doctor hung up the salt water and left. Before leaving, he told Zhuang Ze: "Be careful and observe. If you still have a fever in the afternoon, you will go to the hospital. Drink plenty of water. The weather is fine today. You can also go outside to bask in the sun to kill bacteria. ..."

Zhuang Ze listened expressionlessly, and finally added coldly: "Don't worry, I won't care whether he lives or dies."

The doctor stared at him for a long time with his eyes wide open, and suddenly realized: "I see, you are that... that baby! What's wrong with Zhuang?"

"Zhuang Ze." Cheng Qing added leisurely at the end.

"That's right, look at my memory," Dr. Chen looked over with admiration and admiration in his eyes, "Zhuang Ze, this kid just needs to be dealt with. Treat him properly. I support you."

Zhuang Ze was baffled by this look, and didn't want to ask Cheng Qingfang, so he watched Dr. Chen go out, turned his head and went back into the bedroom holding his breath.

Cheng Qingfang walked around twice holding the bottle pole, stopped at the door of the bedroom, looked at Zhuang Ze, and asked wonderingly, "Aren't you tired of processing emails in bed? Why don't you go to the study?"

Zhuang Ze's heart skipped a beat, and he said calmly: "The study is the landlord's sundries. It's locked. I never go in."

Cheng Qingfang pushed the door of the study smoothly, and it was locked.

"This house is too cramped," he said dissatisfied, "Why don't you move back to Ningda's apartment?"

"That's right, the temple here is too small to accommodate the giant Buddha, so Mr. Cheng should leave quickly." Zhuang Ze didn't lift his head.

Cheng Qingfang was bored, so he had to settle for the next best thing: "Okay, okay, I won't bother you anymore, you are busy."

This time Cheng Qingfang still kept his word, and kept silent outside.

After Zhuang Ze finished processing the emails left over from yesterday, his eyelids twitched suddenly, and he jumped off the bed. When he went out to check, Cheng Qing fell asleep on the sofa.

Asleep Cheng Qingfang was almost non-aggressive, his sharp eyes were covered, and he didn't know if he had dreamed of something interesting, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a hint of a faint smile on his face.

Cheng Qingfang's facial features are actually very good-looking, with deep contours and a high nose bridge, but this outstanding appearance is usually covered by his condescending arrogance, and few people dare to look directly at his facial features.

Zhuang Ze's eyes turned around his face and landed on his hair.

The brown curly hair he used to have had been cut short, revealing a full forehead.

Zhuang Ze lost his mind for a moment.

Where would the two of them be without that lock of curls?

Are you tired of each other and break up naturally?Or do you still maintain this dispensable physical relationship?

Cheng Qingfang is so stalking now, in the final analysis, he still hasn't completely got his dissatisfaction, right?

"Baby, why are you looking at me like that?" A deep magnetic voice sounded, Cheng Qingfang opened his eyes at some point, and asked jokingly, "Are you in love with me?"

With the sound of "baby", Zhuang Ze's brain suddenly flashed, and he took out his mobile phone to look, and the circle of friends was updated again.

[Wake up early to prepare breakfast for the baby, and be a virtuous and good man. ]

The accompanying pictures are fried eggs, milk and bread in the morning.

Cheng Qingfang actually posted such ambiguous things in Moments!

The author has something to say: The road we have traveled the most is Cheng Dong's routine.

Come, come, let's celebrate Mr. Cheng once again climbed into Mr. Zhuang's bed.