The days of being spoiled by a fierce boss

Hearing the "beep" sound from the receiver, Zhuang Ze was a little speechless.

I don't know what tricks Cheng Qing will come up with at that time, whether he will repeat the old tricks and wait for him to go back at the door, or openly pick the lock and enter the door as a gangster.

When he got back to his seat, he felt even more headache: Jian Zheng and Xia Fei were already drunk, their eyes were a little straightened, they pointed at each other and insisted that they had won by drinking, and grabbed Zhuang Ze's hand for him to comment.

It's just two uncles.

Zhuang Ze took the wine glass away, asked the bartender to bring up a bottle of sparkling water, and poured a glass for each of the two uncles.

The two of them didn't even notice, you and I drank happily.

The two mobile phones placed on the bar vibrated, and Jian Zheng answered the phone with a drunken eye, spoke a few words with his tongue out, and then gave the mobile phone to Zhuang Ze: "Zhuang... Zhuangzi... looking for you... "

Zhuang Ze picked it up and heard that it was Gu Yuxing.

"Is he drunk?" Gu Yuxing's voice was low, with a hint of displeasure.

"Seven to eight points, not bad." Zhuang Ze commented objectively.

"I'm counting on you later, take him home, the servant will wait for him at the door." Gu Yanxing said politely.

"it is good."

Zhuang Ze hung up the phone and turned around to see that Xia Fei was also on the phone, speaking arrogantly: "What's the matter... I'll just drink... I don't rely on you... I have a new backer... Come on ...Brother Zhuang..."

He also handed the phone to Zhuang Ze.

Zhuang Ze reluctantly took it over and listened: "Hey, who is it? The baboon drank too much."

There was no sound from the receiver, and after a few seconds, a "beep" sound came, and the phone was hung up.

Zhuang Ze was very puzzled, and glanced at the mobile phone number. The number was good, with three eights at the end.

The two of them were given several glasses of sparkling water by Zhuang Ze, and they finally stopped getting drunk.Seeing that it was getting late, Zhuang Ze put the two stars in full armor, grabbed the collars of each, and boarded the special car they called together.

Jian Zheng lived in an apartment by the Dongpu River, Zhuang Ze sent him to the gate of the complex, the servant was already waiting there, and took Jian Zheng in hastily; Xia Fei lay in the car, dazed "Brother Zhuang...I'm not going home...I'm going to your house..."

"I don't have a bed at home." Zhuang Ze said angrily.

"Then...then you accompany me to the hotel..." Xia Fei tugged at his collar sadly, "I don't want to be alone...Brother Zhuang...you accompany me..."

He suddenly yelled: "Parking... This is the hotel... I have a private room..."

Zhuang Ze saw that it was the long-lost Manlin Hotel.

Xia Fei's private room is on the sixteenth floor, it is a luxurious river view room, facing Dongpu River, the view is not bad.

Xia Fei vomited as soon as he entered the room, which made Zhuang Ze's cleanliness all over his body, so he had no choice but to take off Xia Fei's clothes, cover the important parts and wash everyone.

After tossing Xia Fei, Zhuang Ze himself was sweating profusely, jumped into the bathtub and took a shower, and then handed over all the clothes to the hotel's dry cleaning, and asked them to rush them over tomorrow morning.

Coming out of the bathroom, Xia Fei lay on the bed with half-closed eyes, half dreaming and half awake: "Brother Zhuang...you are so virtuous...be my wife..."

Zhuang Ze couldn't help but stare at Xia Fei's face for a long time.

"Ozawa, your temperament is really similar to my Zaizai, you will understand when you meet him."

Qiu Xiaoyu's words rang in Zhuang Ze's ears.

The girl was right.

Xia Fei's face was very delicate, when he was not drunk, standing there at first glance, he had an elegant and dignified temperament, somewhat similar to Zhuang Ze.

He couldn't help rubbing Xia Fei's hair: "Okay, if we are together, it doesn't matter who will be the daughter-in-law. But, it's impossible to test, I treat you as my younger brother, please give me peace of mind! "

It was already past midnight, and Zhuang Ze didn't bother to bother, there were two beds in the private room, one for each of them, they fell asleep straight away, and slept until dawn.

There was a meeting in the company the next day, Zhuang Ze tidied himself up in a hurry, left a note for Xia Fei, and went to work.

At noon, Xia Fei shamelessly sent two voice messages to express his apology, saying that he was in a bad mood last night and was too rude, and he will find an opportunity to make amends in the future.

It seems that Xia Fei is really troubled by the transformation.

Zhuang Ze searched in his mind for a moment, and suddenly remembered that sister Chen who had been coveting him.

After the celebration banquet, Sister Chen asked him to drink tea once, and she thoroughly clarified her words.Sister Chen works in the media, and her magazines are among the best in the country. She has always liked the type of Zhuang Ze very much. She has had a few boyfriends. After meeting Zhuang Ze, she was very moved, but she did not insult Zhuang Ze in the slightest. Meaning, I just want to ask for a dewy marriage that you love and I want.

Now that Zhuang Ze has clearly rejected her, of course she will not force her. However, she thinks that the two can cooperate, so she invites Zhuang Ze into the mirror to create several completely different images for Zhuang Ze, which can also be used as a part of An Jia's phone a means of propaganda.

At that time, Sister Chen also showed him the project plan made by the editor-in-chief. There were a few sample photos in it, some tough, sunny, and deep...

Zhuang Ze refused. He has always kept a low profile, and of course he doesn't like the way of publicity in the fashion and entertainment circles.

However, the two added WeChat to each other at the time, and now occasionally chat a few words in the circle of friends, which can be regarded as friends.

Could Xia Fei's transformation start from this kind of static publicity?

Zhuang Ze made a phone call and explained the matter to Sister Chen. Sister Chen said straightforwardly: "Don't worry, I'll take care of it. I'm not bragging. Our company's high-end journals only contact international stars and movie stars. , Xia Fei's traffic niche is generally not in our eyes, but with your boss Xiaozhuang saying, I will definitely take care of this matter for you."

Zhuang Ze gave Xia Fei Sister Chen's contact information, Xia Fei called within 5 minutes, his voice couldn't hide his excitement: "Brother Zhuang, how do you know her? She is super powerful, and she is very popular in the circle." Great name."

"I really don't know her name, can I help you?" Zhuang Ze asked.

"I can help you," Xia Fei said triumphantly, "My manager is going to be shocked, thank you, brother Zhuang."

This can be regarded as unintentional, Zhuang Ze encouraged him a few words, hung up the phone, and turned around to forget about it.

In the blink of an eye, it was Wednesday. For some reason, in the afternoon, Zhuang Ze became a little restless. He looked at the files on the computer, but his mind wandered from time to time. Later, even Xiaolou could see that he was strange, and he was cautious. He suggested: "President Xiao Zhuang, are you too tired? Why don't you take a vacation and stop working overtime at night."

Zhuang Ze knew very well that he was restless, not because he was tired from working overtime, but because Cheng Qingfang said that he would "wait for him at home".

"Okay, I won't work overtime today, I'll go out for a walk," Zhuang Ze put down the documents in his hand, "You guys get off work when you're done with the things at hand."

Zhuang Ze drove to the Golden Crown Center.

It was late autumn, the weather was cold, and the flow of people in the square in the center decreased significantly. He parked his car in the underground garage and waited for the elevator in the underground lobby.

The elevator came very slowly, Zhuang Ze took out his phone and looked at it, but Cheng Qingfang didn't make any movement.

Do you want to get a room in the hotel to avoid it?

The elevator arrived, and he was about to go in when he was bumped lightly from behind. He took a staggered step into the elevator, turned his head and saw a smiling face.

"You... aren't you waiting for me at home?" Zhuang Ze was very annoyed.

Cheng Qingfang bullied him and pressed him against the elevator wall: "There is a saying in the art of war, which is false and true. Of course, I can't let you understand my thoughts."

"Release." Zhuang Ze pushed him.

Cheng Qingfang actually raised his hands obediently: "Okay, can you stop running? Just take it as a sympathy for the hard work I just got off the plane after being on a business trip for so long."

"Why should I run?" Zhuang Ze was annoyed, "You think the Golden Crown Center is opened by your family?"

"It's fine if you don't run away. I'll be your little brother tonight, and I'll carry your bag and pay the bill for you," Cheng Qingfang asked with a smile, "Where are you going to eat, boss?"

This cheek is so thick that it can compete with the city wall.

Arguing outside is too ugly, Zhuang Ze didn't want to be laughed at, so with a sullen face, he found a private restaurant, deliberately rejected the suggestion of a private room, and found a place in the hall for dinner.

In front of everyone, Cheng Qingfang couldn't do anything wrong.

After casually ordering a few signature dishes recommended by the waiter and serving another pot of tea, Zhuang Ze calmed down and began to appreciate the environment of this restaurant.

After all, it is near the Golden Crown Center. This random restaurant also has an extraordinary atmosphere of luxury. The decoration is very unique. Various earthen jars and grains are scattered in the corners, and ancient window lattices and red tiles are dotted on the walls. , a large dark green floor-to-ceiling blackboard hangs on the large front wall, on which there are messages written by various diners, as well as the shop's signature menu.

Zhuang Ze took a few glances at the blackboard, felt that it looked a little familiar, turned on his mobile phone and searched, and sure enough, this is an Internet celebrity restaurant, and many celebrities have visited the card.

"...My love for you is like this cup of cereal juice. All the beneficial substances have settled at the bottom, and the love is deep." Cheng Qing said slowly.

Zhuang Ze's goosebumps almost rose: "Don't go crazy, okay?"

Cheng Qingfang pointed to the blackboard: "You think I said it? The message on it."

Zhuang Ze took a look, sure enough, he didn't look at it carefully just now, but after a closer look, many of the words written on it were confessions of diners, and there were all kinds of disgusting things.

His face tightened and he stopped talking.

Cheng Qingfang stared at the blackboard with great interest, and read out every sentence when he saw the interesting confession. After a while, several young couples nearby all looked over with strange eyes.

Zhuang Ze asked angrily: "Are you enough? I like love stories so much, should I buy you a book of love stories?"

"Okay," Cheng Qingfang said calmly, "I like whatever you give me."

Zhuang Ze choked for a moment, gave up the idea of ​​communicating with him, and buried himself in the food.

Cheng Qingfang stood up and walked to the blackboard. He didn't know what to say to the clerk, who shook his head frequently; Cheng Qingfang didn't give up, and communicated a few more words.

Finally, Cheng Qingfang finally got their consent, picked up the chalk and began to write on the blackboard.

Cheng Fengzhixing and Zhuangzi have two nicknames, one on the left and one on the right, with a heart drawn in the middle, two arrows are shot from the left and right, one arrow passes through the heart, and the other arrow is halfway, just reaching the surface of the heart.

After finishing the painting, he took a step back and took a look. He was very satisfied and returned to the dining table contentedly.

"How is it?" He leaned close to Zhuang Ze's ear and asked softly.

Zhuang Ze unnaturally wanted to avoid the temperature in his ear: "How about what?"

"When will your arrow hit me?" Cheng Qingfang said in a hoarse voice.

Zhuang Ze's ears turned red again, he couldn't control this natural body reaction, so he could only ask angrily, "Are you a big man hypocritical or not?"

This sentence sounds a bit familiar, Cheng Qingfang used to laugh at Gu Yuxing's obsession with Jian Zheng in the past.

It's really a turn of events, today it's his turn to be laughed at.

He didn't change his face: "Not hypocritical, I like you and I want everyone to know."

For some reason, Zhuang Ze froze for two seconds, the venomous sarcasm stuck in his throat.

The two names on the blackboard are flamboyant, like Cheng Qingfang's wanton and arrogant temperament; the heart and the two arrows are simple and rough, but they are more straightforward than any sweet words.

At this moment, it seemed that something poked its head out of the scorched earth, and it needed Zhuang Ze's strong suppression to bury it again.

"Eat, you are not hungry, I am hungry." He replied lightly.

Cheng Qingfang was a little disappointed.

However, this is nothing, he has long been mentally prepared.

He hit the bar, even if Zhuang Ze was a smelly and hard stone, he could warm him up in his arms and make the stone bloom.

"Okay, let's eat."

The waiter brought up a pot of signature dish tea mushroom shrimp, Cheng Qingfang stroked his sleeves: "You like to clean, don't do it, I will peel it."

He put the prawns in front of him, peeled several in a short while, put them on a plate and handed them to Zhuang Ze.

"I do not want."

"Hurry up and eat," Cheng Qingfang said with a smile, "or I'll feed you."

Zhuang Ze was stunned.

With Cheng Qingfang's level of shamelessness, he could really do such a thing.

"All right, all right, leave it alone." He compromised.

While the two were talking, a large group of people came out of the box inside, laughing and talking about Beijing movies.

Zhuang Ze saw that there were acquaintances, and Young Master Jiang was talking among them.

Jiang Yuning also saw Cheng Qingfang at a glance, and immediately pulled a group of people over: "Hey, brother Cheng, Xiaoze, you two are eating here too..."

His voice stopped, and he looked at Cheng Qing's hand peeling the shrimp and the shrimp meat in front of Zhuang Ze as if he had seen a ghost.

"I...it's not right...Brother Cheng, you..."

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