I, holding the script, kidnapped the male protagonist's benefactor

Ji Yu originally wanted to go back to his rental house first, but he didn't expect the housekeeper to open a closet for him, which was full of clothes in his size.

I don’t know if someone had lived here before and the place was prepared long ago, or if it was prepared when he came here before.

Ji Yu didn't care much about this. Anyway, he and Yuan Shenghe were just bed partners who got what they wanted from each other. It didn't matter how many women the other person had had in the past, as long as he didn't have any now.

In the evening, when Ji Yu had just finished taking a shower and was lying on the bed checking job search information on the Internet, the door of the room was suddenly opened.

Yuan Shenghe walked in as if no one was around, holding a piece of clothing in his hand. With a lot of questions in his mind, he went straight to the bathroom.

Yuan Shenghe took a quick shower and came out in less than ten minutes.

As soon as the bathroom door opened, mist rushed out.

The man changed his everyday clothes into a gray bathrobe. His body was covered with moisture, and his hair, which was usually combed up, was now drooping, softening his eyebrows and eyes, making them less sharp.

"Is your bathroom broken?" Ji Yu asked in surprise.

"No." Yuan Shenghe walked towards him.

"Then why did you come to my room to take a shower?"

Yuan Shenghe looked at him, with dark emotions surging in his eyes, "If the mountain doesn't come to me, I will come to the mountain."

Ji Yu: "...Are you going up the mountain? You clearly want to go up the mountain."

Yuan Shenghe lowered his eyes and smiled, then walked to the bed, pulled back the quilt covering him, and squeezed in naturally. "In order to prevent you from being late for the interview tomorrow, I have to come here early to climb the mountain, so as not to be too late for you to get down the mountain tonight."

After saying that, he lowered his head and sniffed Ji Yu's neck.

"Baby, you smell so good."

Ji Yu has already discovered that this man would probably only call him baby at times like this.

"Oh, the shower gel in your bathroom smells good, you can smell yourself." Ji Yu's neck felt a little itchy from his sniffing, and he reached out to push him, but failed, and said with difficulty: "It's not even half past nine, how can we not get down the mountain."

As it turned out, going up the mountain at 9:30 was not too early.

The next morning, Ji Yu woke up to a knock on the door.

"Mr. Ji, are you awake?" The butler's voice came from outside the door.

Ji Yu opened his eyes, "What's the matter?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a little pain in his throat.

"My husband asked me to remind you to go to the interview at 9:30."

"Fuck."

When Ji Yu looked out the window and saw that the sun was already shining brightly, he was so scared that he threw off the quilt and quickly got up.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he fell to the ground weakly in the next second.

Fortunately, there was a blanket on the ground and there were no sharp objects around.

Thinking of the absurdity of last night.

Ji Yu couldn't understand where Yuan Shenghe got so much energy.

What he said was right. Fortunately, he started climbing the mountain before 9:30 last night. If he had been an hour or two later, he would have missed the interview today.

"Mr. Ji, are you okay?" As if hearing a sound, the butler's concerned voice sounded again.

"It's okay, I'm up, you go ahead and do your work."

Ji Yu sat for a few minutes and felt his legs regain some strength, so he stood up with the help of the bed. Although he was still a little weak, he was able to walk.

After washing up, changing clothes and going downstairs, which usually only takes a few minutes, it took me more than ten minutes today.

Fortunately, Yuan Shenghe asked the housekeeper to call him in advance, otherwise he would really be late.

After finishing his meal, Ji Yu hurried out. Just as he was about to go around the car parked at the door, he was stopped by the driver, who said that his boss asked him to take him to the interview.

Ji Yu did not refuse when he heard this. Although this residential complex was located in the best area of ​​Yunhai City, it was a bit far from the company where he was interviewing. He would have to wait for a taxi, so it would be great if someone could take him there.

Just when Ji Yu went for an interview, in a conference room of a company.

An executive is giving a quarterly report.

Secretary Liu, who had just finished her wedding leave, couldn't help but look at the president again and again, not sure whether the president was listening to the report.

I always feel that after I come back from vacation, Mr. Yuan seems to be a little different from before.

The collar of his suit is still buttoned tightly as before. His noble and cold aura always makes people notice him at the first moment. People want to approach him but know they will be rejected.

Today, the feeling of alienation that always gives people the impression that they don't care about anything seems to have faded a lot, and is replaced by a more lazy and indifferent contentment.

At this moment, the screen of the mobile phone placed on the right hand side lit up.

Mr. Yuan, who would never look at his mobile phone during a meeting, picked it up at this moment and put it down the next second, as if the content of the mobile phone prompt was not what he wanted to see.

Secretary Liu was now certain that something had indeed happened during the time he was away that had changed President Yuan.

After the executives finished their reports, someone else talked about the next few development strategy directions. The meeting ended only when Yuan Shenghe spoke.

Others left the meeting room one after another.

Yuan Shenghe was still sitting in the same seat. He picked up his phone, slid open the screen, opened the chat window, and thinking that the conversation was over, he sent a message.

After a few seconds, a reply popped up.

Salted fish is dead: ...

Yuan Shenghe raised his eyebrows, what does this mean.

Yuan: Did the interview go wrong?

The chat window showed that the other party was typing. It took more than a minute for the message to pop up, but it was not the long speech he had imagined, only a few words.

Salted Fish is Dead: I feel my intelligence has been insulted...

Yuan Shenghe smiled, it seemed that things were not going well.

Yuan: Do we have another interview this afternoon?

Salted Fish is Dead: No need to say anything, my heart now is just like my name.

Salted fish is dead: Burn incense if you have any problem.JPG

Yuan: Then come and find me. The driver is waiting for you outside. I will treat you to lunch to comfort your wounded heart. By the way, tell me what happened.

He continued typing for dozens of seconds before finally making up his mind.

Salted Fish is Dead: Since you sincerely invite me, then okay.

Secretary Liu, who was waiting nearby, felt that the word "shocked" was not enough to describe his mood at the moment. When had their President Yuan not only taken the initiative to chat with others, but also seemed to be talking and laughing with the other party?

It's not like he hasn't met friends who have been in contact with Mr. Yuan, such as Mr. Yu, but it was always Mr. Yu who took the initiative to contact Mr. Yuan. He has never seen Mr. Yuan take the initiative to contact Mr. Yu and be so happy.