After bankruptcy, I was pampered by the boss

Yu Jing took a slow shower, taking nearly half an hour. After blow-drying his hair, his head became more fluffy.

He took out the piece of tiramisu from the refrigerator and placed it on the table, then stood his phone up to take a picture of his upper body.

It felt like watching a food show, and Yi Zongyu wanted to laugh.

"It's already nine o'clock and you're still eating cake."

Yu Jing opened the box a little embarrassedly, "Because it looks delicious, I want to try it."

Yu Jing, who had just finished taking a shower, had a faint hint of pink on her skin, and the neckline of her bathrobe was very low and slit downwards.

The collarbone and neck look very attractive under the light, as if you can feel the soft touch through the screen.

But Yu Jing's expression was pure and shy, with moist eyes and a smile as she looked at Yi Zongyu on the screen.

Yi Zongyu felt hot and his throat rolled as he spoke.

"Are you being cute?"

"Um...no." Yu Jing pointed at the cake, "I thought you would let me put the cake back."

"Just eat half of it, then wash up and go to bed."

After receiving the instruction, Yu Jing opened the cake, smelled it first, and then ate it with big mouthfuls of satisfaction.

Yi Zongyu watched the food show for five minutes, then Yu Jing quickly washed up, went to bed and snuggled into the quilt.

Both of them lay on their sides and began a long staring contest.

Yu Jing felt a little embarrassed. He rubbed his eyes and thought of Jiang Jingxuan's words. He felt it necessary to talk to Yi Zongyu.

Unexpectedly, Yi Zongyu spoke first, and asked, "Were you being cute just now?"

Yu Jing was a little choked up. Does rubbing his eyes count?

“No.” Yu Jing was successfully led astray by him, “Why should I act cute?”

Yi Zongyou: “Yeah, it feels like that.”

Then he added, "The bed in this hotel is not very comfortable."

"It's okay, you'll be back tomorrow." Yu Jing approached the screen, and his cute face suddenly enlarged. "When will there be a mattress and quilt in my room?"

Yi Zongyu was very dissatisfied with his question. Didn't he want to sleep with him?

"We don't have the budget for that. Let's talk about it later."

Yu Jing: “…Oh, okay.”

"If you really want, just treat this room as yours."

"What about you?" Yu Jing reacted for a while, "You don't have a room."

"..." Yi Zongyu was speechless, "Yu Jing, have you ever angered someone to death before?"

"Huh?" His eyes widened a little, a little confused, "No, I usually don't talk much."

Yi Zongyu half closed his eyes, seeming a little sleepy.

"Go to bed, right now."

When I wake up, I can fly back to Beijing and take good care of this little robot.

"Oh, okay." Yu Jingzhi nodded, "I'm hanging up now."

"No hanging up, sleeping with video on."

"…it is good."

Yu Jing put his cell phone next to his pillow, then pulled the quilt up and wrapped himself in it.

Fragrant and soft, this bed is really suitable for sleeping.

The next day, Yu Jing slept until nine in the morning. He stretched and suddenly remembered that he was still video chatting with Yi Zongyou.

I picked up the phone and saw that it had been hung up. Yi Zongyu had sent two messages at around seven in the morning:

"Hang up, you sleep too much."

"The plane is late. I'll be back at noon. Don't eat lunch. Wait for me."

Yu Jing lay on the bed for a while, his mind wandering, still thinking about Jiang Jingxuan's words.

He himself felt it necessary to talk to Yi Zongyu about the relationship between the two. Although he was a little slow, he was still very receptive to advice.

After washing up, Yu Jing received a message from Yi Zongyu: Call me back when you wake up.

After the call was dialed, Yi Zongyu answered the call quickly.

"Did you eat breakfast?"

"Not yet. I plan to find some fruit to eat."

As Yu Jing spoke, he had already opened the refrigerator door and began to look around.

"You still think you are a primitive animal? Is it enough to eat some fruits?" Yi Zongyu said sharply.

“…” Yu Jing said nothing and took out a bottle of milk.

Yi Zongyou: "I'll ask my secretary to deliver it to you in ten minutes. Don't drink milk on an empty stomach."

Yu Jing took the phone in front of him and took a look in shock. This was not a video call, so how did he know that I took out the milk?

There shouldn't be any surveillance cameras in this house, Yu Jing was a little suspicious.

"Yu Jing, you are deaf."

"No..." He answered slowly, "I know."

"Be good, I'm still busy, I'm hanging up now."

Yu Jing blushed and put the milk back, then sat obediently on the sofa waiting for dinner.

Ten minutes later the doorbell rang. It must have been the secretary.

He trotted over and opened the door without thinking, and was stunned when he saw the person coming.

"Wow." Xue Feihan was also stunned, and looked up at the house number, "Xiao Jing, why are you here?"

Yu Jing's brain froze for a moment. He was wondering why Xue Feihan came and how to explain it.

Xue Feihan took a look at the pajamas on Yu Jing and thought, wow, it’s high-end custom made and it’s actually a couple’s style with Yi Zongyu.

Yu Jing followed his teasing gaze and looked at himself, feeling a little embarrassed, he grabbed the door frame.

"I, I came to his house to play."

Xue Feihan burst into laughter, which made Yu Jing a little scared. It felt like he was going to faint from laughing in the next second.

"What's wrong with you? Why don't you want to go in?" Another male voice came from the other side of the door, but Yu Jing couldn't see it in his blind spot.

Ethan had just finished smoking and walked over. He was a little surprised when he saw Yu Jing.

"Who is this?"

Xue Feihan wiped the tears from his eyes and said, "Xiao Jing, I mentioned this to you. Oh my god, I really want to die of laughter."

Ethan said "oh" meaningfully, and turned his gaze back to Yu Jing. He smiled gentlemanly and extended his hand to Yu Jing.

"Hello, Xiao Jing."

Yu Jing shook his hand back blankly, "You guys come in first."

The two of them sat on the sofa, and while Yu Jing went to pour water, Ethan touched Xue Feihan's arm and spoke in a low voice.

"She's so cute, I like her."

"Don't think about it. Aren't you afraid that your brother Zong You will punish you?" Xue Feihan smirked. "But I am surprised to see him here."

Ethan: "Are they living together?"

Xue Feihan: "How would I know? I'll try to get Xiaojing to say something later."

Yu Jing brought out two glasses of water and placed them in front of them, "Drink some water."

"Okay, okay." Xue Feihan took it with a smile, "Where's Zong You? Didn't he come back from a business trip this morning?"

"He said the plane was delayed and wouldn't arrive until noon."

Xue Feihan said meaningfully, "Come on, come on, sit down, Xiao Jing, sit between us."

Ethan immediately moved a little to that side and looked at Yu Jing with a smile.

Before Yu Jing could refuse, Xue Feihan pulled him to sit down, and two people surrounded him on the left and right.

Yu Jing's earlobes turned a little red, and just when he didn't know what to do, the doorbell rang again.

This time it was the secretary who brought the meal. Yu Jing took it, thanked him, then sat down at the dining table with the meal.

"Do you want to eat?" he asked seriously.

"We've already eaten." Ethan said, and then Xue Feihan stepped on his foot.

"I'm not full." Xue Feihan smiled and stood up and moved to the dining table to sit down. "Do you mind if I sit here?"

Yu Jing shook his head. This was not his home, so there was nothing to mind.

The main dishes are shrimp and seaweed pancakes and pumpkin egg tarts, and there is also a taro oatmeal milkshake, which looks delicious.

Yu Jing reached out to take out the milkshake, but his cell phone rang. He was stunned for a moment and wanted to put the white porcelain bowl back to answer the call.

"I'll help you, I'll help you." Xue Feihan said warmly as he answered the call and "kindly" turned on the speakerphone.

"Are you eating?"

Yi Zongyu's voice was heard, but because the speakerphone was on, the voice seemed a little empty in the living room.