After bankruptcy, I was pampered by the boss

After dinner, the group sat on the sofa and ate dessert, and they didn't seem to want to leave immediately.

Yu Jing stayed close to Yi Zongyu, biting a strawberry daifuku. The outer glutinous rice skin was smooth and soft, and the cream was also strawberry flavored, sweet and not greasy.

Yi Zongyu stared at the cream at the corner of his mouth for a while, and felt inexplicably hot.

He stood up and walked towards the room. Xue Feihan called him from behind:

"Where are you going?"

"Get something."

"Oh."

Xue Feihan just asked casually, and then started to indulge Xu Tingbo in eating cake, not paying much attention.

The phone vibrated, and Yu Jing saw the WeChat message from Yi Zongyu:

"Come to the bedroom."

He was a little puzzled.

"What are you doing in the bedroom?"

"Something happened."

Yu Jing finished the strawberry daifuku in two bites, wiped his hands with a tissue, and got up and walked towards the bedroom.

Xue Feihan and Ethan looked at each other. It was as if there was a unique Morse code between their eyes. They understood each other instantly with just a slight touch.

"Tsk, Zong You is really something." Xue Feihan sighed.

"Really, Ethan, I have to teach you a lesson. Men need to exercise restraint."

If Shen Yi hadn't been there, Ethan would have scolded him to get lost, but he endured it and nodded: "That makes sense."

Xue Feihan was amazed at his attitude, "Hey, why are you so obedient today?"

“…” Ethan’s eyes rolled back in his head.

Damn Xue Feihan, you deserve it that your wife left you for three years.

As soon as Yu Jing entered the bedroom, Yi Zongyu, who was guarding the door, pulled him into his arms. The familiar, clean breath enveloped him like a cloud.

It was as if a fire was lit on his earlobe. "You, what do you want me to do?"

"miss you."

Yi Zongyu put his arm around his waist and leaned slightly, and the distance between them suddenly shortened. Yu Jing even slowed down his breathing unconsciously, for fear of breaking this ambiguous and balanced atmosphere.

The man's eyes swept across his lips from bottom to top and landed on his eyebrows. Yu Jing's eyes were bright and he looked at Yi Zongyu seductively.

A stream of kisses followed, light and soft.

Yu Jing was fascinated by his kiss, a kind of tenderness that could be sensed from the movements to the entanglement of breath. Every time, Yi Zongyu seemed to be afraid of kissing him to pieces, so his movements were gentle and serious.

"Open your mouth."

Yi Zongyu patted his waist, and Yu Jing did as he was told, responding to the man obediently and pitifully. His cheeks were slightly red and hot, and he felt like he was being warmed by a heater.

"It's okay..." He pushed Yi Zongyu's shoulder while gasping for breath, "Yi Zongyu."

"Ah."

The man agreed verbally, but his big hands reached into his clothes and asked in a low voice:

"What's okay?"

Yu Jing turned his head and gasped, his eyebrows slightly frowned, looking innocent and aggrieved.

"They are all outside, be serious."

"I didn't kiss you outside." Yi Zongyu made a reasonable response.

Yu Jing whispered, "That's enough kissing."

Yi Zongyu raised his eyebrows lightly, smiled, held him in his arms, and kissed the side of his neck.

"Baby's kiss today tastes like strawberry."

Yu Jing's face was completely burning, and he pinched Yi Zongyu's waist.

"Don't talk anymore."

"Yeah." Yi Zongyou laughed twice, "I won't say anymore."

After hugging him for a while, Yu Jing couldn't help but remind him, "It's been too long, get out."

Yi Zongyu couldn't help but peck him on the mouth, then opened the door.

A group of people gathered at the door, eavesdropping and looking over at him. Yu Jing felt his mind go blank and he was so overwhelmed that he wanted to find a hole to bury himself.

Yi Zongyou frowned:

"What's wrong with you?"

Xue Feihan uttered a "hmm" before he reacted, and immediately went back into the house with an apologetic smile.

"Oh, I saw you two in the room for so long. I was worried about you."

"That's right." Ethan pushed the door open and walked into the bedroom. "I'm curious, I haven't been to your room for a long time."

"It's different after Xiaojing moved in. Such a big bedroom doesn't seem empty anymore."

The two of them began to change the subject, chatting away, and looked around the room.

Xu Tingbo had no interest in prying into other people's privacy, but at this moment he was pulled in by Xue Feihan.

"Zong You's room is just like a museum. If you don't see it this time, there will be nothing to see next time." Xue Feihan said mysteriously.

“…I can understand if Yi Zongyou calls the police to arrest you one day.”

"Shhh."

Yu Jing, on the contrary, seemed like an outsider. He stood at the door with his arm around Yi Zongyu's, watching everyone browse their room openly.

Actually, there is nothing much to see. Yi Zongyu’s bedroom has only one characteristic: it is big.

But after Yu Jing moved in, it seemed like everything was right. There were dolls, printed pajamas, photo frames, drawing boards, brushes, comic books...

It's so tidy that it looks like a couple's room.

In Yi Zongyu's bookcase is placed a set of blind boxes that he bought for Yu Jing, a series of Chinese comic characters, and it is also a hidden version.

"Oh my god, Yi Zongyou, you actually have this."

Xue Feihan opened the glass door of the bookcase and looked at it carefully.

"Can I touch it?"

Yi Zongyou said resolutely: "No."

"How stingy." Xue Feihan began to browse the bookcase again.

Just as I was about to close it, I saw a black bottle in the corner with words written all over it in English. My myopia came into play at this moment.

He reached out and took it out, muttering, "What the hell is this? It's still hidden."

Ethan glanced at it inadvertently and took a breath:

"You, you put him down, damn it, Xue Feihan, you, you?"

Xue Feihan took it in his hand and took a closer look. A large English word on the bottle caught his eye: lubrication

After all, he had studied abroad, so he let out a "fuck" and looked at Ethan.

"Are you going to die just standing there? Hurry up, put it back."

Ethan glanced back, and while no one was paying attention, he urged him in a low voice.

"Oh, oh, oh, that's right." Xue Feihan realized it later. Who would have thought that his hand shook and the bottle fell out and rolled on the ground.

Now even if no one else is paying attention, you have to pay attention.

Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, staring blankly at the bottle rolling on the ground, and then stopped at Fu Siyin's feet.

Yi Zongyu raised his eyes and looked at Xue Feihan coldly.

The other person was still standing there with his hand holding the bottle, with an expression that said "I really didn't mean it, don't hit me."

Yu Jing bit his lip, and almost hid behind Yi Zongyu. He closed his eyes and wished he could die right now. He really wanted to die...

I would like to ask who here has not studied abroad...

Everyone in the room fell silent at the same time.

I finally understand what it means. You can hear a pin drop on the ground in such silence.

Fu Siyin looked at the bottle at his feet, hesitated for a long time, then slowly bent down to pick up the hot potato.

"Well, this." He cleared his throat, "this..."

Ethan pushed Xue Feihan out. "It's his. It fell out of his pocket."