After bankruptcy, I was pampered by the boss

Before he could even resist, he was picked up and carried towards the bedroom.

……

Yu Jing opened his slightly red lips and gasped for breath as he rested.

The heat around him seemed to be slowly expanding. His head felt a little dizzy and he even felt as if there was a fire in the room roasting him.

"Baby, do it again."

"No..." Yu Jing said anxiously, "Don't."

Yi Zongyu held his ankle and rubbed it repeatedly, but his eyes were always fixed on him.

"Then call me something nice."

Hearing this, Yu Jing turned his head and pursed his lips, his earlobes gradually turning red.

"What sounds good?"

"What do you think?"

"I do not know either…"

Seeing this, Yi Zongyou grabbed his ankle and pulled it towards him, frightening Yu Jing so much that he quickly said:

"Let me think about it."

He curled his lips in grievance, sniffed, and silently thought about what to shout.

What can I shout? At least tell him to stop torturing himself. If he continues, it will be dawn.

"hurry up."

Yi Zongyu had lost his patience as he watched him lying on the bed, looking like he was being bullied.

Yu Jing blinked and said in a low, sweet voice:

"husband."

Yi Zongyu's breathing tightened, as if he didn't expect him to shout like that. His heart was beating wildly, and the blood seemed to be connected directly to his temples, and all the emotions and inhibitions in his body were flowing down.

He grasped Yu Jing's ankles and pulled him over, pressing down on him and kissing him uncontrollably.

"Yi Zongyou! You don't keep your word."

Yu Jing blushed and pushed him, "You bastard!"

"Yi Zongyou!"

If he had known that he would have to do it again no matter what, he would have simply given up and stopped calling him husband.

……

The next day, Yu Jing tossed and turned and slept until the afternoon. His legs were so weak that he couldn't even stand up.

He endured the pain in his waist and pulled over the nightgown to take a look. It had been torn to the point that it could no longer be worn.

I really don’t know what this bastard Yi Zongyu wants to do.

With no clothes to wear, Yu Jing had no choice but to lie back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his mouth curled in grievance:

"Beast."

When Yi Zongyou came in, he happened to see him like this and couldn't help laughing.

"are you hungry?"

Yu Jing stared at the ceiling with a fearless look on his face and ignored him.

Yi Zongyou picked him up with a smile and kissed him on the face: "You're throwing a tantrum again."

"Yu Jing."

"Silly?"

Yu Jing deliberately kept a cold face, but his eyes were naturally soft and cute, and even his anger seemed like he was acting coquettishly.

"I don't want to care about you."

"What's wrong with you?" Yi Zongyou hugged him and coaxed him softly, "Tell me."

Yu Jing pointed at his pajamas and said angrily: "Are you a beast?"

Yi Zongyu smiled gently, his deep eyes full of doting.

"Sorry, I'll be more careful next time."

Yu Jing said "oh", but no one would believe him. He will be more careful next time. He said the same thing last time.

"Are you hungry?" He held the angry person in his arms, "I cooked your favorite dishes, get up and eat something, it's already past two o'clock."

"I'm not hungry."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Jing's stomach growled at an inopportune time and his ears immediately turned red.

Yi Zongyu couldn't help laughing, he got up, changed him into pajamas, and carried him to the living room.

"My waist is so sore." Yu Jing drank the milk pitifully.

"Can you help me check if my waist is still there, or if it's gone?"

Yi Zongyu turned his head to look cooperatively, then continued to peel the shrimps, "I'm here, don't worry."

Yu Jing snorted and continued to eat.

The end of the year is approaching, and the temperature has dropped to the lowest in the past few days. The whole city is howling with the biting and huge north wind, but the house is warm. The two of them are eating while chatting with each other.

At the same time, a black Zonda stopped in front of a teahouse in Beijing. A bodyguard got out of the passenger seat, walked to the right and opened the door.

The man in the back seat frowned slightly as if he had just woken up, took a deep breath, and got up and got out of the car.

His eyes were narrow and slightly upturned, with a dark red mole deep in his eyelids, which gave him a natural charm and cruelty. His jawline was thin and tight, giving him a sickly and weird look.

The manager of Qinglu Tea House had already been waiting at the door to greet the visitor. He nodded slightly and said:

"Mr. Peng, please."

The man lowered his eyes and hummed, then walked into the teahouse, followed by two bodyguards on his left and right.

The attendant led me to a private tea room, swiped my card to open the door, and the attendant raised his hand respectfully: "Please come in."

There was a figure standing in front of the window in the tea room, about thirty years old, with his back to the door.

His eyes were fixed on the cold and lonely winter scenery outside the window, and he didn't seem to react much to the visitor.

"So leisurely?" The man sat down and slowly poured a cup of tea.

The person by the window reacted and turned to look at him.

“It’s not about being leisurely, it’s about looking for opportunities.”

Peng Jiali held the teacup and curled the corners of his lips, as if with some mockery in mind.

"It seems that you have grown a lot in prison over the past few years. Purgatory is a test of one's character."

Xie Heng ignored his joke, sat down opposite Peng Jiali, and began to slowly make and pour tea.

"Old Xie gave a time, saying it would be after the Chinese New Year, on the eighth day of the first lunar month."

Peng Jiali: "Sure, I'm not in a hurry for the time being anyway."

After that, he smiled with interest, staring at Jie Heng with the corners of his eyes raised: "And it's time to behave yourself recently."

Jie Heng: "What do you mean?"

Peng Jiali: "Do you know whose people went to the guild hall this morning?"

"Who?"

"One of Yi Chang's men."

A trace of hatred flashed across Jie Heng's eyes, "So what?"

"You really are." Peng Jiali sneered.

"I just praised you for being mature, why are you so muddled again? Just listen to me."

"speak."

"He is a bodyguard under Yi Chang. He is not an important character, but the one with him is Qin Yuancheng's subordinate."

"Qin Yuancheng?"

"Yi Zongyou's grandfather is a military man, can you afford to offend him?"

Jie Heng took a sip of tea and asked, "What are they going to do?"

"I had two drinks in the VIP area and left."

"Just to have two glasses of wine?" Jie Heng asked.

"No one would believe that." Peng Jiali put down his teacup. "It's just a hint."

"Yi Chang himself is smart. He knows how to borrow a knife."

Peng Jiali rubbed his brows and his voice became colder:

"Although the date is set for the eighth day of the first lunar month, I still feel like something is wrong. Tell Lao Xie to postpone the date by a week, and don't do anything until then."

"Okay, got it." Jie Heng took out a document and put it on the table. "Would you like to take a look?"

Peng Jiali leaned on the sofa and looked over with half-closed eyes, "What?"

"The one next to Yi Zongyu, his name is Yu Jing."

"I don't bother to understand these things." Peng Jiali closed his eyes again and pulled the corners of his lips, "You are also bad. You have to attack other people's little lover."

Jie Heng sneered.

"Lover? Yi Zongyou is not just playing around."

"He protected this man named Yu Jing thoroughly, fearing that we would be swallowed by him."

"I posted a few photos some time ago, which was a bit of a mistake. As a result, there are more and more dogs around Yu Jing now. I have to find an opportunity to take action."

Peng Jiali sneered again and said nonchalantly, "You are so mean to post photos."

"When I think about the fact that he has a soft spot, I feel like these past few years of waiting have not been in vain."

Jie Heng's eyes were fierce, "Sooner or later I will make him taste what I endured in the past."

"Aqiu——"

Yu Jing suddenly sneezed. He put down the game controller and rubbed his nose. "Who is cursing me?"

Yi Zongyu turned up the temperature in the game room and touched his head.

"Have you caught a cold again?"

"No, I...Aqiu——"

Yu Jing was stunned, "Who is cursing me?"

Yi Zongyou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he tapped his forehead and said, "I'll go get the medicine, wait."