On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

"You didn't tell me when you showed me the initial plan that you had an abstract version hidden." The voice floated down from above their heads and landed lightly on a few people, making their shoulders sink.

Chi Mu didn't know where he came in, but the moment they looked up, he was already standing behind them with his arms folded.

"Qian, isn't it time for us to get the stamp? It's only a few days away, and the internship stamp is a big deal." Wu Zhefan stood up suddenly, pulled Chen Qian out, and saw that Chen Qian wanted to say something, so he quickly freed up one hand to cover his mouth.

In fact, Chen Qian originally wanted to say that it didn't matter if he didn't go out, but before he could say anything, Wu Zhefan had already covered his mouth, and he could only be dragged out of the door as if he was kidnapped.

Wu Zhefan was still feeling proud when he reached a place where Chi Mu could not reach him. Once again, he quickly and skillfully escorted the unrelated people away from the scene. Well done.

Just as he had stepped out with one foot, the pride in his heart suddenly plummeted. He even bent his steps, let go of Chen Qian, and turned his body 180 degrees.

Tsk, I almost forgot that there is still one person left who cannot be saved.

He put his head in the door, half of himself hidden behind the wall, and with his back to Chi Mu, he winked at the child who didn't react, and lip-synced to perfection, "Let's go."

"I'm really looking forward to the internship chapter, brother. I've worked hard for a month just for this moment." Sun Cheng got it immediately. He was tall and had wide steps. After taking two steps, his hand was already on the door frame. After stepping out sideways, he kindly closed the door gently.

The cheerful atmosphere in the house suddenly stopped in front of the closed door, and the modeling boy, who was a little slow to react, also stopped at the door.

"Brother Chi... Mr. Chi? When we talk about abstraction, we usually mean abstract art, you know.

"Art, very elegant."

"I believe in your aesthetic sense. Please open it and take a look first."

Later, according to Vice President Wu’s special report: The young man sacrificed a small part of his life for his abstract art.

The young man himself said: Capitalist exploitation is everywhere, no matter how hard you try, there is nothing you can do, so...

After hearing this, everyone just wants to ask sincerely: how can someone without a draft continuously and without taking a breath spit out an 800-word essay?

However, the internship group was able to piece together a rough outline of the truth through this short essay, which was that the weekend hiking plan that the young man had made last week was ruined by his sophomore-year passion for abstract art.

"I'm still very curious about the contents of that file." Chen Qian said regretfully.

"Yeah." Sun Cheng also nodded beside him.

"It was deleted so cleanly." The modeler finally gave up after searching for an entire afternoon. "It's nowhere to be found. They even cleared out the trash for me."

"You just said you opened the file, right?" Wu Zhefan had been silent until he spoke up at this moment, his eyes moving constantly until they finally landed on the corner of the wall.

The modeler nodded, his eyes lighting up as if he'd been hit on the head by an apple. "The first week after you returned to China, you said you were worried I'd play games at work, so you installed a surveillance camera to keep an eye on me."

"The password for viewing the surveillance camera is with me." Wu Zhefan returned to the computer following the surveillance camera's angle.

……

"You've been so happy since you came back this afternoon. It's already evening, and you're still so happy. What happened today?" Chi Mu brought the rice and placed it on the table. Seeing Chen Qian's raised mouth, his mood also became better.

"Really? Maybe it's because I'm about to be released from the early morning class and I've also received my internship certificate." Chen Qian's words were half true and half false, and he tried to control the corners of his mouth to turn downward.

He couldn't just say that it was because he couldn't forget the residual image of the abstract model after everyone watched it together, and the impression was deepened every time he saw Chi Mu's face, so he couldn't help laughing, right?

Everyone will be packed up and sent to the cleaning department to work part-time...

"Is that so? After your internship, you still have some time for summer vacation. Have you decided what to do and where to go for fun?" Chi Mu was adding soup to his bowl.

"Not yet, but they said they want to go and play with Qi Yu and Ke Wu for two days... That's enough, I feel like all the meat in this pot is in my bowl, and the corn and pork ribs soup is about to become corn soup." Chen Qian looked at the bowl that was about to bulge into a small mountain, and hurriedly stopped Chi Mu and took his own soup bowl.

"Well, there's plenty of time. Are you going to move back home after your internship is over?"

"Ask Chen Tian later."

Chen Qian came out of the shower, but didn't see Chi Mu in the room. He rubbed his hair with the towel in his hand and walked out of the room.

As expected, the hardworking Mr. Chi was working on the computer in the study.

"It's late, do you want to take a shower first?" With a towel covering his head, he rubbed against Chi Mu.

"It's the last point. I'll go there in a moment." Chi Mu slid the mouse wheel, and the report scrolled down with the movement.

despair--

A drop of water fell on the paper on the table.

"Hey... let me wipe it for you." Chen Qian didn't wipe his hair for a few times before the water flowed out along the ends of his hair. He rubbed it twice carelessly with one hand, and took a tissue with the other hand to wipe the documents.

"Why didn't you blow dry your hair? You can't dry it like this." Chi Mu hadn't looked up just now, but now he saw that Chen Qian's clothes were also a little wet. He took the towel he was still rubbing in his hand, turned off the computer, stood up and said, "Come on, I'll blow dry your hair for you."

"Ah? Didn't you finish reading the document? I can just blow it myself." Chen Qian pulled a corner of the towel and was led out by Chi Mu.

"Let's go. We can watch it tomorrow. Didn't you just say it was too late? Let's rest early." Chi Mu exerted force with his hand, pulled the towel, and pulled Chen Qian who was standing there.

After leaving the study, Chen Qian loosened his towel. It was not convenient to walk with one shoe in front of the other; he always felt like he was about to step on the slippers in front of him.

Chi Mu noticed that the towel had lost its strength, so he felt behind him and found Chen Qian's hand.

The study is actually only a few steps away from the bedroom. Although Chen Qian didn't quite understand, he let him pull him along.

"It will be more comfortable to sit on the bed. I'll go get the hair dryer." Chi Mu wrapped the towel around Chen Qian's neck and turned to go to the bathroom.

When he came out again, he was holding a hair dryer in his hand, and Chen Qian had already sat closer to the head of the bed as instructed.

The hairdryer hummed, moving hot air around him.

Chen Qian thought about how most of the novels he had read before liked to write about the growing affection after a blowjob, but he actually never got that.

So it’s not enough to just imagine things, you need actual experience.

Chi Mu was now sitting cross-legged behind him. Her fingers kept running through his hair, occasionally touching his skin, which was tingling and itchy, and the hair dryer had made him feel hot, making him feel dizzy.

The air naturally became thick and inseparable, and sleepiness began to arise.