God always wants to bend me

"Fuck! They're too careless!" Jiang Chen rubbed his head, and complained to Song Qizhao: "Boss, these people are real, they don't even see the bed clearly, the difference between 1.5 meters and [-] meters is so big , the price must be very different, their boss must have lost their money now."

Song Qizhao couldn't help but said, "Do you still care if other people's bosses accompany you or not?"

"No, I'm not...not..." Jiang Chen said coyly, "I'm not afraid that they will find out that the bed was sent to the wrong person and come back to change it."

After Jiang Chen finished speaking, he paused for a few seconds, and under Song Qizhao's slightly weird gaze, he spoke again: "Boss, why don't we find a place to hide this bed first, and move him out after the limelight comes over?" ?”

Song Qizhao: ...

Boss Song seems to have gotten to know a new side of Jiang Xiaochen.

"You can sleep peacefully, they won't change it again." Song Qizhao said lightly, and began to close the files on the computer.

Right now, he is chatting with Jiang Chen while working, and it just happens to be finished now.

Jiang Chen didn't know what Song Qizhao meant, but since his boss said it was fine, he didn't care about it.

"Boss, what size bed did you want to buy me back then?" Jiang Chen looked at Song Qizhao with treacherous eyes and asked.

Song Qizhao paused for a moment while holding the mouse, and then said expressionlessly, "1.2 meters."

As soon as Jiang Chen heard it, he couldn't do it immediately, "Boss, you are too picky! At least you have to get a 1.5-meter one! 1.2 meters can admit my rough and unruly body!" After finishing speaking, he still waved He made a few looks that he thought highlighted his uninhibited figure.

But in Song Qizhao's eyes, his appearance was all naked temptation.

Boss Song scanned Jiang Chen up and down, and said flatly: "Your small body is just right for sleeping 1.2 meters."

Although Song Qizhao has a cold face and doesn't like to talk, but usually when he speaks, most of what he says hits the nail on the head.

Jiang Chen didn't know how to respond to what he said at the moment, he turned his eyes and saw the neat black and white big bed next to him, and jumped on it.

"Wait..." Song Qizhao was startled when he saw Jiang Chen's actions, and originally wanted to stop him, but Jiang Chen's actions were too fast, Jiang Chen was already lying on the bed as soon as he spoke.

"Boss, your bed is so comfortable, so comfortable." Jiang Chen lay on the bed with his face sideways and his eyes squinted, with a relaxed expression on his face.

Seeing this, Song Qizhao lowered his throat slightly.

Glancing at the place on the right where the bed leg was covered by the sheet, he said silently in his heart: This bed is of really good quality, even if the bed leg is almost broken by a saw, it can still withstand Jiang Chen's pounce.

But just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Jiang Chen non-stop rolling around on the bed.

"Haha, boss, your big bed is just comfortable." Jiang Chen rolled around twice and said.

Song Qizhao: ...

"Boss, my bed is similar to yours. I was thinking that the sofa is so comfortable and I still want to sleep on the sofa, but now I have changed my mind. This bed is more comfortable than the sofa. I want to sleep on the bed!" Jiang Chen rolled to the right twice and said again.

Song Qizhao: ...

"Hey, boss, it's not right, why do I feel that your bed is a bit unstable?" Jiang Chen stopped rolling, sat up from the bed with a slightly suspicious look in his eyes, and shook his body vigorously twice, "Boss, Look, does he shake slightly, look, look quickly, you..."

"Kang Dang..." There was a muffled sound, and the bed tilted down to the right. It was obvious that the legs of the bed were broken.

Song Qizhao: ...

Because the legs of this kind of bed are relatively short, even if the legs of the bed were broken, the vibration would not be too strong, but Jiang Chen was still a little dazed by the sudden change.

When he came back to his senses, he said to Song Qizhao, "Boss, I broke another bed."

"..." Song Qizhao's mood at the moment was really complicated.Originally, he asked someone to saw the legs of his bed today so that he could sleep in the same bed with Jiang Chen, but he didn't want Jiang Chen to sleep badly, what he wanted was to kick the leg of his bed when he went to sleep at night. Just a little broken bed leg, and then Jiang Chen will definitely come to see the sound when he hears the sound, and then he will just pretend to be lying on the bed and not knowing how the bed is broken.

Even if he doesn't say anything at that time, Jiang Chen will definitely happily invite him to sleep together.

Buying Jiang Chen a [-]m big bed is also for the two of them to sleep together when the bed breaks down.

It's just that Song Qizhao didn't expect Jiang Chen to come suddenly, and rolled around, interrupting his plan of kicking and breaking the bed legs himself.

Although the process has changed, the result is always the same, it's good that the bed is broken.

Song Qizhao pretended to go to the place where the bed leg was broken and squatted down, lifted the sheet to look at it, frowned and said, "The bed leg is broken."

"Damn it! Their store is too dark!" Jiang Chen got off the bed and saw where the bed leg was broken, and said indignantly: "The broken leg of the bed looks like it's obviously human-made. They must have sold you an inferior product!"

After Jiang Chen finished speaking, without waiting for Song Qizhao to speak, he hurriedly said: "Boss, where is their phone number, I have to complain, I must complain, this situation is too serious, absolutely cannot be tolerated!"

Song Qizhao hesitated, and said something that ruined his face.

"When I bought this bed, I was greedy for cheap. I knew there was a problem with this bed. They gave me 200 yuan cheaper before I bought it. So it's not appropriate to find them now."

"..." Jiang Chen looked at Song Qizhao with vague eyes, and said in disbelief: "Boss, you just bought this defective product back for 200 yuan?"

Song Qizhao felt very ashamed, especially embarrassing, especially in front of the person he liked, such words almost made him have an urge to raise his head at a 45-degree angle and look up at the sky to doubt his life.

But since the words have already been spoken, it is impossible not to admit them.

Under Jiang Chen's swishing gaze, Boss Song nodded with a sad heart and a calm surface.

At this moment, Song Qizhao was noble and glamorous in Jiang Chen's heart, and his unearthly aura instantly collapsed.

Jiang Chen felt that he had misunderstood the true temperament of his boss. According to Song Qizhao's appearance, he was obviously a very rustic, stingy and money-greedy upstart small boss.

But looking at Song Qizhao's demeanor, he really couldn't imagine what it was like for this man to be stingy and greedy for money.

Not knowing what to say to Song Qizhao, Jiang Chen hesitated for a long time, and said a substantive question at present, "Boss, now your bed is broken, so you can only sleep on the sofa tonight, boss, don't worry , our sofa is really comfortable, and it will never burn you."

Song Qizhao: ...Why is it different from what I imagined?