suddenly married the director

The two finished the meal like a whirlwind while making jokes.

Chen Huai slumped on the stool with a distended stomach, with a satisfied expression on his face.

"Old Wang's craftsmanship is really good, it seems very good to be able to rely on your meal ticket." Chen Huai calculated wretchedly.

"You just feel it now—" Wang Zhizheng leaned forward slightly, showing a slightly ambiguous smile, "My biggest advantage is not just my good cooking skills..."

Wang Zhizheng has an extremely handsome appearance, but usually he usually has a superior posture, which always gives off a sharp feeling, which makes people feel that it is difficult to get close to him.

But in fact, his facial features are not sharp, and it can even be said that he is inclined to the handsome and elegant one.

It was his decisive and progressive attitude in the workplace that made people chill, and even the evaluation of pure appearance was off.

After getting along with each other for a long time, Chen Huai gradually noticed the gentle side of Wang Zhizheng. His elegant facial features and a temperament that was slightly out of touch with the elite image in private gradually replaced the original sharp image.

More like someone who can be approached.

It also looks better.

At this moment, when he leaned forward like this, his eyes sparkled, which made Chen Huai feel amazed.

Damn it, this person obviously doesn't have peach blossom eyes, but it seems that peach blossom petals can float out of his eyes.

"Old Wang, can you stop laughing so obscenely?" Chen Huai trembled a few times, as if pretending to be real.

In fact, his heart really boiled just now. Fortunately, all his blood is concentrated in his stomach now, otherwise he might have flowed to an indescribable part of his lower body.

so close!

The noble image of not eating fireworks is finally preserved.

Chen Huai gave himself a thumbs up for his inner speed.

Wang Zhizheng: "..."

Can this person still recover? Doesn't he have hormones in his body?

Mr. Wang seriously considered whether to take this ignorant person in front of him to the hospital for examination.

Chen Huai still looked heartless on the surface, but in fact, one hand was secretly pinching his thigh, and at the same time, he was desperately warning the third leg not to be impulsive.

Wang Zhizheng saw that his face was empty, and a ball of unhappiness rose in his heart, he stretched out one foot and kicked him: "Go, wash the dishes."

"Ah?" Chen Huai was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he said, "Isn't a domineering president supposed to be gentle and considerate in decathlon, cooking and washing dishes? Old Wang, you are failing like this..."

"Get lost." Wang Zhizheng didn't drink any of his ecstasy soup, "That was before marriage, I already got it, so what's so gentle and considerate, sharing housework is the first secret to a harmonious marriage."

"Besides..." Boss Wang looked at him resentfully, "A domineering president is always seven times a night, and I haven't succeeded even once, and I still sleep on the sofa when I'm drunk. ..."

He actually knows the legend about the domineering president seven times in one night!

What the hell is Mr. Wang watching?

Chen Huai despised: "Old Wang, it's hard for you to become a real president if you are so fussy."

Wang Zhizheng looked at him speechlessly: "...I'm not the real CEO in the first place, your aggressive methods are useless, stop talking nonsense, and hurry up and wash the dishes."

Chen Huai resigned himself to his fate and went to wash the dishes with his swollen belly.

Don't look at Wang Zhizheng's lively appearance while cooking and eating, but when Chen Huai washed the dishes and came out, he was lying on the sofa and fell asleep again, with his apron still on.

Is this on my sofa?

Chen Huai felt that the corner of his mouth was twitching again, and then he fell silent again when he saw the faint blue circle around Wang Zhizheng's eyes.

Although Wang Zhizheng seemed to go to bed early last night, it was actually very difficult to get a good rest when he was drunk, and he got up early today to buy vegetables and cook.

I really don't know what time I got up.

Chen Huai reluctantly went over to take off his apron, but saw that he was still wearing yesterday's clothes under the apron.

Didn't even take a shower...

Chen Huai didn't realize that there was something similar to distressed emotion in his heart.

"Old Wang, wake up." Chen Huai patted his cheek lightly.

Wang Zhizheng just squinted his eyes, and opened his eyes at the slightest sign of trouble: "Uh, it really is full of warmth and lust, and I feel sleepy when I'm full."

Chen Huai didn't argue with him this time, but just handed him the pajamas he had changed: "Go take a shower first, and sleep in my room after washing."

Wang Zhizheng frowned, and Chen Huai seemed to see a few peach blossoms flying over again, the man's voice was low, with undisguised joy: "Sleep together?"

Chen Huai: "...I get enough sleep, I'll read a book in the living room later."

Wang Zhizheng was contemptuous, and his tone was persuasive: "What's the point of reading a book, how can it be more interesting than doing some serious things?"

Chen Huai knew that the "serious things" in his mouth were definitely not serious without asking, so he ignored his suggestion and said with a straight look in his eyes: "Young people can't just think about being interesting all day long, they have to think about what they can do to society. contribute."

After finishing speaking, Wang Zhizheng pushed him into the bathroom while Wang Zhizheng was still in a mess in the wind: "Mr. Wang, wash up and go to sleep quickly."

The day passed without knowing it.

Wang Zhizheng slept in the room, while Chen Huai sat on the small wicker chair on the balcony to read.

The setting sun has sunk, and the afterglow has begun to take on the dark color of ashes.

And the book in his hand has only turned two pages so far.

It seems to be in the midst of a huge noise, unable to calm down and read the lines of words that are not obscure.

But in fact, the house is very quiet now, Wang Zhizheng is sleeping well, and there is no unnecessary noise.

Chen Huai knew that it was his heart that made the noise.

He has lived alone for a long time, and he is used to spending silent weekends by himself, watching the sunset go down silently again and again.

Then end one day after another without knowing where the future is and when the return date will be.

The house has never been so lively.

Even though there were only two of them, it seemed as if the barren land had suddenly come to life.

"It's all Lao Wang's fault, and the progress of reading is not going well now." Chen Huai looked at the pages of the book spread out on his lap, feeling very conflicted.

After night fell, Wang Zhizheng finally woke up from a full sleep.

Chen Huai intentionally appeared to be considerate, but he had just eaten the meal cooked by Wang Zhizheng, and after making a more objective evaluation and comparison of his cooking skills in his heart, he decided not to embarrass himself so easily in the short term .

So the two of them went out together and had a hasty dinner, and Wang Zhizheng naturally lay down again in the evening.

This time his reason was very aboveboard - he wanted to take Chen Huai to play with Mei Sixiu and the others tomorrow, so he ran around.

Chen Huai didn't get serious with him either, he's already slept through, is there any difference between one night, two nights and three nights?

As for whether he no longer rejects Wang Zhizheng's approach in his heart, and even begins to look forward to something...

Before Chen Huai could figure it out, he fell asleep.