Mr. Wang told me to cross-dress and I don't follow [Entertainment]

it's late...it's over...

Chai Ziming felt that his future was dark.

He bet fifty cents that the suit he was wearing today was of a similar style, so it must have been put away at Boss Xiao Wang's house.

Are you going to die like this tonight?Or die like that?

No matter how he wanted to die, Mr. Wang's car drove back to his home smoothly.

When the car was parked in the garage, President Xiao Wang got out of the car and planned to lock the car, but Chai Ziming still held the door and refused to get out of the car: "My lord, do you want to eat late at night? Do you want to eat late at night? Do you want to go out for a meal?"

Wang Jiarong opened the door, but didn't pull it. He couldn't laugh or cry: "Okay, I won't force you to do anything. Get out of the car, there is something in my refrigerator, waiting for you, a chef, to make it."

Chai Ziming shook his fingers: "Either you want me to wear strange clothes, or you want me to cook."

Wang Jiarong sounded like he was being so mean, and felt that he was a bully: "Then I'll cook. Can you stay tonight? I want to go out with you tomorrow."

Dating.

Chai Ziming's eyes lit up, and then he asked Wang Jiarong quite late: "Can you cook?"

Wang Jiarong didn't think at all: "I swear by my many years of experience, I can cook rice, and I can only cook instant noodles, cook hot pot, and barbecue."

Chai Ziming: "..."

Cooking is washing rice and plugging it into a rice cooker. Anyone with a normal IQ can do it!

Chai Ziming was too lazy to toss: "Then have hot pot tonight."

Wang Jiarong immediately agreed: "Okay."

But when it was time to cook hot pot, Chai Ziming realized that he had overestimated Wang Jiarong.

After the two entered the house, Wang Jiarong took a bottle of beer for Chai Ziming from the refrigerator.

Then he took out a lot of things from the refrigerator: "There are chicken, duck, beef, mutton balls, green vegetables, cabbage, spinach, baby vegetables, winter melon, tomato, tofu—"

Chai Ziming quickly stopped: "Wait, are you going to make a big mess?"

Wang Jiarong is quite confident: "That's right, isn't hot pot just a lot of things that have been cut and rolled down to brush?"

Chai Ziming was dumbfounded: "The last soup must taste strange."

Wang Jiarong turned to search in the refrigerator, and took out a small box: "The secret treasure of the hot pot bottom material-thick soup treasure. Hey, don't drink the last soup, because the hot pot has been boiled for a long time, and there are too many mixed things in the soup. gone."

Chai Ziming couldn't take it anymore: "I'll do it."

"Good snail brother." Wang Jiarong gave way to Chai Ziming, waiting for the virtuous classmate Xiao Ming to come online.

Chai Ziming rummaged through the pile of food materials. While searching, he said to Wang Jiarong: "Meat must be processed first, otherwise it will be thrown directly into the hot pot, and it will be fishy. If it is cooked for a long time, the meat will taste like wood. Spinach It has to be boiled in boiling water before it can be put together with tofu—”

Wang Jiarong listened carefully and watched even more seriously.

When a person is serious, that concentrated gesture is the most seductive.

Chai Ziming had already removed his makeup, and his face looked a little lacking in energy and blood because he had just removed his makeup.But that fair complexion, under the lights of Mr. Wang's house, seemed to be able to shine through.

Suddenly remembered something, and Wang Jiarong ran to the side to grab something.

Chai Ziming didn't know why President Xiao Wang ran away suddenly. He thought there was something urgent, so he stopped explaining.

In less than 2 minutes, Wang Jiarong took out the things, which were packed in plastic bags and obviously had not been opened.

The speed of unpacking things is always faster than packing them. Wang Jiarong unpacked the two plastic bags and held one in one hand: "Apron, which one do you like?"

One apron is a thin white belt, with a square bag in the front, with a kitten printed on it, and the other is a blue belt, which also has a bag in the front, but the whole is cross-striped.

It all looks normal.

The main reason is that Mr. Xiao Wang has too many criminal records about clothes, which makes Chai Ziming have to be on guard.

Chai Ziming took the one with the blue strap and tied it on himself: "I wear it and you wear it too."

Wang Jiarong didn't mind at all, shrugged, and put on the apron calmly.

Chai Ziming dressed more casually, but wearing an apron was not too special.Wang Jiarong is wearing a suit and a small apron with a cat printed on it. The sense of incompatibility has broken through the cosmic level.

"Pfft—" Chai Ziming couldn't hold back, and laughed over there, "A suit is probably the most unsuitable look for an apron I've ever seen."

Wang Jiarong looked down at himself: "I think it's okay, stay at home."

Chai Ziming didn't care about the question, he hummed and took all the selected dishes away to the kitchen: "I'll deal with it first, you get the pot up."

"Okay." Wang Jiarong always felt that his style was a little tight, so he untied the apron again, took off the suit jacket, put on the shirt and trousers with the apron, put it on again, then rolled up the sleeves of the shirt and started working live.

Fortunately, he still has some life skills, and he can still boil water and plug in a plug.

Eating hot pot is actually quite simple.

It's just that the ingredients that are generally prepared at home, especially the meat ones, always need to be processed when they are put in the hot pot.

They didn't eat any staple food after eating hot pot, and the two of them still felt their stomachs were empty, so Chai Ziming also cooked some noodles.

By the time everything is ready and eaten, it is already too late.

The two, still wearing aprons, sat in their seats as if paralyzed.

Wang Jiarong touched his stomach: "It seems like I ate too much."

Chai Ziming then touched his stomach: "You have taken out too many things, and you will be full after taking a bite of everything."

Wang Jiarong looked at Chai Ziming: "Why don't you untie your apron?"

Chai Ziming chuckled: "Because I didn't untie you and I didn't think about untying it. I think you look good in an apron."

Wang Jiarong: "..."

Chai Ziming picked up his phone and took a picture of Wang Jiarong: "Keep it as a souvenir."

Wang Jiarong didn't stop him either, just sat in the chair and watched Chai Ziming.

In many cases, it is a matter of course for a person to meet and know each other and love each other.

There is no earth-shattering love and hatred, no eternal vows.

Wang Jiarong and Chai Ziming had such a tacit understanding that they did not choose to make it public.

There is a tacit understanding and only disclosed the situation to some people who should know.

Now I also have a tacit understanding of eating.

There is also a tacit understanding later... Cough cough cough.

Wang Jiarong got up and put away the bowls and chopsticks: "I'll throw these into the dishwasher. Rinse the pot a little bit, and the labor union will come to get it at midnight tomorrow."

Chai Ziming buried his head to look at the photo he just took: "Yes."

Wang Jiarong chuckled lightly.

The table was cleared, and it was getting late, so the next step was to wash and go to bed.

Wang Jiarong took Chai Ziming to the bathroom and explained to him the usage of the commonly used items: "Cold water, hot water, shampoo, shower gel, facial cleanser, conditioner... here is the Yuba, and the heater..."

As a company president, Wang Jiarong enjoys life very much.

So the bathtub has a massage function.

The toilet is automatic flushing.

The sink faucet is sensory.

There is a simple washing machine connected under the sink, which is suitable for washing some simple clothes.

Chai Ziming felt as if he had arrived at the presidential suite today and came to enjoy it.

He started to fill the bathtub with water: "Hey, I want to take a bath."

Wang Jiarong nodded: "Well, you wash first."

With that said, he exited the bathroom rather gentlemanly.

Chai Ziming quickly pulled off his clothes. Winter clothes were not suitable for the washing machine, so he threw them all into the basket next to him.

Facing the mirror, he admired himself for a while, and then with a hey hey, he turned on the heater and tossed into the bathtub.

First I poured some bath salts, and then added a spoonful. Chai Ziming stirred it and then was dumbfounded: "Mist grass, there are so many foams, more than water..."

So he immediately assumed that he was not the one who put the bath salt just now, and continued to wait for the water to release wildly.

After finding shampoo, he washed his hair first.

After rinsing it with foam, he was still rubbing his head, when Wang Jiarong knocked on the door suddenly: "Chai Ziming, have you taken it off yet?"

Chai Ziming groaned psychologically: "What's wrong? Do you want to wash with me?"

Wang Jiarong's voice was calm and calm, without any temptation: "No, I'll send you pajamas."

Chai Ziming thought that he didn't lock the bathroom just now, so he quickly got into the bathtub and shouted: "You take it in, I didn't lock it."

As soon as Wang Jiarong came in, he saw Chai Ziming in a pile of foam, with a head of foam on his head, and immediately laughed: "You have a lot of foam in this foam bath."

Chai Ziming groaned twice, raised his hand to close the bathroom curtain, and submerged himself in the water.

Wang Jiarong was holding a bag in his hand, and he put the bag beside him: "I put the pajamas here, and I will take out your clothes."

Chai Ziming replied: "Okay."

Wang Jiarong walked out with a smile on his face.

After half an hour,

Chai Ziming rinsed off the foam, but he didn't dare to soak for too long, for fear of wrinkles all over his body.

When the whole body was washed clean, he looked down at himself and thought for half a second... Well, it doesn't mean that he is underneath~

Now Chai Ziming has already made up his mind, taking advantage of tomorrow's holiday, he will have sex with President Xiao Wang today.

Hee hee hee hee hee hee...

Can't help but dance in front of the mirror.

better to dance~

Chai Ziming happily picked up a towel beside him and wiped his head. After wiping, he wanted to find a bath towel...

Where are the bath towels?

He looked puzzled at the bracket hanging on the wall, there was none.

The cupboards in the bathroom are open one by one, nothing.

The clothes basket... is empty, and Mr. Wang just took all the clothes away.

Only the pajamas Mr. Wang brought...

Chai Ziming felt very bad...

He swallowed, wrapped the towel around his neck, and took a look at the bag.

It's all black!

Inside the bag was clearly a set of prison uniforms, neatly folded, top and trousers, without underwear.

In the whole bathroom, there is nothing to hide now: a set of prison uniforms, no underwear, and two towels that cannot be spliced ​​together.

Guoben still wore prison uniform without underwear.

pick one of two.

Chai Ziming was about to explode.

He wanted to overturn the table, tear up his clothes, and kill Mr. Wang.

But as soon as he thought that he was going to run away, he was scared.

Daily counseling.

The shameless Chai Ziming had no choice but to put on this shameful dress...

Because there are only towels, the water droplets on the body quickly wet the clothes, and the clothes that were originally shameful are even more wrong now.

Chai Ziming looked down at himself, feeling a little tight in his throat.

Hmph, Mr. Wang has to take a bath anyway.

When he took a shower, I immediately searched for new pajamas!

He was determined, determined, determined, absolutely not to wear this suit!

Opening the bathroom door, he wiped his hair and walked towards President Xiao Wang's room.

Wang Jiarong leaned on the bed and looked at his mobile phone, the dim light of the bedside lamp next to him shone on his face, his hair was slightly damp, and it looked like he had been washed.

He is wearing a simple...

P is simple! ! !

Chai Ziming pointed at Wang Jiarong, his fingers trembling: "Why are you still wearing summer watchman's clothes after washing?"

The clothes of the guards in summer are short-sleeved dark jackets with epaulets and suit pants on the lower body.

"There's more than one bathroom." Wang Jiarong raised his head and looked at Chai Ziming. He had built his face thicker than the city wall. "This set of pajamas matches your pajamas."

Chai Ziming tugged at his clothes, his face swollen with anger: "Ghost's pajamas, where's the normal pajamas? Where's the pajamas you usually wear?"

"Is it cold? I've been heating for a while." Wang Jiarong asked suddenly.

"It's not cold. No, I'm applying for a change of clothes!" Chai Ziming pulled the clothes of his jacket and shook them, "Is it decent to wear? Tell me!"

Wang Jiarong smiled and waved to Chai Ziming: "Come here."

Chai Ziming was vigilant: "What are you doing? I won't pass without giving me normal clothes."

Wang Jiarong put the phone aside and unbuttoned his shirt: "Oh, why don't you come here?"

Chai Ziming: "..."

Wang Jiarong unbuttoned another button: "Huh?"

Chai Ziming: "..."

Never go again!He even wondered if he was a man!

Chai Ziming slammed the door with his backhand, and Ma Liu climbed onto the bed, leaning on Wang Jiarong's body: "Seduction. Lure?"

Wang Jiarong has achieved his goal and is quite satisfied: "As long as it can be successful, any method can be used."

Chai Ziming seemed to have the upper hand, he didn't know how big the difference in force between the two sides was, and he was secretly refreshed: it turned out that Xiao Wang was always at the bottom.

And Wang Jiarong bit Chai Ziming's lip, and laughed out of his throat, as if he had figured out Chai Ziming's thoughts: "Haha."

Taking advantage of Chai Ziming's stupefaction, he directly overturned and pinned him down, his movements were dexterous and rough.