Disgusting

President Asen has just returned to China to take over Xingchen. It is the busiest time. Every day there will be a thick stack of paperwork on the office desk that needs to be signed by him. Xingchen is the largest film and television company in Asia. The projects he has passed are not small. Shen Na made millions of mistakes, so he still had to cheer up and keep a close eye on it.

Miss Wang, as his assistant, was also very busy, but at Fanghua's time, because of staying up late and working overtime every day, he didn't have three meals, so he had a sesame-sized pimple on his face impartially.For the miss king who loves his face like his life, this is really a terrible tragedy.

"Boss, seeing that tomorrow is the weekend again, I don't care, I don't want to work overtime, I want to go back and take good care of my skin... Ouch, my God, it's so eye-catching..."

Asen glanced at Miss Wang, who was making a fuss again in the mirror, and said sarcastically, "Your skin won't get any better even if you don't have acne. Let's forget it and continue to work overtime on weekends."

"Ah?!" Miss Wang wailed, but she also knew that since Asen had given the order, she would have no excuse to shirk it.

"Oh, I don't know how the skin of so many beauties with tender skin in the stars maintains their skin," the miss flipped through the list of newly sent artists, "Oh, boss, the Mu Yingdi is almost forty, right? So good? I can work overtime, can you ask him about his maintenance experience for me?"

"He's 34 this year," Asen said without looking up, "Don't tell him that he's going to be [-], he'll cut you off angrily, and he doesn't have any good maintenance methods, he's just a natural beauty."

Natural beauty……

My God, this is much more expensive than a lot of skin care products. Miss Wang bowed his head in frustration and continued to struggle with work.

Asen raised his head, talking about good skin, he suddenly remembered a person, a person he hadn't cared about for a week.

That skin is really good, he can almost want the silky lubricity of the tentacles, coupled with a pair of beautiful deer-like tricks...

Asen swallowed, "Leave work early today, and I'll give you half a day off tomorrow, and come back to work in the afternoon."

Miss Wang said yes, half a day is better than no rest.

After she cheered, she found that her boss had long since disappeared. She searched all the way, and found a silver POTSCHE galloping past at the gate of Xingchen.

Cut, driving such a flamboyant car must be going to meet a handsome guy again, no wonder she is given a holiday, Miss Wang thought disdainfully, it is probably because he wants to get away, hum.

Asen's sexual orientation has not been hidden from others. When he was in the corrupt country, not only his sexual orientation but also the criteria for choosing a spouse were public, so many young and beautiful artists wanted to take shortcuts from him.It's a pity that Asen has always kept a clear line between public and private, and easily refused to promise, and just played around like this and made others have nothing to say and no grievances to sue.

A real scumbag.

Miss Wang turned around proudly, she was going to find Xiao Xianrou to vent her anger, after holding it back for a week, she even developed pimples.

Qiu Xiaolu was entangled in a trivial matter, and he packed his things and left work a few minutes late, but when he left the office door, he found that the colleagues who had packed their things before the time was up, and rushed out with their bags as soon as the second hand came, were actually stuck in a traffic jam. The door is still there.

Qiu Xiaolu's heart skipped a beat. There was only one possibility for this to happen—the boss came to patrol the post, so everyone didn't dare to leave too early.

"Nana, what's the matter? The boss is here?" Qiu Xiaolu whispered to a familiar female colleague.

"No," she said back, "They're looking at the sports car at the door. This year's new model, you can't buy it for 800 million each."

Qiu Xiaolu stretched out his head to take a look. It was only a silver sports car, and he couldn't see how expensive it was.

"Then why don't you go, you are also interested in others?"

Nana rolled his eyes at him: "You don't even know about this? I'm waiting here. It must be because the owner of the car is a handsome guy. A handsome guy who drives a luxury car. I'm an old leftover girl. It's no wonder I'm going to leave."

"Leftover girl? Don't you have a boyfriend?" A female colleague over there laughed when she heard Nana's words, "You, don't rob us. It's better to go back and live with your boyfriend."

Nana was furious: "I can't just dump that old one!"

Qiu Xiaolu curled his lips, he didn't have someone he wanted yet, but there were people who didn't know how to cherish someone.

"I'm leaving." Qiu Xiaolu squeezed his way out of the crowd, "Goodbye, comrades."

Just kidding, he's not interested in sports cars (actually he can't afford them), and he's not interested in handsome guys (actually he's envious and jealous). Those in the dormitory are still waiting for him to go back and cook.

"Mr. Qiu." After walking a few steps, Qiu Xiaolu was stopped by someone, and when he looked up, hey, isn't this the boss of Xingchen?

Qiu Xiaolu's first reaction was, what trouble did the bully who can't sweep the floor do and ask him to pay for it? !So he pretended he didn't hear it, and bent his head down in a spineless way, intending to sneak away.

Then the hand was pulled.

There was a loud inhalation sound from the crowd, and then there were all kinds of gazes projected over.

Qiu Xiaolu secretly covered his face with his bag.

"Mr. Yasen, what's the matter with you?"

Asen frowned and looked at the onlookers on the steps: "We'll talk about it if we can get in the car."

Qiu Xiaolu hurriedly nodded.

When he arrived in the car, Asen didn't say a word. Looking in this direction, Qiu Xiaolu turned out to be going to the city center, but the dormitory he lived in was in the south of the city.

"Mr. Yasen, where are we going?"

Asen turned his head and gave him a friendly smile: "I treat you to dinner."

"No need, no need," Qiu Xiaolu hurriedly waved his hand, "I'm going back soon, today is Friday, I promised my roommates that I will cook them a big meal."

Asen paused, "It's okay, we'll pack them up after eating."

Then you can't eat him a meal for no reason.

"Mr. Yasen, just tell me if you have anything to do. I really won't go." Qiu Xiaolu said seriously, "Can I please stop at the bus stop in front?"

His tone was very insistent, Asen had no choice but to turn at the next intersection and parked in a roadside parking space in a small alley.

"I don't mean anything else, I just want to invite you to dinner." Asen looked at him sadly. "I haven't returned to China for a long time. When did the domestic rules change, and I can't even invite friends to dinner?"

"Friend, friend..." Qiu Xiaolu panicked, "Is it a bully, oh no, Sun Yu, did something wrong again? Tell me, I, I will lose money..."

As he said this, his hands involuntarily squeezed the bag tightly, obviously reluctant to part with it.

Asen smiled happily: "No, he did well."

That's bullshit, he didn't even look at the big guy sweeping the floor.

"I believe he will soon be able to pay off his debts."

This is also nonsense, President Asen will let him go when he is in a good mood, and if he is in a bad mood, he will just wait to sweep the ground for the rest of his life.

"I... have been eating at the hotel since I returned to China, and I haven't eaten a home-cooked meal. Do you want to cook a big meal for your roommates? Can I join?"

Well, this sentence is sincere, since he can't take Qiu Xiaolu to the hotel, it seems good to find a way to set foot in Qiu Xiaolu's house.

"Huh? The ones I made didn't taste good..."

"It's okay." Asen looked at him tearfully with wide eyes, "Don't you want to make it for me? Do you hate me?"

How does this make Xiaolu say no...

The door of the dormitory was ajar, Qiu Xiaolu opened the door and came in, Lu Ziang looked up at him from the magazine.

"came back?"

"Uh-huh……"

"Brother Xiaolu, you came back a bit late today." San'er raised his head from the upper bunk, "Hey, the big meal that was agreed upon, why did you come back empty-handed, Brother Xiaolu?"

Qiu Xiaolu came in with some embarrassment, and gave way to President Asen, who was behind him with his hands full of things. Seeing the way the president was carrying things, it looked like a son-in-law brought a gift to meet his mother-in-law...

"Hello everyone."

Lu Ziang snapped the book shut: "Why is he here?"

San'er's eyes were straightened: "Well, this could not be the boss of Xingchen... Oh my god, I finally met a real person."

"Lu, I met on the road." Not giving Lu Ziang a chance to interrogate, Qiu Xiaolu hurriedly changed the subject, "Has the bully not come back yet?"

"Well, let's go to a part-time job," San'er said, and suddenly remembered why the bully was working so hard to do part-time jobs, and seeing Asen's eyes changed from admiration to anger and contempt.

Qiu Xiaolu took the ingredients from Asen's hand: "Let me come, you sit and rest for a while."

As soon as Qiu Xiaolu entered the kitchen, Asen obviously felt the pressure of the two gazes cast on him become stronger.

The youth dormitory for four people is similar to a university dormitory. Two bunk beds are placed at opposite corners, and two large desks are placed at the other corner. There is a separate space separated by a glass door on the south side for a balcony. The four of them don’t like the outside. The food was too expensive to afford, so I set aside a small piece of land, put two pots and a few bowls, and it was a simple kitchen. It was so simple that it didn’t even have a range hood. The glass door on the side is closed tightly, and the outside windows are fully opened so that the room will not be full of oily smoke.

This is too difficult, Asen looked here and there, no wonder why he was scared like that after losing 600 million.

"Is this Xiaolu's bed?" Asen touched the light yellow furry bear doll on the bottom bed, thinking how cute it was, and actually liked it.

Then Lu Ziang said coldly: "No, that's the bully's bed and the bully's doll."

Asen shook his hand and threw the bear on the bed.He touched his nose and coughed in embarrassment, then turned his head and obediently found a stool and sat down.

"Don't you feel crowded here?"

"No way, who made us poor." San'er said angrily.There is really no way, T City is very expensive, and their wages are not high, so they really can't afford to live in an apartment.

"How much is your monthly rent here?"

"Three thousand and five, what's the matter?" With the addition of water and electricity, the four people share it evenly, which is almost exactly one thousand per person.

"So expensive? Are you being cheated?"

Lu Ziang turned to look at him suspiciously.San'er said bluntly: "Why, this house is actually quite big and has its own balcony. The key is that there is a direct bus from the city center, which is not expensive!"

"No." Asen opened his eyes and began to talk nonsense, "The house I rented in District D, a three-bedroom apartment, only [-] a month."

"so good?!"

Lu Ziang snorted, and covered his face with the magazine, not wanting to look at this person again.

Where is Zone D?The stars are in District D, a platinum lot in the city center, with three bedrooms and one living room for three thousand?Just kidding.

Just as he was talking about Qiu Xiaolu having prepared a dish and bringing it out, San'er smelled the aroma and hurriedly got out of bed.

"what's the topic?"

"The boss said that he rented a three-bedroom and one-living room in District D for only three thousand a month... Hey Brother Xiaolu, no one makes better chicken wings than yours, and the ones sold outside are not as delicious!"

"Really," Qiu Xiaolu smiled happily, "Wash your hands before eating."

Asen got up and followed into the kitchen: "Let me help you!"