Part-time jobs need to be cautious

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh!"

It was as if someone was whistling viciously at his pillow.

This thought flashed through Xu Meng's mind, and he opened his eyes almost instantly. The little guy who was jumping around by the pillow was startled by him, spread his wings and flew to the wardrobe with a whimper, still curious with his mung bean eyes open. looking at him.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The little bird that caused the trouble whistled roguely in front of him, the two blushes on its cheeks made it playful and cute, and with the movement of its head, the goose yellow feathers on top of its head were still shaking.

"Hush?"

As soon as Yin Qinghui pretended to blame, the little yellow bird flew over obsequiously and kept rubbing its head against Yin Qinghui's palm. Xu Meng wiped his eyes, and the little yellow bird had already jumped onto Yin Qinghui's shoulder intimately, with its claws firmly grabbing his clothes.

"Wow, it's not afraid of you at all!"

Yin Qinghui was amused by Xu Meng's exaggerated reaction. He touched the little yellow bird's head and signaled it to fly to Xu Meng. Out of trust in his master, Xuanfeng flew to Xu Meng's head, treating his hair as a She nestled and pecked his scalp curiously.

"It seems that Xixiu likes you very much."

"It's whistling, I woke up in the morning and thought it was whistling at me!"

Yin Qinghui smiled, feeling a little helpless.

"At first I called it Pippi, but it didn't respond to the name. It always liked to whistle, so I just called it Xixiu."

"Hush?"

Xu Meng reached out to touch his hair, and a bird squatted on his head. He felt novel and uncomfortable. Thinking of a serious problem, Xu Meng's expression was terrified.

"Will it shit on my head?"

"This is very likely..."

Perhaps after understanding the human conversation, Xiuxiu suddenly spread his wings and flew down from Xu Meng's head, pacing the ground proudly with a hint of contempt on his expression.

"I haven't had time to put a diaper on it yet."

Yin Qinghui saw Xu Meng's hair messed up by Xuanfeng, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to straighten it for him. His movement was very sudden, but he just fiddled with it gently a few times and then took his hand back. Xu Meng was stunned and reacted. Looking at the president's nonchalant face afterwards, I felt that I had made a fuss.

"Wash up and go downstairs for breakfast."

Xu Meng nodded and went to the bathroom. After washing, he turned on the mobile phone network, and many WeChat messages popped up immediately.

【Learn from the west】

Monk Sha (the boss): Adorable! We really can't stand your brother! [Picture][Picture][Picture]

Bajie (Fatty): [Cat: I'm going to pass out.jpg]

Sun Wukong (fourth child): His hygiene habits are too bad

Sun Wukong (fourth child): He uses other people’s things without saying thank you

Bajie (fat man): This is not the most important thing. The problem is that the gift bought by the boss is lost, and he is going to give it to his goddess

Monk Sha (boss): That doesn’t cost much, but I really can’t find it

Tang Seng (Xu Meng): When I go back, I will help you find it together, maybe in some corner

Monk Sha (the boss): good

Xu Meng replied to the WeChat message, but he was not very optimistic. He thought of Xu Qing's foolish look, and felt that it was probably him who stole other people's things, but he would not say that in front of everyone. There is also a faint hope in my heart, maybe it really has nothing to do with Xu Qing?

He went downstairs preoccupied, but was quickly distracted by the scene in front of him.

Yin Qinghui was setting the tableware. He was wearing a SpongeBob SquarePants apron, which weakened Yin Qinghui's cold and irritable temperament and made him look cute.Xu Meng's expression was a little subtle. He pulled out his chair and sat down, looking at the breakfast in front of him: white porridge, fried dough sticks, fried eggs, and fried shredded potatoes.

The skin of the fritters was still hot, but the mouth was crispy. Xu Meng's eyes lit up, and he took another big bite of the fritters.

"Drink some porridge, it's already cold."

Yin Qinghui reminded Xu Meng to drink porridge, but he didn't move.

"You fried the fritters too?"

Yin Qinghui nodded with a stiff expression. He twisted his neck and glanced in the direction of the kitchen guilty. He hadn't tidied up the construction site. If Xu Meng went to the kitchen now, he would find many failed works. Yin Qinghui was constantly trying I'm full.

It looks like such a simple breakfast, but I didn't expect it to be quite troublesome to make.

At the beginning of his business, Yin Qinghui also suffered for a while. At that time, he ate instant noodles with the employees of the studio, and occasionally bought some quick-frozen wonton dumplings to cook, but that was all. The most he ate was the eggs downstairs in the studio. There are not many eggs in the fried rice, but there is a lot of oil in the rice, but it is cheap and convenient. Yin Qinghui's stomach feels sick when he thinks of the rice.

"It's delicious, and the home-made ones are really different from the outside!"

Xu Meng unknowingly drank two bowls of porridge, two fried dough sticks and three fried eggs with shredded potatoes, and almost emptied the plate. He smiled shyly and wanted to take the initiative to wash the dishes, but Yin Qinghui directly put The bowl was taken away, and the table was tidied up very quickly.

"There is a dishwasher."

He turned around and came out of the kitchen, wiping the sweat off his forehead. Xu Meng was staring at his phone answering messages, not noticing his mood swings. Yin Qinghui was a little thankful and a little disappointed.

"Is there something wrong with school?"

"Ah."

"I will send you back."

Xu Meng didn't stay long, he was sitting in Yin Qinghui's car, watching the manor go farther and farther from the car window, feeling a little melancholy.

"You can live here if you like."

Yin Qinghui seemed to be coaxing when he said this, but when Xu Mengzheng looked at him, the man looked very serious, as if he was just a big boss who cared about the generosity and selflessness of his employees, and had no dirty little thoughts.

"It's beautiful there, but it doesn't belong to me."

Xu Meng was sitting in the back seat. He rolled down the car window, and the strong wind came into the car, blowing his soft hair tottering. He imitated the protagonist in the movie yelling at the car window, his face flushed with excitement, his eyes shining brightly, "It turns out that it is true in the book that doing this can relieve stress!"

Yin Qinghui didn't hear what Xu Meng yelled clearly, but this image was deeply etched in his memory. Such a simple, straightforward, and no distracting smile always attracted him, and it was something he wanted to protect with all his strength.

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