When the phoenix man meets the peacock man

After Feng Tao got out of the car, there was no helper to carry him with him, so he had to hug him up.

Although Zong Yuheng is not fat, he is still a man, and he is not short. Feng Tao gritted his teeth and persisted, finally throwing him on the bed.

"When I saw my old lover pretending not to care about him, I went to the bar to get drunk as soon as I turned around. What would you like to order?" He shook his head and criticized aloud.

Zong Yuheng's closed eyes and mouth look much softer than usual, and his good looks are more obvious.

Looking at Zong Yuheng who was still sleeping, Feng Tao almost wanted to turn around and go back like this, but of course he just thought about it, and he would have to be responsible for serving people comfortably into the bed before he fulfilled his responsibility.

He sat on the side of the bed and planned to rest for a while before working again. His arms were tired and sore from moving and hugging. He vented his anger and rumpled Zong Yuheng's hair. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and sat on his bed. Suck——If Zong Yuheng did these things while he was awake, he would probably be so angry that he would fire himself immediately.

"Troublesome and narrow-minded guy." He belittled his unwitting boss in a loud voice while smoking.

At that time, Feng Tao finished smoking this cigarette in a very steady manner, and when he was done, he stood up resignedly and started a series of aftermath actions.

Clean up the cigarette butts and ash, and open the windows to let in the air.Take off Zong Yuheng's shoes first, and then the trousers. At this time, the top of Zong Zong is still neat, and there are only two bare legs under the hem of the shirt.He was probably severely frozen, and he curled up sideways in his dream to keep warm.Seeing him like this, Feng Tao couldn't laugh or cry, so he went to bed and knelt by his side, condescendingly continued to pick off his shirt—he had to be careful, because these clothes were expensive, and a single button would be enough for Zong Zong to make a fuss in the future that's it.

At this time, a supernatural thing happened!Zong Yuheng suddenly opened his eyes, (probably woke up from being frozen.) just squinting at Feng Tao like that.

Feng Tao's hand stopped, his boss's eyes were very unkind, so he moved away resentfully, and explained: "I'm afraid that your good clothes will get wrinkled."

Zong Yuheng seemed very angry and said, "Don't mess with me!"

Feng Tao hurriedly raised his hand to sit in a surrender form, and said, "No! Absolutely not!"

But Zong Yuheng ignored his answer, a line of clear tears suddenly flowed from the corner of his eyes without warning, and he muttered again with a nasal tone: "Don't mess with me..." Then his neck tilted, and he fell asleep again simply Already--looks like he's still drunk.It was just a kind of pure drinking madness...

After a false alarm, Feng Tao continued to work hard, stripping Zong Yuheng like a shrimp, leaving only a pair of shorts, then pushed him aside, and stuffed him completely under the quilt.Although I thought about just leaving it like this and no matter what would happen to him overnight, but I wanted to return to thinking, if this guy catches a cold, I have to take care of him.

Feng Tao closed the window, patiently folded the clothes and pants from Zong Yuheng one by one, and placed them next to the pillow. He took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and put it on the bedside table within Zong Yuheng's reach. Finally, he smoothed his hair and straightened his hair - after completing this series of procedures, Feng Tao left with heavy steps.

He had to go back and hurry up to rest, because according to Zong Yuheng's threat tomorrow morning, he couldn't be late... Although he was a little doubtful whether Zong Zong himself could get out of bed in time.

Zong Yuheng woke up from thirst.His mouth was dry, he dragged his heavy body to get up, holding his forehead, he was a bit confused, but luckily there was a bottle of water on the cabinet next to him, he opened it and drank half of it, even the water flowed from the corner of his mouth It's a bit careless to come down.

After a little bit of improvement, he lay down again dizzy, his mind was a little confused, and he didn't know what was wrong with him.Thinking about it later, I was at home, last night...he went to that bar, and the person he was chatting with was...the boss, and then...he couldn't remember what happened after ten o'clock, rubbing the pillow, he Recall slowly.

But thinking about it, he suddenly felt something was wrong... He carefully lifted the quilt to look in, sat up all of a sudden, his face changed, and he stood there in a daze!

Why... why is my whole body naked? (Except for a pair of white cotton shorts.)

He fumbled for his glasses and put them on in a panic, looking around. The room was orderly and there was no one there.He carefully checked every inch of his skin, and found no suspicious marks, and his mouth was not swollen, and there was no pain underneath—this made him feel a little relieved.

But it's not over... The way he looked last night must be because he got drunk and passed out, so who sent him back? ... Stripped him again?What did that person do to himself?

He thought so hard that his head would split open, but he couldn't find the answer.Would love to go back to that bar right away and ask the owner for answers!

But that's unrealistic, he's in a trance right now and he's not suitable for driving, not to mention that kind of bar doesn't open at five o'clock in the morning, and it's not a steamed stuffed bun shop.

With deep confusion about what happened to him, Zong Yuheng spent the morning with insomnia restless - he could have slept for two or three hours before going back to the cage.

At eight o'clock, Feng Tao came to pick him up for work.

Zong Yuheng's face was pale, and he went out with a heavy heart.

Feng Tao greeted him: "Mr. Zong, did you sleep well last night?"

Zong Yuheng hesitated for a moment, then responded casually, looked away with a guilty conscience, and remained silent.

Feng Tao felt that he might not be in a good mood, and the hangover feeling was really uncomfortable, so he didn't say anything, and drove silently.

The first working day after a holiday is always frustrating. Lin Miao sits at his desk and mourns the holiday that has passed for some reason-you live or fail, the days will always pass; just like whether you marry or not, Your mother is always there.

She sighed, stretched her waist, and began to slowly enter the office mode.

Suddenly, she sensitively captured the subtle changes in the atmosphere in the office, and immediately pretended to be very busy, flipping through the documents.

Sure enough, 1 minute later, the big boss and the second boss hurried past and went to their offices.

Lin Miao turned on the computer, sneaked onto a certain jar, and opened the gossip live post that she had created on the homepage. After two or three days of hard work, the post had already built more than 1000 floors, and many eyes were fixed on it. She was a live broadcast, and she had a cute little interaction between "Mr. F" and "Mr. Z".

Of course, Lin Miao's creed is the same as that of many people in the same path - there is no lack of JQ in life, only the eyes to discover JQ. "Although my eyes are small, they are very vicious, and I can see things that others cannot see!

After finally staying up for more than an hour, Zong Yuheng felt like a year in the boss chair.In a certain aspect, should he be said to have a cleanliness?Or paranoid?Or OCD? ——Anyway, he was very concerned about the fact that his memory between ten o'clock last night and five o'clock this morning was blank, and felt that if he didn't solve this mystery, he would have poor food for the rest of his life.

So he felt that it was better to take some action to eliminate his psychological shadow, so he called his group of friends who often went to the bar and asked for the boss's number.

Most of his friends are playboys, and now most of them still haven’t gotten up in bed, and some of them don’t answer at all, and those who receive the calls say they don’t know, only one person is good, and he knows if he knows, but he is a bit hesitant to tell him .

Zong Yuheng said: "Don't be a fool, I have a serious business to find him."

My friend asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

Zong Yuheng suppressed his irritability, pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose, and said, "There is something important to confirm."

"It's better to be like this," my friend said half-warningly, "I'll say one more thing, you'd better not get that boss's idea, his boyfriend has a lot of background, it's..."

Zong Yuheng couldn't help but said loudly: "Who would be interested in that kind of man who is not easy to provoke! Please think about my position and taste!"

The friend told him the number in relief, and he couldn't wait to call it.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Zong Yuheng called persistently, three times in a row.

Finally someone answered, and a very displeased voice said, "I don't care who you are, if you dare to disturb my sleep at this time, I will let you die!"

Zong Yuheng froze for a moment, frowned and said, "Boss Jing, I am Zong Yuheng."

The other party snorted, apparently not being more enthusiastic because of his self-reported family name, as if he was angry when he got up.

Zong Yuheng said: "There is something, I want to confirm with you earlier anyway, last night..."

Jing Haiou snatched him over without waiting for him to finish speaking, "Last night you were drunk, then you called your admirer Feng Tao or something, then hung on him and left. That's it, don't call again."

Zong Yuheng held the phone == petrified.

When he came to his senses, his eyes were full of rage, he used the company's internal phone to call Feng Tao next door, and said succinctly, "You! Come here right now!"