Flying the boss is not easy

Song Haicha raised his eyebrows, hesitated for a while and sat next to him without making any gestures.

Wan Hansong gently lifted the quilt, and his two slender legs swayed in front of Song Haicha.He used the "missing undershirt" which has been very popular recently, and he was wearing a white shirt and a pair of underwear all over his body.

But he has a relatively thin skin, and he stood in front of Song Haicha embarrassedly, and ran to the bed to cover himself after sending the message.

Song Haicha was unmoved: "What are you going to do? Didn't you say not to develop too fast?"

Wan Hansong beat his heart, and made a look of annoyance: "Boss, I am sincerely repenting. You see that you don't need anything, so I will make it up to you with my body."

"Okay," Song Haicha seemed very satisfied, "You're doing well, put on your clothes and get up."

"Ah? Why don't you do something?" Wan Hansong wondered if what he had done was in vain?

"Not serious," Song Haicha nodded his head, "Forget it, if you don't get up, I'll go up."

Wan Hansong happily moved Song Haicha out, and turned on the computer to play a horror movie.

He didn't watch movies honestly at all, he leaned hard towards Song Haicha, his hands never stopped, touching here and there, his legs rubbed hard on Song Haicha's pants, and he didn't think it was uncomfortable.

Song Haicha didn't react at all, Wan Hansong became more and more bored, and simply focused on the plot.

It was already midnight when the movie finished, Song Haicha got up and wanted to leave, Wan Hansong hugged Song Haicha: "Oh, boss, why are you leaving? I really can't bear it."

Hearing this sentence, Song Haicha's goosebumps fell all over the ground, and he endured the discomfort and said, "Don't do this, I have a bad stomach."

Wan Hansong let go of Song Haicha: "Cut, people who are not interested, go fast."

He pushed Song Haicha away, but Song Haicha didn't want to leave again: "Okay, I won't go, take a picture quickly, and record the first time we slept together in the same bed."

"Just now I asked you to come up and you didn't come, now I don't welcome you, go back, I'm going to sleep."

After Song Haicha got out of bed, he turned around and kissed Wan Hansong, put on his clothes and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, an opened express box caught his attention, Wan Hansong yelled in his heart that he was not good, and prepared to stop Song Haicha.

When he rolled down from the bed, Song Haicha had already taken out the contents and looked at them clearly.

Holding the cardboard box in his arms, he threw the magazines one by one on the ground: "That's right, Xiao Wan, I have hidden so many."

"It's... not bad..." Wan Hansong smiled flatteringly.

"Confiscate them all, and come to me tomorrow night."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Wan Hansong replied hastily, "I already have you, what do I do with those things? Boss, you take them all away, and I have no objection at all!"

Song Haicha looked at Wan Hansong's trembling thighs, and frowned: "Go to bed quickly, turn off the air conditioner, the temperature is so high now, I'm not afraid of others' attention."

Wan Hansong immediately jumped onto the bed, and every cell in his body was interpreting the word "dog leg": "You taught me the right lesson, and I have benefited a lot from it."

After having a new project, they started to be busy again, especially Wan Hansong, who was exhausted in the office during the day and in the boss's room at night. never did.

Wan Hansong occasionally wanders off and thinks about this matter: It seems that doing this has to pay attention to the right time, place and people, and it must not be so busy now.

When they were almost ready to start work, another person from above came.

They inquired many ways and came to a conclusion: this is not an easy person to dismiss, and the censorship in all aspects is extremely strict. If it is not done well, it is estimated that there will be much less resources in the future.

This put Wan Hansong in a terrible embarrassment, and finally he had an idea and asked, "Should I send an official letter to my superiors to let them come together?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Wan Hansong asked his subordinates to write it up and send it out. His trick was to delay time and figure out what to do. He had so many official letters from his superiors, how could he bother with them?

It should be their luck, the superior didn't respond at all when they saw the official letter, and there happened to be a person next to him who had heard of Songhai Tea Industry, and said casually: "Well...their place is still worth visiting."

After receiving the news, Wan Hansong was stunned, it was a mistake!

Song Haicha hurriedly summoned various personnel, directed overnight to take advantage of the situation, arranged the itinerary and organized work to achieve a big situation.

At the venue, people from all walks of life gathered together, sharing their experiences and complimenting Song Haicha for being young and promising.

After the work was done, the people above got the situation and went back. Song Haicha gave the office staff a day off, and they worked on tasks all night for the first two days. Everyone performed supernormally, but they were exhausted.

Wan Hansong went directly to Song Hai's tea room to rest, and he was not used to being bored all this time.

He first lay down on Song Haicha's bed to catch up on sleep, and when he woke up, he found Song Haicha lying next to him, with his eyes closed tightly, and every eyelash could be clearly seen.

Wan Hansong pulled his hands out of the quilt, poked them one by one, and woke up Song Haicha in no time.

Song Haicha opened and closed his eyes, and stuffed Wan Hansong's hands back under the quilt: "Don't make trouble, sleep a little longer."

Song Haicha didn't get up until it was almost dark, and went into the kitchen after asking Wan Hansong what to eat.

Wan Hansong thought about how lucky he was, his partner was handsome and rich, and he could do everything from laundry to cooking, except that he didn't know if he was a good cook, it was perfect!

At the dinner table, Song Haicha talked about that matter again: "You have done a great job. Now that he knows our strength, it will be much more convenient for him to apply for anything in the future."

Wan Hansong also admired himself, such a good thing happened to them.

"Who knew that the superior really came! I was really panicked at the time, and I was afraid that something would be messed up."

After dinner, Wan Hansong volunteered to wash the dishes and asked Song Haicha to sit on the sofa and watch TV.

Song Haicha's mind was not on the TV, his eyes kept following Wan Hansong.Speaking of which, this was the first time he saw Wan Hansong wearing an apron.

Wan Hansong put the song on the phone and put it aside, he hummed a few words along with nothing else, and gently rubbed the oil on the plate with his hands.

A pair of hands wrapped around his waist, leading him backwards, the plate in his hand fell back to the sink, splashing foam and water on his face.

Song Haicha leaned on his shoulder, and Wan Hansong felt his warm breath through his clothes.

"Thank you," Song Haicha murmured as if in a daze, "Thank you."

Wan Hansong didn't care whether the dishes were washed or not, and as soon as the apron was taken off, he staggered to the sofa and sat with Song Haicha in his arms. They didn't say anything or do anything, just hugged quietly like that.

Wan Hansong had already sensed that Song Haicha was too tired.

He fought alone for many years, without financial support, and no one gave him advice. With a passion for rampage, he pulled out the sharp thorns, smoothed the edges and corners, and swallowed all the suffering without vomiting it out.

"Okay, okay," Wan Hansong patted him on the back, "I'll be there from now on, we'll take care of everything together."

Song Haicha closed his eyes tightly, and hugged Wan Hansong tighter: "Yes."

It's the season of cutting jasmine branches again, and all the good-growing branches in the field are knocked down. After pruning, they are soaked in potion and inserted into the plowed ground.

These things are very difficult for the working people, but they are very fresh to Wan Hansong. His grandparents seem to have done these things before, but due to the age, his memory has been blurred. It just so happens that he is relatively free recently, when he is free So I ran to Lao Wei's house to see how these things were done.

In the evening, Wan Hansong greeted Song Haicha after dinner, saying that he would go to Lao Wei's house to watch the pruning.

Song Haicha was dissatisfied: "What's so interesting about cutting branches, it's very boring, the projector I bought has arrived, come and watch a movie with me."

Wan Hansong clicked his tongue: "You really bought it." He just mentioned something casually that day, but he didn't expect Song Haicha to be so attentive.

"Yes," Song Haicha showed a little pride, "I tried it, and it's not bad. We can buy another one in the meeting room, it's convenient."

"Okay, but can we use it another day? I've already told Lao Wei."

Song Haicha waved his hand: "All right, all right, go."

Wan Hansong slipped away after getting permission, and was stopped by Song Haicha before taking two steps: "Wait, I'll go with you."

Song Haicha thought a little proudly, there are a lot of couples watching movies together, but they are probably the only couples watching pruning branches together.

For some reason, Lao Wei felt that the light bulb was particularly bright tonight, so he asked his wife, "Did you change the light?"

"What to change, this light bulb has only been used for a month!"

Old Wei was thoughtful: "It may be that there are many people in the family today, so be happy."

Wan Hansong pulled the branches one by one: "How do you know which ones can be used and which ones can't?"

"After you take one, cut it here, and the green one inside will live." Song Haicha snatched one from Wan Hansong, pointed to the bottom of the branch and said to him.

The cut branches were put aside, and gradually there was a small pile.

Song Haicha pulled a dry straw: "Come and let me tie it for you."

Lao Wei's wife hurriedly stopped him: "Hey, Boss Song, put it down quickly, there are so many gaps in the branches, what if your hands are scratched? We still have to rely on your hands for food."

"It's not that easy." Song Haicha spread his hands to show them, "I left a lot of calluses when I was working before, and it hasn't disappeared yet."

Song Haicha's palm is not very rough, the light penetrates through the thin layer of cocoon.

Wan Hansong wanted to help, but was stopped by Lao Wei: "You should just stand there and watch, you are not helping."

"I still have basic abilities, okay?"

Wan Hansong insisted on doing it regardless of Lao Wei's obstruction.Following Song Haicha's example, he tidied up the branches, circled them with dry straw a few times, and finally tied them in a knot.

However, the branches of Song Hai's tea bundles are very strong, and they won't fall apart if you throw them on the ground, but his bundles fell apart right after they were bundled.

Old Wei sneered and said, "Look, what I said."

Wan Hansong tidied up the branches and put them aside, and acted as a hands-off shopkeeper, watching the other three do it.

Lao Wei brought the reconciliation potion and put the bundled branches in it.

On the way back, Song Haicha asked Wan Hansong how he was feeling.

Wan Hansong thought for a while, and replied truthfully: "At first glance, it seems quite interesting, but if I had to do this every year, I would definitely not be able to stand it."

"Indeed," Song Haicha agreed, "I used to be able to work non-stop, but now I can't. My eyes start to blur after just a while."

The temperature was a bit low at night and the air was humid, Wan Hansong couldn't help shivering.

This little trick was easily noticed by Song Haicha, he stretched out his hand and pulled Wan Hansong over, pulled away his clothes, and lifted a corner to wrap him.

Under the street lamp, the two were speechless, and only the shadow knew their intimacy.

The author has something to say:

Sorry, the release time was set wrong, so I didn't post it yesterday!Also, the manuscript saver is officially dead, and there have been a lot of classes recently, so sometimes it may be updated every other day, but I update it at least five times a week!Believe me!