Thousands of years old silly white sweet

Xiujue didn't put on airs this time, and didn't pretend to be reserved.

He had to admit that Dong Changqing's mention of Jiang Yan did bring him a great sense of crisis, which came from all aspects.

"Tell me, what's wrong with Jiang Yan."

Dong Changqing sat there obediently, with his legs close together, his fists clenched, and placed on his knees, he raised his head slightly, looked at Xiujue with those star-studded eyes, and said in a sticky voice, "I have received scared."

If he keeps going around like this, the frightened person will be Xiujue.

"Say--"

Dong Changqing stretched out a finger, carefully placed it in front of her, and asked Xiujue cautiously, "Can I have a glass of orange juice to calm my shock...I'm a little thirsty too."

Xiujue looked at him cautiously, feeling sour and swelled in his heart, with an indescribable feeling, "Well, I'll get it."

"Thank you, Mr. Xiu~"

While drinking orange juice, Dong Changqing narrated what happened today to him. He remembered it well, and said that it was indistinguishable, "That's it! I heard the two of them discussing with each other heart and soul. .”

Xiu Jue looked solemn, "Sure enough, he has malicious intentions. From now on, you must stay away from him."

"Ok!"

"He asked you why, so don't tell me, lest he break the jar and maybe kidnap you directly." Xiujue said white lies without blushing, Dong Changqing believed him the most now, a Nodding vigorously, "I will, I know!"

Xiujue raised his hand to touch his cheek, his movements were gentle, but his expression was still indifferent, "Now I promised so readily, don't forget it in three or two days."

Dong Changqing tilted her head and rubbed his hand, showing a sweet smile.

As if being burned, Xiujue withdrew his hand abruptly, and said uncomfortably, "Remember."

"I see!" Dong Changqing agreed, but didn't know what to say.

He came to Xiujue just to tell him about it, and by the way... just to drink a glass of orange juice.

The two were silent for a long time, Dong Changqing said in a low voice, "Then I... I'll..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiujue asked, "Is your work going well?"

Dong Changqing has something to say, he sat there and babbled about how he found a job, how he spent the night on the sofa in the coffee shop, how he handed out leaflets, and naturally skipped over himself. Dressing up as a little bear to bump into Xiujue, Xiujue also didn't mention it, but just listened quietly until Dong Changqing mentioned Zhao Yingying shyly.

He looked at Xiujue and looked very embarrassed, "Li Chuang said she likes me, but it's not what he means."

Xiujue said lightly, "You guys think too much, don't be too sentimental."

Dong Changqing pursed her lips, as if she didn't like the word pretentious.

"Do you still want to drink orange juice?" Xiujue swore that she coaxed him not because she saw him unhappy.

"Drink! Ask for more."

Xiujue stared at Dong Changqing in displeasure, "There are so many."

Back in the suburban villa, the refrigerator was always stocked with various juices, as many as you wanted. Xiujue had been drinking juice with Dongchangqing for a long time, and he was not very willing to touch tasteless mineral water, so there was orange juice at home. , but after all, he lives alone, and there is not enough holly evergreen to drink.

"Okay...then have another drink."

Xiujue was amused, "Okay, thank you for your patronage."

Dong Changqing covered the 70 yuan in her pocket, and smirked at Xiujue.

He stayed in Xiujue's apartment until ten o'clock before Dong Changqing was sent back to the dormitory. He got out of the car neatly, and then leaned his body into the car window, "Mr. Xiu!"

"Is there anything else?" Xiujue stared at him and asked.

"It's okay!" Dong Changqing shouted, turned around and ran into the corridor at a very fast speed.

the next morning.

Dong Changqing took a piece of mung bean cake from a colleague and walked slowly downstairs, followed by Zhao Yingying and three colleagues from the morning shift.

"You got up early today." At the same time, he said to the energetic Dong Changqing.

"It's okay, it's okay." He was modest, but he couldn't hide his pride.

You have to learn from President Xiu to work hard, how can you be late.

Hey.

Dong Changqing was reviewing Xiujue's education to him last night in his mind, when he suddenly heard Jiang Yan calling him.

"Evergreen!"

Again.

Dong Changqing lowered her face and quickened her pace.

Jiang Yan caught up and stood in front of him, "You, what did you run for yesterday? Did I make you angry?"

"Don't get in the way, it's annoying."

Jiang Yan was startled, a little at a loss, "What's wrong with you?"

Dong Changqing's irritating skills have not diminished at all, "I have nothing to do, I just don't want to talk to you, can't you see this? Don't come to me in the future."

After he finished speaking, he walked around Jiang Yan and walked together with his confused colleagues.

On the way to work, colleague A asked, "Who is that person?"

"Former neighbor."

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, colleague A didn't ask any more.

When he walked forward, he whispered to Zhao Yingying, "Why do I feel that that person is after Dong Changqing? Do you think Dong Changqing is gay?"

After Zhao Yingying heard this, her expression changed, and she shook her head, "Dong Changqing probably isn't."

"How to say?"

"If he's GAY, there's no reason to refuse. Do you know who that guy is? A well-known young artist in China. A painting costs tens of thousands. He's handsome."

"Dong Changqing probably doesn't care about money."

Colleague B nodded, "I saw last night that Dong Changqing was sent back by a Lamborghini. Do you think he really ran away from home?"

About this colleague A is very sure, "Are you stupid, you didn't run away from home, but you still stay here? I threw myself into my arms not long ago."

"Too."

Dong Changqing expressed his attitude towards Jiang Yan, but Jiang Yan didn't come to him again, which made Dong Changqing feel relieved.

What made him happy was that every morning at 09:30, Xiujue would come to drink a cup of coffee or have some simple breakfast, sometimes he would have a few words with Dong Changqing, and sometimes he would order a drink for him.

Someone asked Dong Changqing what the relationship between Xiujue and him was, and Dong Changqing would answer confidently, "Brother."

Brother Xiujue has invisibly become Dong Changqing's chicken blood, chicken soup, a dose every morning can make Dong Changqing excited for a whole day, and in a blink of an eye it will be the day when Dong Changqing starts working, and the weather is getting colder .

"Why is it cold so early this year?"

"It's cold air." The speaker gathered his coat and glanced sideways at Dong Changqing, who was only wearing a shirt, "You are not cold."

"It's not cold~" Dong Changqing said, skillfully sealing the drink cup in his hand.

Dong Changqing has been studying hard ever since he knew that making beverages has the benefits of drinking beverages. In 20 days, he has been able to prepare most of the beverages in the list. It just so happened that the employee who made beverages was about to resign , he took the position as a matter of course. Although he is not as free as before, his salary has increased by a full 1000 yuan.

"You are young, you have great firepower, you are anti-freeze. When I was [-] or [-], I only wore a pair of shorts when it snowed." The manager joked casually.

"You are very young, you look about my age." After Dong Changqing finished speaking, the manager immediately became kinder, "You are the only one with a sweet mouth."

The employee at the door suddenly shouted, "Dong Changqing, your brother is here."

Dong Changqing quickly put down the work in hand, ran all the way to the door, opened the door before Xiujue came over, "Mr. Xiu!"

"Well, are you late today?"

"No, I came 5 minutes early today."

Xiujue didn't speak any more, went to a corner and sat down.

After a while, Dong Changqing brought him a cup of coffee that he had prepared earlier, and then sat opposite him, "Mr. Xiu, I'm going to get paid."

"I said it yesterday."

"Yesterday it was said that there are still four days left, and today there are still three days left."

Dong Changqing is counting on her fingers every day.

Xiujue stirred the coffee twice with a spoon, then raised his head and asked Dong Changqing, "Besides paying for a mobile phone, do you want to buy anything else?"

"Hmm..." Dong Changqing thought for a long time before uttering two words, "Snacks."

He works here, and he has nothing to spend money on. It has been almost a month, and he and Li Chuang have gone to the supermarket a few times to buy some snacks, and they only spent 70 yuan in total. Dong Changqing thought, if he After the phone is finished, there is still some leftovers, so you can buy some snacks.

But mobile phones are very expensive now, so he can get a salary of 500 yuan this month, and there is nothing left after buying the mobile phone.

Thinking of this, Dong Changqing became distressed.

What a poor man he is.

"Okay, go ahead."

Hearing his slightly indifferent tone, Dong Changqing leaned over and asked, "President Xiu, what's wrong with you."

Although Xiujue's complexion was the same as usual, Dong Changqing could still tell that he was not happy.

"fine."

"..."

After drinking coffee, Xiujue returned to the company. Cui Yan was already waiting for him, "Mr. Xiu, these documents need your signature."

"I see." Xiujue took the document and glanced at Cui Yan, "Your tie?"

It was a very cheap tie, at least for Xiu Jue and Cui Yan.

But Cui Yan touched his tie and smiled happily, "Well, my brother, didn't you graduate from university this year? In the first few months of internship, there was no salary. The salary was just paid this month. The gift you bought for me , to commemorate the first pot of gold in my life, it’s pretty pretty.”

Xiujue snorted imperceptibly, "Don't wear it in the company if it looks good. How can you go to meet customers like this? People will think that the dignified president's special assistant can't even afford a decent tie."

"Mr. Xiu..." Cui Yan, who was reprimanded all over his head and face, was extremely wronged, "This is, it's quite decent..."

"How decent!" Xiujue was furious and drove Cui Yan out of the office.

Crazy crazy.

Cui Yan was also angry, but he quickly figured out what was going on.

Some people are jealous.

The author has something to say: Mr. Xiu is setting up a flag again