The wild and lustful social animal will act coquettishly, and the ferocious boss will have his soul

Uh, seems the conversation has broken down?

Tang Yan looked up at him and tried to explain that he didn't mean it that way.

"...I didn't think so...I mean, you came to work at the firm because of the money. You even gave up your original job as a designer. You didn't care when the ghost hunter was in danger of getting sick." .”

The more he spoke, the angrier the boy looked as he stood up.

Tang Yan was panicked in his heart, but the more nervous he became, the more serious the expression on his face became.

Anyway, I have to say something!

"..... If someone was drunk and molested like that last night, as long as you pay a sum of money, you can be okay with it?"

"That's not what I said, it was what you said just now."

It doesn't matter what Jiang Nan said.

"..."

Jiang Nan's eyes turned black with anger and he yelled.

"What I say doesn't matter is that I don't care about you!"

Because it was Tang Yan, it didn't matter if he was kissed.

Anyone else would have been killed with a dagger!

"Only to me, because I'm your boss?" Tang Yan asked, pretending to be calm and calm, "Actually, you can be angry. I don't want you to be indifferent."

"I won't fire you just because you are angry. I am very responsible."

"?"

Very good, the responsible Boss Tang came over and took the money after making a drunken mistake!

If you have a lot of money, you can play whatever you want.

Jiang Nan sneered: "Okay, then I'll do as you say. I'll follow the arrangements. Mr. Tang is indeed responsible."

"...Yes, I have always been responsible." Tang Yan said blankly.

Because he didn't know what to say, he had already said everything he needed to apologize and make up for.

Jiang Nan needed money very much, so he gave it to him.

Tang Yan couldn't think of any other way to make up for it. It would be best if the person in front of him could accept the compensation.

As long as you don't mention leaving your job, don't be scared away.

In short, he came here this morning prepared to be scolded, and he could accept the boy's cold tone at the moment.

Tang Yan stood up, looked at the man who was a head shorter than him and said.

"If you are still angry, you can hit me and I won't fight back."

"Hit?" Jiang Nan turned her face away, her eyes a little red, "How dare I hit Mr. Tang? Do people who rely on Mr. Tang for their jobs have the right to do it?"

"I can't fight. I injured my hand last night because I was trying to vent my anger on Mr. Tang who was kicked off the car."

".... Counting your work-related injury, I will give you an extra sum of money?" Tang Yan said.

"..."

well.

Money, money, lots of money.

Jiang Nan turned around and walked towards the bedroom, her voice trembling with anger.

"Okay, punch me in. Mr. Tang, please leave my room. I need to catch up on my sleep."

Tang Yan took two steps after him: "You need to change the dressing on your hand——"

"boom!"

The bedroom door was slammed shut.

"..."

After standing there in shock for a minute, Tang Yan left.

Jiang Nan leaned against the bedroom door, listening to the opening and closing of the door to the room outside, taking a deep breath and staring at her toes.

Then, as if his body had lost all strength, he slowly slid down against the door.

He hugged his knees and sat at the door, burying his face in his arms.

He thought he could keep pretending to be obedient and slowly lure the other party to take the bait.

But when the relationship reaches a certain point, I realize that I can't control my emotions at all!

In fact, he shouldn't have quarreled with Tang Yan just now. If he wanted to give money to make up for it or something else, he just nodded and agreed with a smile, and followed Tang Yan.

Continue to play the role of a well-behaved and obedient subordinate.

But when he looked at the other person asking him whether he gave money to anyone, it didn't matter, and he couldn't hold back the pain in his heart.

There shouldn't be a quarrel, there shouldn't be a quarrel.

The boy behind the door was breathing tremblingly, feeling aggrieved and heartbroken.

What should I do? It’s so hard to like it.

*

As soon as Cheng Ze came out of the shower, he saw a man in home clothes sitting on the sofa in the living room, smoking.

"What's going on? Smoking early in the morning."

He wiped his hair and walked to the window, opening the lift window for ventilation.

There were three cigarette butts in the ashtray, and the fourth one was half smoked, surrounded by smoke.

Cheng Ze fanned the smoke with a towel and coughed a few times: "Stop smoking."

"You made the smoke alarm in my room spray water, did I tell you?" Tang Yan stared at him with a gloomy expression.

"..."

"You smoke, you smoke," Cheng Ze said, "Can you enjoy it? I also have seven or eight boxes of German-style cigars here, given by Andy."

Tang Yan lowered his eyes sadly and didn't want to speak.

Cheng Ze sat on the sofa next to him and wiped his hair. After wiping, he began to apply lotion evenly and carefully, and finally put on his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Are you going to tell me? If not, I'm going to ask Song Xiaolou for dinner."

"....He doesn't like you, and yet you're leaning over to kiss him coldly," Tang Yan said.

Cheng Ze's smile froze. This man was unhappy, so he came to cause trouble for him?

He gritted his teeth and replied: "Just eating."

"Oh." Tang Yan blew a smoke ring.

"..."

Cheng Ze was in a hurry to go out, so he could only guess and ask.

"Aren't you happy talking? No way."

"Happy, he was so 'happy' that he almost threw the door on my face."

Tang Yan reached out and knocked the ashes into the ashtray. He was so annoyed that he stopped smoking and crushed it hard!

Cheng Ze raised his hand to wave the smoke and frowned: "You didn't do what I told you?"

It shouldn’t be. How can I still fail with an open-book full-mark answer?

"Can you stop talking nonsense?" Tang Yan was very annoyed. "If you don't want to come up with ideas, don't interfere with my thinking. Are you free?"

Just now he came over and asked Cheng Ze how to apologize.

Cheng Ze said——

[No need to apologize, ask him why he stayed in your room and didn't come out. If he denies it, ask him if he feels good and wants to do it again. 】

Isn't this bullshit?

Tang Yan is a responsible person. Of course he must apologize if he does something wrong!

It is impossible to use your identity as a boss to force others. This is not a responsible behavior.

And the second half of the sentence is too...

Hooligans.

So Tang Yan went over and apologized, accepting the other party's anger calmly and making up for the mistakes he made.

Just seeing people disgusted with him, slamming doors and driving away guests with a cold face.

It made him feel a little depressed.

It was a feeling of guilt and anxiety mixed together. I had never experienced such an emotion before.

"It's not nonsense," Cheng Ze was speechless, "I'm serious, Boss Tang."

"Don't mess around. If you have time, think about what to do now. He's very angry and doesn't seem to want to see me anymore."

Tang Yan folded his arms behind his head, his thick eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, his face full of distress.

"What, he's angry?"

"Ah."

Cheng Ze judged without hesitation: "Fake reserve."

"?" Tang Yan raised his foot and kicked Cheng Ze, "What are you talking about!"

"He must like you. He's always so clingy. He can't secretly enjoy being kissed by you?" Cheng Ze simply said clearly, "Why are you so angry? It's just false reserve."

The two of them have a crush on each other, and they can stick together as soon as they hit it off.

Cheng Ze thought of him and Song Xiaolou, this was a situation as difficult as the sky.

"You don't know, it's because he has post-traumatic stress disorder that's why he clings to me."

This was the first time Tang Yan mentioned Jiang Nan's mental illness, because Cheng Ze was half a doctor and had studied psychology.