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

nine in the morning.

After returning from the gym, Jiang Nan took a shower and changed clothes. She sat on the sofa and stared at the whitened palms of her hands in a daze, doing nothing.

The surroundings were very quiet, as if he was the only one left in the world.

The green potted plants next to it are being basked in the sun and are quietly performing photosynthesis, with tender leaves.

He looked on coldly, looking for a pair of scissors to wreak havoc on.

But the cell phone on the coffee table is dinging!

He glanced at it indifferently, and paused for a few seconds before reaching out to take it.

[Song Xiaolou: Jiang Bao, come to the restaurant for dinner! 】

[Song Xiaolou: I asked the chef to roast honey-glazed crispy chicken. It’s delicious! (Panda head jumping expression pack)]

[Song Xiaolou: Come back to me, come back to me, come back to me, Jiang Jiang Jiang Jiang! 】

Jiang Nan was annoyed by the noise and replied: [I won’t eat]

[Song Xiaolou: Do you prefer salty food or sweet food? 】

[Jiang Nan: Don’t eat]

[Song Xiaolou: Anyway, neither of us can eat spicy food. Let’s eat salty porridge. Hey, you can’t eat soy sauce now, otherwise it will leave marks on your face. Can you eat vegetables? 】

[Jiang Nan: Don’t eat]

[Song Xiaolou: OK, I don’t like vegetables either, so let’s have mushroom porridge, and two braised pork ribs...]

[Jiang Nan:......]

[Song Xiaolou: Are you up yet? I've ordered my meal. Come on, it's on the second floor of the restaurant! 】

[Jiang Nan: I don’t want to go out. 】

[Song Xiaolou: Oh no, how smelly it is to eat in your room in broad daylight. Brother Cheng is here too. Let’s go to your room to eat with our bowls? 】

[Jiang Nan:? 】

[Song Xiaolou: Come on, I’m hungry. I’ll serve you the food when you come! 】

"..."

Jiang Nan has never seen anyone as 'annoying' as Song Xiaolou, who smiles all day long and doesn't care about being rejected.

He suspected that even if he yelled at Song Xiaolou, he would still be immersed in his own happy little world, regardless of whether others annoyed him or not.

But I have to say——

The boy who was originally lifeless sitting on the sofa regained his expression because of a few messages on his phone.

He went to the bathroom to dry his hair and put a white denim jacket on himself.

Put on your shoes and go out to the restaurant.

*

in the restaurant.

Song Xiaolou closed the phone with a bright smile, finally satisfied.

Cheng Ze sat opposite him, frowned and asked, "If he doesn't come, he won't come. You don't care whether he eats or not."

"Of course I have to take care of him. He only knows a few of us in the office. You and Brother Yan are busy all day long and don't care about him. If I didn't shout, he would be bored in the room by himself. Moreover, he was injured in the fight yesterday. "

Song Xiaolou scalded Jiang Nan's tableware with boiling water first. He knew Jiang Nan had this habit.

Cheng Ze looked at him gloomily: "You..."

It's always like this, careless and careless about everyone, without any sense of propriety.

This is how many rotten peach blossoms come about, and they never change.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Song Xiaolou felt uncomfortable staring at him and said, "I just feel that if I stay in a new environment where everyone else is busy and no one pays attention to me, I will die of discomfort. "

Cheng Ze was at a loss for words: "Everyone has a different personality. Maybe they like to be quiet."

"Oh, if he doesn't come, I will send food to his room later." Song Xiaolou said.

The tableware was quickly ironed, and the white porcelain dishes and bowls just taken out from the sterilizer were all steaming with clean heat.

Cheng Ze felt sour in his heart as he watched him carefully setting out tableware.

"How can he starve himself to death without you delivering food?"

"That's weird, it's not for you." Song Xiaolou blurted out.

"..."

The dining table was quiet for a few seconds before he realized that Cheng Ze might be...

Jealous?

The atmosphere suddenly became weird!

Fortunately, a figure wearing a white denim jacket appeared at the entrance of the restaurant.

The boy's short silver-blue hair looked particularly conspicuous in the sunlight, but his face was a little pale, like a little elf prince who had lost too much blood.

"Jiang Nan, here!" Song Xiaolou greeted with a silver fork.

There were not many people dining on the second floor, so you could still see him even if he didn't call Jiang Nan.

Cheng Ze looked back, thought for a while, and used his mobile phone to notify someone who didn't know where he was to come to the restaurant for dinner.

It's really worrying when a subordinate has to help facilitate a meeting between the two.

Tang Yan quickly sent him a message back: [Come right away. 】

As soon as Jiang Nan took her seat, Song Xiaolou grabbed her right wrist!

He frowned and tried to get away, not liking being touched.

"Did you let the wound be soaked in water?" Song Xiaolou looked at the palm with a deep bloody wound cut by the broken porcelain fragments. He came closer to smell it and glared, "You also used this hand to apply shower gel! Doesn't it hurt?"

"..."

Jiang Nan lowered his eyes and took his hand back: "Well, I don't feel anything."

"If you do this, it will become inflamed. When the time comes, the whole hand will become suppurated...and the hand will be useless!"

Song Xiaolou held Jiang Nan's sleeves to prevent him from putting his hands in his pockets, and turned to shout to the side.

"Bring me the medicine box!"

"Hey." The waiter over there trotted away.

The cuffs were held in a funny position. Jiang Nan raised his eyes and saw the look in the eyes of Cheng Ze opposite him, and curled his lips.

"Small injury, it's okay."

As he spoke, he wanted to retract his hands. If he had known, he would have wrapped some gauze around it when he went out.

"Don't move!" Song Xiaolou is a person who is afraid of pain. Looking at the wound that was soaked white by water, he felt very sick in his heart. "After all, this is a fight that I led you to. Get better soon."

"Brother Song, medicine box."

"Put it here."

"..."

When Tang Yan came over, he saw Song Xiaolou applying medicine to Jiang Nan's palm.

Only the seat next to Cheng Ze was empty, so he could only sit next to Cheng Ze, opposite Jiang Nan.

Jiang Nan could see the person coming over from the corner of his eye. His eyes fell on his palm without raising his head.

My mind was filled with what those people in the gym said, Li Qing, Consultant Li.

What's the relationship with Tang Yan?

But he suddenly lost his thirst for knowledge.

I'm afraid that the answer will make me even more tired, so I'll wait until he collects his emotions before asking.

Cheng Ze took a fork of the pre-meal butter bread and bit into it, and asked the person who came over.

"Where have you been so early in the morning?"

"Oh, I went to the supermarket and answered a few phone calls."

Tang Yan answered casually, and his eyes paused in the palm over there.

He said to Jiang Nan in a somewhat stiff tone: ".... This kind of injury cannot be touched by water."

"You can't take a shower without getting wet, boss."

Jiang Nan said without raising his head, his voice sounded weak.

"It's a small thing," Song Xiaolou was wrapping gauze on his palm, "Brother, I'll help you wash it."

"?"

Tang Yan was still stunned when Cheng Ze kicked his Martin boots on the table!

Tang Yan turned to look at Cheng Ze: "What's wrong?"

"......"Depend on!

Cheng Ze frowned: "Song Xiaolou doesn't need to help him take a bath, right boss?"

"Yeah." Tang Yan nodded.

He knew he couldn't let Song Xiaolou help Jiang Nan take a bath, but he didn't know how to say it.

Just like-

He also wanted to say that he could help Jiang Nan take a bath if Jiang Nan needed it.

But it's hard to say this kind of thing. It would scare people if it was too abrupt.

After all, the person opposite him didn't even look at him, and it was obvious that he never wanted to have contact with him again, just because of what happened last night.

Tang Yan was anxious in his heart, very anxious.

He wanted to apologize again, but the bank had already handled the transfer, and he had to queue up for large-amount remittances.

Then I didn’t eat the snacks I bought, and I didn’t look at him or say anything.

So, what to do now...