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

What was different from what he imagined was——

Ah Qi's small room is quite warm and has a family atmosphere.

The yellow fabric sofa looks new but not old. It is covered with an off-white knitted blanket. There are many snacks on the coffee table, as well as the takeout that was just ordered.

Song Xiaolou rested his right leg on his left leg and shook his knee generously.

"We, Mr. Tang, have already made an agreement with your boss, so you can't drive me away. I will follow you wherever you go. I have to learn your daily work... What kind of food is this?"

"Porridge and side dishes, do you want some? I bought them for two people."

Ah Qi sat down on the sofa and turned to look at the person sitting lazily next to him.

Mr. Song's face is really beautiful, his eyebrows are charming and cute, and he has an arrogant and domineering energy in his body, which is very attractive.

He licked his lips, suppressing the urge to go into heat when someone came to the house.

He was afraid that Cheng Ze would risk his life if he touched Song Xiaolou.

"Are you eating for two?" Song Xiaolou glanced at him.

Ah Qi took out her phone to send a message and smiled.

"I had a date with a cute boy... You can eat, I told him not to come up."

"??" Song Xiaolou tugged at the takeaway's hand and turned around cautiously, "Who is it? Huh?"

Cheng Ze?

Cheng Ze is a cute boy?

"...It's not Vice President Cheng." Ah Qi admitted nonchalantly.

"!!!"

"But you and Cheng Ze are in love!" Song Xiaolou opened his mouth in shock.

Isn't this cuckolding Cheng Ze?

Even if they were together fakely, didn't Ah Qi really like Cheng Ze?

"He can press you against the door and kiss you, why can't I find someone else," Ah Qi stretched out her hand to open the takeaway, her tone casual, "What comes and goes."

Song Xiaolou asked: "....You don't like Cheng Ze?"

"Like it."

Ah Qi brought out the vegetable porridge and placed it in front of Song Xiaolou.

"You, you like him and you date someone else?"

"So what," Ah Qi smiled, "If he wants me to sleep with him, I won't date anyone else. Ask him if he is willing."

"You have beautiful thoughts! You are dreaming! You, you..."

Song Xiaolou stopped calling vixen, fearing that it would be shameless and satisfying.

"Haha, maybe you can do it for him..." Forget it, Ah Qi swallowed back her rude words, "Let's eat."

"..."

Although Song Xiaolou had just come from the office restaurant, he had only taken care of Cheng Ze and hadn't eaten much. He could have some porridge now.

The eldest young master lost his temper and looked at the plastic takeout spoon with disgust.

"It smells like glue. Don't you have a spoon at home?"

"It's in the kitchen, go get it yourself." Ah Qi was unpacking the side dishes and couldn't spare any time.

Song Xiaolou could only get up and get the spoon himself.

About five or six seconds.

There was a sudden sound from the kitchen——

"Holy shit! Oh shit! What is this? Ah? Oh shit!"

"?"

Ah Qi heard "fuck" repeatedly.

Shaking his head in annoyance, he stood up and hurried to the kitchen.

"..."

Song Xiaolou leaned against the vegetable cutting table and looked at the refrigerator door, his peach blossom eyes widening.

There is a silver aluminum iron shelf on the refrigerator door. On the shelf is——

That thing shaped like that!

"What are you making all the fuss about? You haven't seen a gun machine?"

Ah Qi bent down and took off the buckle of the bracket, took it into his hand, shook it at the shocked person, and said again.

"Still haven't seen this? You haven't seen it yourself."

"!!!"

Song Xiaolou cursed: ".... Damn it, I have it, but I won't stick it on the refrigerator door!"

What the hell is this? I’m so convinced!

Wait, that means this is intended to be in the kitchen—? ?

fuck!

"It's a bit rude," Ah Qi calmly put the things into the box on the wall, and added, "But you came uninvited, and I don't have time to clean it up in advance."

"....well."

Song Xiaolou took a few deep breaths, opened the chopstick box and looked for a spoon.

This man has quite good taste, at least the tableware is quite exquisite, including several spoons with porcelain handles.

He picked up a Nordic gold-handled spoon and prepared to leave this evil place in the kitchen!

Next to her, Ah Qi crossed her arms and looked at him with a smile in her eyes.

"This one seems to have been shaved from strawberries last time. Although it has been washed and disinfected, you..."

"It's just fruit scraping, what's the point-" Song Xiaolou raised his eyebrows sharply, "Strawberries don't have hard skin, do they need to be scraped?"

Scraping the seeds from strawberries?

Ah Qi looked at the particularly rich expression on Master Song's face and felt that it was fun to talk to him, so she lowered her voice.

"....It's been mashed and can't be squeezed out, so I can only scrape it."

"?!"

Song Xiaolou was dumbfounded: "What?"

What is this Ah Qi talking about?

"Give it to me." Ah Qi saw that the spoon was about to fall to the ground, so she took it from his hand and put it back in the chopstick box, "I'll help you look for it. This one has been scooped with yogurt and it can't be used. Let me see if there is anything else. .....”

Holy shit.

Song Xiaolou didn't understand but was shocked. He didn't ask if the yogurt was yogurt and just shook his head.

"You don't have to look at it! I, I don't want to eat!"

He turned around and walked to the living room. He felt that the sofa was probably not very clean, so he stood on the edge of the sofa and pressed his elbows on the back of the chair, not knowing where to sit.

I just feel——

This is such a slutty house.

The owner of the house, who was even more lustful, walked back to the living room from the kitchen.

Ah Qi said: "It's very comfortable to hold. I've measured the height. I also like to lie there. The angle is great."

"???"

Song Xiaolou stood up straight in horror!

"But you are the first to lie there with your pants on." Ah Qi smiled.

"..."

"..."

[Jiang Jiang, I can’t follow you anymore. I can’t live in his house! 】

[This is a lewd vixen! 】

[Jiang Jiang? 】

【Are you asleep? 】

I sent several WeChat messages in succession, but there was no reply.

Song Xiaolou could only put away his mobile phone, pretended to be calm, picked a blanket that looked very clean, but didn't know if it had been stained before, and sat down on the sofa.

Looking at the person opposite with a pure face and clean temperament, he was sitting cross-legged on the sofa eating.

Use the hand that just took the cannon to scoop up the porridge and drink it.

Ah Qi drank her porridge and chatted casually with the nervous person sitting over there.

"I thought you were having fun. After all, you are famous. I didn't expect you to be so pure. It turns out that Vice President Cheng likes to watch coquettish people, but you are actually pure. Tsk, I got it wrong."

"..."

Song Xiaolou's cheeks felt a little hot and he wanted to leave.

But leaving now was like being scared.

He comforted himself, in fact, if you think about it, it's just that little thing, it's not that shocking.

Everyone has his own way of living, and how this vixen lives his life has nothing to do with him.

But with Cheng Ze...

Since Ah Qi has many choices, can he return Brother Cheng to him?

Song Xiaolou seemed to have suddenly found the core idea, and his momentum was instantly full!

"When did you and Cheng Ze break up?"

"It doesn't matter. I like him very much. Why should we break up?"

Ah Qi spoke softly and blew on the porridge.

Her pursed lips were bright red, and she glanced at Song Xiaolou with watery eyes.

I can’t help but want to hook up with Mr. Song...

But Song Xiaolou didn't receive his seduction at all, and only felt that Ah Qi looked at him strangely.

Oh, it’s just the way he looks at his love rival.

Song Xiaolou didn't give in. He raised his eyebrows and glared back: "Why do you have so many men pestering him?"

"Well, everyone tastes different. I try them all without breaking the law."

Ah Qi put out the tip of her tongue and licked the porridge stains on her lips with an innocent expression.

"What's more, this kind of thing is between you and me. You should talk to Vice President Cheng instead of sitting here and forcing me. It's him who insists on pestering me, Mr. Song..."

"!!"

Song Xiaolou felt that he was no match for this vixen.

I thought to myself that Jiang Jiang hasn’t replied to WeChat yet, why did he go to bed so early...