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The moment the pants fell to the floor, the two of them turned into stone statues at the door of the bathroom.

The belt buckle made a crisp sound as it hit the tiles as the pants fell to the floor.

There was a dead silence in the bathroom.

Zhan Haiyang's eyes retracted from his pants that were facing away from his master, as if he was electrocuted.

Zhan Haiyang moved his mouth. If he said he didn't mean it, would his boss believe it?

However, it doesn’t matter whether you believe it or not.

The key is that the boss really should deduct his salary this time.

Zhou Jingyun was stunned for at least three seconds before the coolness on his thighs brought him back to reality.

In the first 28 years of his life, he had never encountered such a funny and speechless thing!

He just moved his mouth, but the other party directly moved his hands.

Unbuttoned his buttons and took off his pants.

He knew that it wasn't him digging a hole for himself to jump into tonight, but that there was a sinkhole in this man's mind.

Zhou Jingyun really wanted to call Zhan Haiyang a bloody idiot.

But he felt like he had too much to say and didn't know where to start.

The two looked at each other, and neither of them could say the first word for a while.

I don’t know how long they stared at each other. The victim took a deep breath and finally gathered his words:

"Didn't you say you need to wrap it in plastic wrap? Why can't you wait so long to take off my pants?"

Hearing Zhou Jingyun's gnashing of teeth, Zhan Haiyang shook his shoulders unconsciously.

Although the boss was mocking him, he still reminded him.

Zhan Haiyang was inspired to roll on the slope and quickly went back to the sink to get plastic wrap.

"Yes, yes, if you wrap this plastic wrap around it, it won't get wet easily."

He lowered his head, not daring to look at Zhou Jingyun's face.

He pulled off the plastic wrap and picked up Zhou Jingyun's right hand, looking like he was concentrating on bandaging it.

"However, it can't be completely sealed. You still have to be careful when you take a shower later."

Zhou Jingyun's eyes fell on the dark and red face of the little fool, and he felt much relieved.

He deliberately ignored the tips of his ears, which were also burning, and habitually had a tough mouth.

"Didn't you say you wanted to wash it for me?"

Zhan Haiyang didn't dare to respond, he just shook his head like a rattle.

"No, no, I believe in the boss's ability. The little difficulties here won't trouble you at all."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Jingyun suddenly stretched out his intact left hand and put it on his shoulder.

The boss, armed with a gun and a stick, asked with a hidden knife in his words: "Why don't you help me wash it? Didn't you just promise to take care of me?"

Zhan Haiyang couldn't help but glance at the unforgiving man.

Zhou Jingyun was wearing an open shirt, and his trousers had fallen to the ground, revealing a pair of boxer shorts.

It was obviously a very unserious outfit, but Zhou Jingyun managed to show off the aura of killing everyone.

The boss has a very good grasp on the temperament of forcing a good girl to become a prostitute!

How can I answer the call so that I can leave this embarrassing place smoothly without being too embarrassed?

Zhan Haiyang was racking his brains when he suddenly heard the doorbell ringing from the door, as if it was the sound of nature.

Zhou Jingyun frowned, who is it?

Usually there aren't many people coming to his house, not to mention it's late at night now.

Zhan Haiyang, on the other hand, was full of joy, as if he was expecting reinforcements.

The young man's face turned into a smile and he said cheerfully: "I just asked the driver to buy some food. He should be here."

"Why don't you, boss, wash it first and call me later if you need it?"

Then he immediately turned around and walked out without waiting for Zhou Jingyun to answer.

Seeing the little idiot running away, Zhou Jingyun raised his lips and smiled contemptuously.

You little brat, you still want to fight with him!

The man held the tips of his ears that were already burning red, still stubbornly believing that he had won this round.

Walking into the bathroom, Zhou Jingyun raised his arms and finished taking a bath.

He was also worried that his hands would get wet again. Besides, he didn't want to take painkillers, and his arms were still aching.

I just washed it randomly and felt better.

After taking a shower, he realized that the difficult part was actually getting dressed.

I slowly wiped off the water, put on my pants, and finally put on my pajamas.

When he returned to the living room from the master bedroom, he was surprised to find that Zhan Haiyang had already cooked millet porridge.

Serve it in a small white porcelain bowl and place it on the dining table.

Next to the small bowl was a small white porcelain plate, with a round fried egg lying on the plate.

The moment his eyes touched the food, Zhou Jingyun realized that he was probably hungry.

The slight burning feeling in my stomach got stronger.

The young man turned out of the kitchen, and his eyes brightened when he saw him.

He seemed to have completely forgotten the embarrassment at the bathroom door just now, and the corners of his lips raised happily.

"Boss, you should eat something before going to bed."

Zhou Jingyun has never felt like the lights in his home were too bright like tonight.

The lights in the bathroom are too bright and the lights in the restaurant are too bright and dazzle my eyes.

When he found out, Zhou Jingyun found that he had already sat down at the dining table.

The last time he ate noodles cooked by Little Dugua, he knew that his cooking skills were good.

Although it is not as good as the chefs outside, it is still delicious to eat.

"The millet porridge has no taste. I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to drink it, so I fried this egg."

The eggs are drizzled with a little soy sauce and vinegar, and the smell makes people salivate involuntarily.

In the original world, he often had to cook for himself when he was in elementary school.

At that time, the neighbor's grandma saw that he was clumsy and could not even cook an egg until it was fried, so she smiled and taught him how to make this kind of fried egg.

Since then, Zhan Haiyang felt that fried eggs should taste like this.

Zhou Jingyun didn't respond, but took the chopsticks to pick up the fried eggs.

The crispy fried egg whites made a slight crunching sound between his lips and teeth.

But the yolk part is exactly what he likes.

The man lowered his head and said nothing. He only took one bite of eggs and one bite of porridge.

The movements are graceful, but the eating speed is not slow at all. After three bites, it is almost bottoming out.

Zhan Haiyang looked at him and said nothing. He didn't know whether he was angry about "taking off his clothes" just now, or whether the food was not to his taste.

The young man slowly put away the smile on his face and said timidly:

"I don't know your preferences, so I made them the way I like. How does it taste?"

After Zhou Jingyun finished eating, he looked up at him.

But it doesn't directly answer Zhan Haiyang's question.

He gently put down his chopsticks and said, "There is a guest room at home. You go there and lay the floor. Don't ruin my sofa."

The words were obviously meant to be disgusting, but Zhan Haiyang's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he instantly smiled.

Hehe, boss, this means you are satisfied.

The young man quickly picked up the dishes on the dining table and asked in a very stupid manner, "Boss, when will you get up tomorrow morning?"

"I'll get up early and make some fresh meat wontons, and then go to work after you're full."

Zhou Jingyun pursed his lips and suppressed the smile that was about to be hidden.

"I'll leave at eight o'clock, don't make me late."