Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Song Yuan wants to make money to marry Jiang Que, so he has been a bit busy recently.

Because I was too tired from work, I fell asleep as soon as I got home.

Jiang Que didn't make trouble for him when he saw this, but watched Song Yuan build the company step by step.

In just one year since the company was founded, it has become a dark horse in the industry.

As the person behind the successful man, Jiang Que kept pinching the successful man's waist, dragging him and pushing him forward.

Because making money was so hard, Song Yuan hugged his pillow and cried until his tears dried up, leaving only a hoarse howl.

"Mr. Jiang, you are not a human being!!"

Jiang Que, who was not a human, smiled without saying anything and returned all the money that had been accumulated during this period to him all at once.

The company is on the right track and has achieved remarkable results.

Because the Chinese New Year is coming soon, Song Yuan, who has been busy for half a year, finally gets a break...

Rest your ass!!

Song Yuan woke up early in the morning and slowly got out of bed, holding his legs.

No one knew where the dog man had gone, and he had to pour it himself if he wanted to drink some water.

He has no sense of responsibility and just ran away with his pants up.

This winter is not particularly cold.

After drinking the water, Song Yuan went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then applied medicine on himself.

Song Yuan was bored, so he went to the kitchen to cook some noodles.

Jiang Que came back just as the water was boiling and the noodles were ready.

Song Yuan could see the open kitchen as soon as he raised his eyes, but he was angry with him because this guy was too cruel last night and he was embarrassed when he woke up in the morning.

The angry Song Yuan was afraid that Jiang Que couldn't see that he was angry, so he stood in front of the stove with a sullen face and didn't give him a good look.

Because it was drizzling and cold outside, Jiang Que came in holding an umbrella. He was wearing Song Yuan's British-style beige over-the-knee coat with a black base, a scarf and a mask. It not only made his skin look fair, but also made him look tall and handsome. It was a completely different style from when it was worn by Song Yuan.

Jiang Que was holding the breakfast he had just bought. He put his umbrella at the door and came in to change his shoes. He took off his coat and scarf and hung them on the coat rack. He threw away the mask, revealing a face that was even more handsome than its mysteriousness.

Seeing Song Yuan cooking and putting breakfast on the dining table, he went over and hugged him from behind.

She kissed his face, stared at the boiling pot with Song Yuan, and said softly, "You woke up so early? Your mouth is so pouty that you can dry noodles. Are you dissatisfied with the noodles in the pot, or with my performance last night?"

Song Yuan was angry and didn't want to talk. He kept stirring the noodles in the pot with chopsticks.

Jiang Que, who was hugging him from behind, laughed softly, put his head on Song Yuan's shoulder, and rubbed his ear with the tip of his nose, which was itchy. He stretched out his low-key voice: "It seems that neither of you is satisfied. Then I will try harder today."

Song Yuan finally responded and glared at him, twisting his body to push him away: "Don't touch me, I'm very angry now."

Jiang Que, who was pushed away, pressed forward again. His hands were still cold because he had just come back from outside.

The moment he put the sticker on her, he immediately opened Song Yuan's pajamas and put his icy hands on Song Yuan's butt to warm them, saying: "It's cold and can reduce swelling."

Song Yuan exploded.

Blushing, he pushed the person away: "Get lost!!"

But because the voice is hoarse, it seems to lack momentum.

Jiang Que was pushed away and leaned back a bit. He directly put his arms around Song Yuan's waist. After using Song Yuan's strength to stand firmly, he put his arm around Song Yuan with one hand, lifted him up, turned him half a circle and put him behind him. He snatched the chopsticks from Song Yuan's hand and signaled him to go to the dining table with his eyes.

"You bought breakfast, go eat it, I'll cook it."

Seeing him turn around and start to roll up his sleeves, Song Yuan curled his lips slightly and slapped Jiang Que on the butt: "Don't think I will forgive you."

After the photo shoot, perhaps out of fear of Jiang Que’s revenge, she raised her chin with a proud look on her face and quickened her pace.

Jiang Que was stunned for a moment and stared at his figure.

Seeing him sit down and start eating without turning his head, he didn't say anything and scooped out the noodles.

Finally, Song Yuan ate the breakfast that Jiang Que brought back, and Jiang Que ate the bowl of noodles.