False Poor and Real Boss

"Assistant Yue, there is a courier from Mr. Xin."

In the corridor, Yue Yang had just finished talking with the boss of finance, when he heard the voice, he said without raising his head: "How many times have I said it, put it on the front desk."

"But the courier brother said that Mr. Xin must sign for it himself."

The little administrative girl looked troubled.

Is it some important information?Yue Yang frowned, and said to the front desk: "You ask the courier to find me."

The executive nodded and walked back quickly.Not long after, a young man wearing the uniform of XX company courier, mask and peaked cap came in.

Yue Yang noticed the box he was holding in his hand, and didn't look at that person too much, he just said: "I'm Mr. Xin's assistant, just sign for it for me."

"I'm sorry." The courier boy's voice was sweet, he raised his lowered hat brim, and looked at Yue Yang with a pair of peach blossom eyes with a smile: "Boss Xin must sign for it himself."

Yue Yang saw clearly the face under the brim of his hat, and was taken aback.Isn't this... Yan Daxing?I saw him last time when he delivered documents to Mr. Xin.

"Mr. Yan, why is it you..." Yue Yang looked very surprised.

"I'm doing a variety show, and it happens to be close to your place, so I want to come and see Mr. Xin."

"Oh." Yue Yang nodded quickly: "Boss Xin is in the office and just finished a meeting. Shall I call him for you?"

"No, I'll just go in by myself." Yan Fei winked at him: "Thanks."

Yue Yang watched him walk towards the conference room, scratching his hair in confusion.Why does he think that the relationship between Yan Fei and Mr. Xin is unusual... But Mr. Xin already has a girlfriend.Hey, speaking of it, Miss Fei looks a bit like Yan Fei...

General Manager's Office.

There was a knock on the door.

Xin Rong thought it was Yue Yang, and said without raising his head, "Go in."

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, he took a sip of his coffee and said calmly, "What does Mr. Liu from Finance say?"

There was no response, he frowned handsomely, and raised his head with some dissatisfaction: "You—" the words suddenly choked, and turned into surprise: "Which courier are you?"

The current courier is so bold that he dares to go directly into his office!

"A gentleman gave you a gift, and you need to sign for it yourself."

The courier boy's voice was a little hoarse.

Xin Rong stood up and looked suspiciously at the young man in front of him wearing a peaked cap and a mask.

"Who sent it?" He glanced at the rectangular cardboard box in his hand.

"You'll know when you open it."

The delivery guy put the carton on the desk, and before Xin Rong could speak, he said, "Let me unpack it for you."

Xin Rong thought that he was going to open the box with scissors, and was waiting for him to make a move. Unexpectedly, he pressed his hand somewhere on the cardboard box, and the small cardboard box opened.

A fresh fragrance spread over the surface.

Xin Rong looked down, only to find that there was a pot of green gardenia in the box, and two small white and delicate flowers had bloomed, with a strong fragrance.

"Boss Xin, do you like it?"

Xin Rongzheng wondered why there was a familiar voice suddenly. When he looked up, he saw the "deliverer brother" took off his hat and mask, and looked at him with a smile.

When Xin Rong saw Yan Fei's face, his expression was wonderful.

"You—" He was pleasantly surprised and surprised, and looked at him in amazement: "Why are you here?"

"I just recorded a variety show nearby, and I finished my work. I happened to be near your place, so I wanted to come and have a look." Yan Fei carefully placed the pot of gardenias on his table: "Passing by a nearby flower shop, I saw The gardenias in their store are blooming just right, so I want to buy a pot for you."

Xin Rong glanced at the pot of delicately packaged gardenias, warming her chest, and said softly, "Thank you."

"It's nothing, as long as you like it." The most important thing is that this pot of gardenia is placed in his office, and he can think of him when he smells the fragrance.

Yan Fei thought happily, looking at Xin Rong's face, noticing something, his handsome brows frowned slightly.

Before, Xin Rong sat behind his desk, blocked by the computer, so he couldn't see his face clearly.But when he stood up, Yan Fei found a small wound on the corner of his mouth.

"Boss Xin, here..." He pointed to the corner of his mouth, "What's wrong?"

As soon as Xin Rong was reminded by him, he remembered that the wound bitten by Lu Chen yesterday was still there.Unpleasant memories were brought back, he pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and said, "It's nothing, I accidentally knocked on it."

"Only hit the lips?" Yan Fei looked suspicious, and couldn't help but look closely at Xin Rong's face.That handsome face suddenly magnified before his eyes, and Xin Rong was a little distracted for a moment, and when Yan Fei's finger touched the corner of his lips, he looked away as if he had been scalded.

"It's really fine, it's scabbed over."

Xin Rong wiped her lower lip uncomfortably.

Yan Fei knew that he was lying, he was an actor, and he was best at observing the slight changes in other people's faces, not to mention that Xin Rong didn't know how to hide his flustered expression at all.

"Since we're here, let's have dinner together tonight." Xin Rong didn't want him to keep staring at her mouth, so she changed the subject.

Yan Fei blinked: "Okay."

Xin Rong asked Yue Yang to book a restaurant for dinner.

There was still some time before get off work, and as the CEO of the company, Xin Rong couldn't leave early, so Yan Fei had to sit on the sofa and wait for him.

"I'll leave after changing the PPT in my hand."

Xin Rong was very embarrassed.

"It's okay, you concentrate on your work and don't worry about me."

Yan Fei rested his chin and stared intently at Xin Rong's side face amidst the scent of gardenia.

It is said that men who work hard are the most handsome, this sentence is absolutely true!

Originally, Xin Rong was already handsome enough, but now he is sitting behind his desk in a suit with abstinence on his face, his looks and aura are beyond the mark, making people want to bow down under his suit pants every minute!

Even if he didn't raise his head, Xin Rong could still feel Yan Fei's hot eyes sticking to his face.He has always been a calm and restrained person before the collapse of a mountain, but he doesn't know why he feels flustered just by being watched by him.

"You can... watch a movie or TV." He could no longer pretend to ignore that gaze, and raised his head.

Yan Fei was caught by him, and he didn't hide it, but blinked playfully: "Okay, I'll watch a movie right away, and promise not to disturb Mr. Xin."

After he finished speaking, he turned on his mobile phone, plugged in earplugs, connected to the wireless, and sat there quietly watching a movie by himself.

Xin Rong finished modifying the PPT very quickly.

When she raised her head again, Yan Fei was still sitting on the sofa by the window with her chin resting in that position.

He lowered his head, most of his body sank into the sofa, his long legs had no place to rest, and they were lazily folded.The profile of his face was so graceful that he could hardly take his eyes off it.

Xin Rong closed the computer, squeezed her palms, walked up to him, and patted his shoulder lightly.

"Let's go, you can get off work."

Yan Fei raised his head and smiled at him: "Okay, I'll clean up."

He tidied up his ear wires, put on his mask and hat again, and followed Xin Rong out briskly.

"You don't need to change your clothes?" Xin Rong glanced at his courier clothes.

"No need, just use it as a disguise." Yan Fei smiled and looked at Xin Rong ambiguously: "Of course, if Mr. Xin doesn't like it, I can change it right away."

"fine."

Xin Rong didn't dare to look at him, turned around and walked forward.

When approaching the restaurant, Xin Rong suddenly remembered a very important question.

He asked Yue Yang to book a restaurant on his own initiative, but he didn't seem to ask Yan Fei what he likes to eat?

"Do you...do you have any favorite dishes?" When the car was about to reach the restaurant, Xin Rong turned around and asked the people around him.

Yan Fei was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "I have a heavy taste, I like spicy food, the spicier the better. However, due to professional reasons, I often have to suppress my nature." At the end, there was a hint of pity in her tone.

Xin Rong made a silent note, and when she was waiting for the red light, she quickly sent a message to Yue Yang.

Within 2 minutes, Yueyang replied: I have booked a Hunan cuisine restaurant, the address is No. 520, XX Road.

"Hey, didn't you turn left to go to that restaurant, why did you turn right?"

Yan Fei was puzzled, he saw that Xin Rong's navigation clearly turned left.

"There's no room for that one, let's change one."

Xin Rong looked indifferent.

"Oh." Yan Fei didn't care about these details, as long as he could eat with Xin Rong, he could just drink plain porridge.

Ten minutes later, the two arrived at a famous Hunan restaurant in the city.

Yan Fei flipped through the menu, his eyes sparkled: "Boss Xin, you understand me so well."

"Just order whatever you want." Xin Rong smiled gently.

When Yan Fei looked up, he was dazzled by his smile.Why does he think Mr. Xin is so gentle today?Could it be that he finally has a crush on himself...

You wake up!Don't be sentimental!He is a straight man of steel!

A cruel voice immediately jumped out of his mind to remind him.

Yan Fei sighed inwardly, and continued flipping through the menu.

Suddenly, he realized something, and raised his head solemnly.

"Mr. Xin, shall we change to another restaurant?"

"Why?" Xin Rong was puzzled.

"You can't eat spicy food." He pointed to the corner of his mouth: "It will irritate the wound and affect the healing."

"It's okay, you can order what you like, and I can order light dishes."

It seems to be a solution, but would it be too cruel for Xin Rong to watch him eat spicy shrimp, boiled fish, charcoal-grilled lamb chops, and slobbering chicken?

"I don't care what kind of food I eat, there are no taboos." Xin Rong probably knew what he was thinking, and smiled at him in relief.

The smile was a little big, reaching the wound on the corner of the mouth, Xin Rong gasped in a "hissy" breath.

Yan Fei was so distressed that he quickly passed him the water: "Come on, don't talk, drink more water to moisturize your lips."

After Xin Rong finished drinking the water, he asked the waiter for a small bottle of honey to make warm water for him to drink.

In the end, he didn't order a few spicy dishes, which were all suitable for Xin Rong.Boiled eggs, steamed sea bass, eggplant and beans, Xin Rong couldn't stand it, so he added a spicy shrimp and lamb chops.

An ordinary dinner, the two of them ate very satisfyingly.After paying the bill and coming out of the restaurant, Xin Rong asked Yan Fei if he wanted to go back to the villa.

"I don't want to go back alone, can Mr. Xin come with me?"

Yan Fei blinked and looked at him pitifully.

"It's too scary to live alone in such a big house."

Xin Rong found that she couldn't refuse his request.

"Well, I'll go too." He said as calmly as possible.

"Great!" Yan Fei's joy was beyond words.

Yan Fei glanced at his excited face, the corners of his mouth curled up, and realizing something, he quickly pursed his lips.

On the drive back, Yan Fei mentioned that his 24th birthday will be in a month.

Hearing his age, Xin Rong felt very complicated.

He is 32 years old this year, a full eight years older than Yan Fei.

"By the way, Mr. Xin, when is your birthday?" Yan Fei asked him curiously.

"The second half of the year, November."

"Oh..." Yan Fei counted with his fingers: "It's still a long time."

"I'm in my 30s, and celebrating my birthday isn't as important as you guys, just celebrate it casually." Xin Rong held the steering wheel and said softly.

"What do you mean you are in your 30s?" Yan Fei frowned, not very satisfied that he used his age to belittle himself: "Mr. Xin is still very young, he looks no different from his twenties."

Xin Rong smiled, but did not speak.

When he arrived at the villa, he checked the circuit first before letting Yan Fei take a bath first.

Yan Fei said goodnight to him, and just returned to the room to pack his clothes when the phone rang.

An unfamiliar local number.

Yan Fei had a strange premonition in his heart. He picked up the phone, connected it, and put it to his ear.

"Hey?"

"I'm Lu Chen." The voice on the other end of the phone was low and gloomy: "I want to talk to you."