married everyday

No matter how hard Manager Zhang planned, he never thought that he would develop into sharing the same bed so quickly.

Well, it can barely be regarded as two people sharing the same bed.

Manager Zhang looked at the dog's head leaning on his shoulder, panting enthusiastically, and thought so.

Dongfang Wuzai didn't have a change of clothes, so he wore manager Zhang's underwear after taking a shower.Of course, the underwear is actually new, and Manager Zhang himself has not worn it.Manager Zhang also asked him to go to the closet to get a set of pajamas, but Dongfang Wuzai felt that a pair of underwear was enough, what clothes did he wear when he was already asleep!Therefore, when leaving the bathroom, only the triangle area of ​​Dongfang Wuzai's body was covered with cloth.

Manager Zhang silently buried himself in the quilt.

He does have a stomach problem, and this stomach problem is indeed a long-standing problem. This time, in order to make himself really sick, he purposely overeats after a hungry meal, and eats ice after eating a hot meal. He also ate authentic Sichuan food, so his stomach protested seriously.

So, my stomach really hurts!

After drinking the potion, Manager Zhang didn't feel much better.He couldn't help thinking in his heart, although he was acting a little bit, he couldn't cause acute gastritis, right?If it really got to the level of gastritis, I would definitely have to go to the hospital. I don’t know how much work was delayed this time!But if he really went to the hospital, he would have even more reason to keep Dongfang Wuza by his side.A man like Dongfang would certainly not leave a sick friend behind.

Due to the fact that he was not feeling well, and the two idiots like Qunqing insisted on joining in the fun, even though there was a beautiful man who was almost naked lying beside him, Manager Zhang didn't have any charming thoughts in his heart.According to his previous habit, he covered his stomach with his palm, which would make him feel better.

Dongfang Wuzai patted Qunqing's buttocks, Qunqing squirmed like a bug on the bed, changed her position and continued acting coquettishly.Dongfang Wuzai took the opportunity to get close to Zhang Junxian, put his hand on Zhang Junxian's stomach, and said, "I'll cover it for you. Just sleep peacefully, hurry up!"

Even though the two were very close to each other on the same bed, there was still no charming atmosphere, because Dongfang Wuhai was too calm.Manager Zhang sighed in his heart, indulged himself and fell asleep.When he woke up the next day, Manager Zhang didn't feel any stomach pain anymore.

It was a particularly sunny morning.

Manager Zhang's bedroom has dark curtains, and the sun doesn't shine in the room all year round.But today is different, the heavy curtains were pulled open, and the sunlight penetrated into the lazy tentacles through the glass windows.I have to admit that being able to see the sun when waking up early can really put people in a good mood.

Manager Zhang got up slowly, recalling what happened last night, he suddenly felt ashamed.

What the hell am I doing!

Manager Zhang really wanted to cover his face.

When he finished washing and walked out of the bedroom with his slippers on, Dongfang Wuzai, who had come back from walking his dog, was cleaning.He was mopping the floor with one of those indoor mops that wring out water.The floor of the living room is covered with tiles, which is not actually dirty, but some hairs can still be picked up by sweeping.

"Are you awake? The porridge is cooking in the kitchen, and it will be ready soon." Dongfang Wuzai said with a smile.

Manager Zhang's eyes were fixed on the hair that was swept out, and he felt more and more ashamed.Even though he had just mopped the floor two days ago, why was Dongfang Wuyou sweeping out the dirt today?It seems that he usually neglects to clean up!This is really ruining his image!

Dongfang Wuzai seemed to be aware of Manager Zhang's embarrassment, and planned to tell a joke to ease the atmosphere. He straightened up with a mop in his hand and said, "Have you ever heard of a three-line poem? The name is "Women and Cats". I will read it to you." Ah. Cough cough! Cat owners, long-haired women, the house is full of fur."

"..."

"This poem can be used if you change it. It's called "Man and Dog". Dogs, men with hair loss, the house is full of hair."

"..."

"Hahahahahaha, isn't it very image-like? As a manager, you have to socialize at any time, and you need to deal with the media at any time. The work pressure must be very high, right? It's normal to lose a little hair every day." Many, mainly because ultramarine is shedding hair.But poetry can use the rhetorical device of hyperbole.Therefore, Dongfang Wuzai ridiculed Manager Zhang as a "hair loss man", is this also okay?

"I'm hungry." Manager Zhang changed the subject very abruptly.

"The porridge will be ready soon." Dongfang Wuzai said.He got up early today, stopped by the morning market while walking the dog, and bought some fresh vegetables.In Zhang's kitchen, he found a small milk pot that he hadn't used since he bought it, and cooked a pot of vegetable porridge for breakfast.The porridge is almost ready.Dongfang Wuzai originally planned to wake up Manager Zhang after dragging the living room, but he didn't expect Manager Zhang to get up first.

The floor of the living room was almost finished, so Dongfang Wuzai simply finished it before going to the kitchen to serve the porridge.

Manager Zhang sat at the dining table and watched Dongfang Wuzai busy.This is Broker Zhang's home, but at this moment, Dongfang Wuzai is more like a master than Broker Zhang.There was clanging and clanking in the kitchen, adding a lot of worldliness to a space that always seemed too big.

Vegetable porridge was served quickly.Because Manager Zhang had a stomachache, Dongfang Wuzai did not dare to cook oily and salty food.He explained in a gentle tone: "Originally, I wanted two more cold dishes, but you should eat less cold ones now. It should be fine to only eat vegetable porridge, right?"

"It's good to have porridge..." Manager Zhang's eyes fell firmly on the porridge again, and the hot air warmed his heart.When he was a junior high school student, many years ago, he had an acute attack of chronic gastritis, went to the hospital alone to get an injection, and then made his own food.The doctor only said not to eat food with oil and salt, so he cooked porridge by himself.After drinking porridge for a whole week, he was going to throw up.

From then on, Manager Zhang hated rice porridge.

But today's vegetable porridge is different.It smells delicious.It looks delicious.The porridge just out of the pot was a little hot. Manager Zhang took a spoon and scraped the porridge from the edge of the bowl bit by bit, eating slowly.After eating the warm porridge, a little sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Is it good?" Dongfang Wuha asked.

"It's delicious...what's for lunch?" Manager Zhang looked forward to it.

Conversation is tricky.If Manager Zhang asks, are you still there at noon?Then Dongfang Wuzai might say that if Manager Zhang feels better, he should go back.But what Manager Zhang is asking now is what to have for lunch, and he has already tacitly agreed that Dongfang Wuhai will stay.For a person like Dongfang Wuhai who has no reservations about his friends, he will naturally follow what Manager Zhang said and cook the lunch at noon.

"Let's make something light... stir-fried small rapeseed or something. What do you think?" Dongfang Wuzai asked.

"It's all good." Manager Zhang continued to drink his porridge with his head down.

After breakfast, Manager Zhang originally wanted to take the initiative to clear the dining table, but Dongfang Wuzhao supported his shoulders, pressed him on the sofa, and said firmly, "You should take a good rest today. What kind of work is it?" Don't do it. By the way, you remember to take your stomach medicine later."

So, Manager Zhang sat on the sofa with a square pillow in his arms, turned on the TV and accompanied Qunqing to watch the Teletubbies.

After Dongfang Wuyou finished cleaning the kitchen, Manager Zhang pointed to the study room and said, "There are two notebooks and a desktop computer in the study room. The notebook is on the table. If you want to use the computer, please feel free. I'll trouble you today. Has it delayed your work?" Although there were words of apology in his mouth, normal people would say "If you are busy, go first and treat you to dinner next time", but Manager Zhang didn't.

"It's okay, we have free working hours, and it's okay if we don't work for a day." Dongfang Wuyou ran to the study and took a notebook out, and sat on the sofa next to Manager Zhang, "There's nothing to do now, I can learn Sign language for a while. There are really all kinds of resources on the Internet!"

Manager Zhang looked sideways at the screen.For Dongfang Wuzai, to do good deeds within his ability is a requirement he has for himself.But he rented a house before and wanted to increase his income for donations, and now he has started to learn sign language by himself. It seems that he is more eager to do good deeds?

Taking advantage of Dongfang Wuyou's time to concentrate on learning sign language, Manager Zhang hid in the bathroom of the bedroom and secretly made a phone call.

The call was to Shu Jiuhuai.

Shu Jiuhuai held the food in his left hand and the food in his right. He lowered his head and rubbed his nose against the screen to connect the phone.

"Is the bottle of shampoo you bought last time useful? The one that prevents hair loss is said to be purchased from a foreign agent?" Broker Zhang asked.

The shampoo Shu Jiuhuai recently used is indeed anti-hair loss. It’s not that he has hair loss troubles, but that he often has to style his hair, and his hair is always tossed by gels, hair dyes, etc., so he needs to maintain his hair deliberately at ordinary times. All shampoos have certain efficacy.

"Xiao Zhou said it was very useful..."

"Then send me the sign later." Manager Zhang said.The little uncle, who was worried that he would have a middle-aged hair loss crisis, decided to take precautions.

"Okay..." Shu Jiuhuai continued to eat.

Manager Zhang asked alertly: "What are you eating? Where's Xiao Zhou?"

"It's just... just ordinary steamed buns, it's steamed buns! Didn't I just wake up from sleep? It's a normal breakfast. Xiao Zhou went home last night, come over later." Shu Jiuhuai hurriedly said, "You Believe me, I didn't even drink milk, I only drank a little plain water."

In fact, pasta is more likely to make people fat than rice.But Shu Jiuhuai always felt that the steamed buns were choking, and he couldn't eat much every time he ate them.

Manager Zhang felt a little relieved, and said, "You'd better not sneak around and give yourself extra meals."

"It's really steamed buns." Shu Jiuhuai finished eating the vegetable buns in his left hand, and then began to nibble on the meat buns in his right hand.

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Death is a new birth.

Hope emerges from despair.

Children who eat everything fat are angels with broken wings, and they are also angels when they become fat.

And Baozi...

Ah, buns!

It is really a kind of steamed bun, even though it has stuffing hidden in it.

--"I did not lie"