Straight Men Taming

Chapter 29

When the phone rang, Wang Cheng was dealing with piles of project documents, and the marketing of new products of the Wang Group was not going well. The company was so busy these days that it was on its back, trying its best to find solutions.

The ringtone of "Ringling, ringing" interrupted his thoughts, Wang Cheng frowned, picked it up without raising his head, and stared at the feedback report in his hand angrily.

"Hello?" He was irritated by the continuously declining promotion data, and his tone was very bad.

Song Zhe was so startled by the harsh tone that he broke into a cold sweat, recalling the night when he fled in a hurry, thinking carefully that the other party probably really didn't want to associate with him anymore.

He pursed his lips bitterly, deliberately ignoring the dull pain in his heart, and forced himself to say in a calm tone: "It's me, Song Zhe."

When the sound came from the receiver, Wang Cheng froze for a moment, and the papers in his hands were scattered all over the floor. He didn't come back to his senses until the pen on the desk hit the floor with a "thud".

His brain seemed to be shut down, and he wanted to blurt out countless subconscious words, how are you doing?Have you eaten on time?Are you busy with work?Do you often work night shifts?Are you still sad?Remember me?

But the heart was so tense that it contracted, and Wang Cheng rolled his Adam's apple and said the most unwise sentence in a panic: "Look for me...what can I do?"

After being silent for a long time and only saying this sentence, Song Zhe felt sore and painful, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I have a friend here who wants to do promotion, please ask me to see if you can do it."

Wang Cheng was completely blank, and he just wanted to hear this lingering voice carefully again. He squeezed his sweaty palms and tried to calm himself: "As long as it's online promotion, you can do it."

"Well," Song Zhe lowered his eyes, and the sunlight outside the window hurt his eyes, "Then I'll send you his contact information later."

"Okay..." Wang Cheng's voice was hoarse, and he obviously wanted to say more, even if he asked him how he was doing, his sore throat made his eyes red first.

"Well, that's it." After saying this, Song Zhe hung up the phone.

Staring blankly at the phone, as if just now was just an illusion caused by thinking too much, Wang Cheng thought of what he blurted out just now, and was so regretful that he wished to punch himself twice.

What the hell are you doing!Xiao Zhe must have thought that he hated him!

Just as he was beating his chest and not knowing how to make up for it, a text message from Song Zhe came, a simple string of names and phone numbers, but it immediately made Wang Cheng panic and almost couldn't hold his phone steady.

After deleting, deleting, modifying, and calling countless times, Wang Cheng sent the text message, but began to fidget and wait for Song Zhe's reply.

Song Zhe looked at Wang Cheng's text message and frowned.

"Got it, how are you doing recently?"

What does it mean?How about some courtesy?

Song Zhe twitched the corners of his mouth, meditated for a while before replying: Very good.

Seeing Song Zhe's reply to the message, Wang Cheng stood up excitedly from his seat, pacing back and forth in the office awkwardly.

Xiao Zhe said he was fine, so is he at work today?Are you tired from work recently?Do you blame yourself?

There are too many questions I want to ask him, and too many things I want to say to Song Zhe. Wang Cheng is like a young man who is just in love, and he doesn't know how to react to the person he loves.

After thinking for a long time, I finally couldn't help picking up the phone and typing: Did you have a good meal?You have a bad stomach, don't eat fast food often.

Song Zhe originally wanted to put down his phone to watch a detective drama. Today is a rare day off, and he should enjoy this comfortable afternoon, but his limbs seemed out of his control. He turned on the TV, but his eyes drifted to the phone unconsciously.

When the screen turned on, he took the phone almost instantly, swallowed before he dared to slide the screen to unlock, his palms were covered with sweat.

But seeing Wang Cheng's text message, Song Zhe became confused again, he really didn't understand what this man wanted.Don't you want to hide from yourself?Don't you want to have anything to do with yourself anymore?How is it now?After he was sentenced to death, he came to ask him if it hurts to be shot?

Even the plots on TV were no longer interesting, Song Zhe tossed and turned on the sofa, hesitating how to respond, after thinking for a long time he decided it was better to be indifferent, after all he was not a saint with pure six roots, he was really afraid that Wang Cheng would give him expectations and The pain crushed by hand.

"I'll take care of myself."

Seeing Song Zhe's reply, Wang Cheng felt worried again. The kitten, who was raised by himself quite healthy at the beginning, now lives alone, and must have been hastily dismissed every day.

The employees of the company, looking through the glass, see the boss standing for a while, sitting down again for a while, smiling for a while, and frowning for a while.

Recently, ghosts can tell that Wang Cheng is not feeling well. Today, I am afraid that it is a harbinger of a storm. Men and women hurriedly put their heads down and speed up the work at hand, praying that the boss will not catch their pigtails.

Back and forth, the two chatted until late at night, and it was not until Song Zhe was about to go to bed that he said: Good night.

He hastily turned off the screen and turned over to urge himself not to be cheap, but when the phone vibrated, he still picked it up subconsciously to check it.

"Good night, sweet dreams."

In just a few words, Song Zhe smiled as if he had eaten honey, and patted his hot face. He sank his head into the pillow and took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably.

Wang Cheng actively contacted the old train conductor. He thought it was a small order, but he didn't expect that the other party only said: "I can rest assured that Xiao Zhe recommended it" and signed the contract very readily, and the amount was not low.

He was so happy that he hummed a little song. He thought that he and Song Zhe had been texting constantly in the past few days, and he was in a trance when he returned to the time when the relationship was good. He wanted to send a message to the kitten immediately to announce the good news.

But it stands to reason that Song Zhe helped him make such a large order, and he should thank him face to face, but Wang Cheng became anxious again.

Is it to invite the kitten to have a rubbing meal in the restaurant?Or send a gift?

He shook his head, thought for a long time and decided that it would be appropriate to cook and invite Song Zhe himself, will he agree?

As soon as he drove back to the company, Wang Cheng couldn't wait to dial Song Zhe before he had time to sit down. After waiting for more than ten seconds to connect, he almost went through all the possibilities in his mind. Will be abrupt, how to deal with being rejected, biting his lip, he was so embarrassed that he was sweating.

"Hello." Song Zhe's refreshing voice came from the receiver, Wang Cheng's back tensed suddenly, and he started to stutter when he opened his mouth: "Little...Little Zhe."

"Well, what's the matter?" Song Zhe felt a little flustered when he received the call, clenched his fists, and waited for his next words.

"Uh... um, I've signed the contract." Wang Cheng felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and he stood by the bed, not knowing where to put his hands.

"Congratulations." Hearing that he was working, Song Zhe breathed a sigh of relief and sincerely congratulated.

"Thank you very much this time, I..." Wang Cheng squeezed the window frame with sweaty palms, and then mustered up the courage to say: "I want to invite you to my house for dinner, thank you in person."

Song Zhe almost subconsciously refused, the two had just broken up for a month, and they had finally adapted to life again. I am afraid that they will be worried again when they meet again, but there is a voice in his head that keeps clamoring for misses, want to see Wang Cheng, want to be by his side, want to see Wang Cheng, want to be by his side, want to Continue to have intersections, even if you want to take back all the greed and just be ordinary friends.

"Okay," Song Zhe pursed his lips, as if he had made a lot of determination.

Hearing his promise, Wang Cheng was overjoyed, and hurriedly responded: "Okay, okay, then this Friday, I'll make some preparations. I can cook whatever you want."

Unable to keep his nose sour, Song Zhe sniffed and smiled and said, "It's all right, I'm fine."

"Okay! No problem! Then I'll send you my address later!" When he hung up the phone, Wang Cheng walked back and forth in the office excitedly. He pinched himself several times before he believed it was not a dream.

The kitten is going to come to eat at home, and thinking of this, Wang Cheng's heart surges, wishing to see Song Zhe on Friday and feel relieved.

In the midst of joy, he thought about the dishes that day. Song Zhe must have not paid attention to his diet recently, and he had to cook something nutritious and delicious, otherwise his picky eater mouth would pout again, and he would put down after eating two chopsticks.

In the next few days, Wang Cheng's happy expression made the whole company gasp. They discussed in private that the company was about to close down.

Wang Cheng twitched his lips and sent the secretary out. After get off work, he went to the shopping mall to buy a full set of kitchen utensils. Since he moved into the new house, he was so sad that he had never started a business. Now that Song Zhe is going to eat, he must treat him with the highest configuration.

Until Friday, he left the company early, went to the supermarket to buy fresh vegetables and meat, and hurried home.

The dishes were almost ready, when the doorbell rang in the living room, he wiped the handle on his apron and hurried out to open the door.

The kitten has lost some weight, and its delicate facial features are still beautiful and beautiful on its fair face. The casual T-shirt on its body looks a little empty, and the brown coffee-colored cropped pants reveal its slender legs.

Song Zhe smiled shyly and nodded to Wang Cheng, indicating that he was on time.

Wang Cheng took a breath nervously, the person he had been thinking about day and night was right in front of him, his heart was pounding so hard that he couldn't hold his breath.

"Quick, come in." Stretching out his hand to pull Song Zhe, Wang Cheng bent down and took out the home shoes he had prepared, his face flushed with joy.

Song Zhe replied "Okay," walked into the room, put on his shoes, and Cherry's little mouth pursed uncomfortably.

Wang Cheng arranged for him to sit down at the dining table, and hurried back to the kitchen to cook, shouting as he hurriedly said, "There's just one more soup, you can eat first, you're welcome."

"It's okay, I'll wait for you." Song Zhe said in response, looking at Wang Cheng's new home on his own.

In the spacious four-bedroom room of [-] square meters, there are only sofas, coffee tables, dining tables, and even no TV, let alone the decoration, which is simple enough to be described as a bare house.

"Eh..." Song Zhe thought about how to word it properly, and said hesitantly, "Isn't your house...too simple?"

Wang Cheng came out with the seafood soup, and smiled awkwardly: "Hi! I don't have time to do it. The company was very busy a while ago, so I just slept when I moved here. Even the secretary helped take care of these furniture. .”

Yes, your uncle has a secretary.Song Zhe rolled his eyes and cursed.

Cursing his lips, he turned around and picked up the bowls and chopsticks to start eating. Not to mention, Wang Cheng's cooking skills can be regarded as superb. One day, if the company goes bankrupt and quits, maybe he can make a fortune as a cook.

"Hey, don't just eat the vegetables, I just bought the live shrimps today, try them quickly, they're so fresh!" Wang Cheng served Song Zhe with food, grinning his mouth to the back of his ears.

"I don't like peeling shrimp..." Song Zhe muttered in a low voice, frowning and looking at the shrimp in the bowl, hesitating whether to do it or not.

Wang Cheng cast an angry glance at him, took out the prawns from Song Zhe's bowl, peeled them naturally, and put them back into his bowl until all the prawns were cleaned.

Song Zhe picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth, and the fresh and tender juice of the shrimp overflowed his mouth instantly, "Mmm, it's delicious." He admired sincerely.

"It's delicious, then eat more, you must not have taken good care of yourself recently." Wang Cheng was so happy that he liked it, he was busy peeling one after another and stuffing it into his bowl.

I thought it was an embarrassing meal, but I never thought that the two of them would have a harmonious atmosphere and laughter. After Song Zhe was full of wine and food, he relaxed and leaned on his back, stroking his round belly, and the conversation started.

Pointing to the dilapidated house in Wangcheng, Song Zhe joked, "I said you are quite rich now, why do you live like a slum?"

Wang Cheng also followed his fingertips to look at his new house, and nodded in agreement: "It's really interesting." After thinking about it, he said, "Then why don't you show me how to fix it."

Hey, Song Zhe sighed in his heart, and said that he would not be entangled with this bastard any more, but he would admit it.

"Okay, I'll take a day off tomorrow. Let's go to the home furnishing market and let you see my master's appreciation level." He raised his eyebrows and agreed to Wang Cheng loudly.

As a reward for his sumptuous dinner, Song Zhe found a reason for himself.

"Okay! Young Master Song, it's all up to your instructions!" Wang Cheng looked at the kitten with doting eyes, and his tone was gentle.

That's good, I'm very satisfied to be able to see him from the nearest place.Wang Cheng comforted himself in his heart.

The author has something to say:

About today, I'm really unhappy.

Is it because I came to my aunt?Or was it rejected again?

Sad, I don’t read much about this book at the moment, I decided to let go of my arms and write, haha, there will be more abuse later, don’t hit me~~~

Spoiler alert, Wang Cheng will finally decide to get married...of course with a woman,,,