Little Bastard X Kidnapper

On the way home, Fang Yue's mood was much better than when she was kicked out from Xiang Rong's house that day, because at least someone at home was waiting for her today, so she wouldn't go home with an empty room.Before he knew it, he seemed to be less used to being alone than before.

"I'm back~~" Fang Yue opened the door of the house, and the smell of steamed rice came over the room first, it seemed that Song Song was cooking again.

Song Song held up the kitchen knife and looked over: "Yo~ It's quite punctual~"

"Well. You understand our company. We don't work overtime~" Fang Yue is always proud when talking about this.

"...How dare you say that I don't work overtime while holding a kitchen knife? What do you think of me, a person who often works overtime and can't see the bed for 48 hours? Tell me, do you want the left hand or the right hand?" Song Song asked. Really waved the kitchen knife.

Fang Yue put on her slippers, moved sideways to the living room, with a flattering smile on her face: "I was wrong~ I want both hands~ It's rare that I take care of them so well! Look~ Are your nails shiny? "

"Bright blind me~" Song Song said with a sigh, and pointed to his own sofa bed: "Can you make this a sofa? You can eat on the coffee table in a while and watch TV. Otherwise, the dining table in your house is a little far away from the TV. Eryuan, I'm not used to it."

"Oh. Good." Fang Yue is not particularly particular about eating.

After all, what high requirements can a man who relies on takeaway food have for food.As long as it doesn't affect your beauty or health, and you don't feel like throwing up after eating, Fang Yue can accept it.

In fact, there is a little bit of Fang Yue's little luck in ordering takeaway.Sometimes when he places an order, he will put a note such as "Please find a handsome little brother to deliver the food". Seeing the handsome takeaway brother makes Fang Yue happy, and the food tastes a little better.

Fang Yue skillfully turned the sofa bed back into a sofa, and put the bedding Song sent on the chair of the dining room table in the living room, then turned on the TV and waited for dinner.

Song Song was quick with his hands and feet, and within a short while, three dishes were placed on the small tea table.Fang Yue went to the kitchen to get the bowls and chopsticks, and found that Song sent back a can of beer after buying it.

"Drink?" Fang Yue shook the beer in his hand.

"Yo huh? What's the matter? Come listen to it with me?"

"I can't, I'll just take a sip, and you can drink the rest." He opened the can and took a sip, then immediately bared his teeth and gave Song Song the remaining 90.00%, "It's too bad to drink. No Understand why some people drink too much."

"Haha~" Song Song took two big gulps and hiccupped happily, "That's why you are so naive~ This is a drink for adults, children and juice!"

"Cut~"

Although upset, Fang Yue brought a glass of orange juice over and drank a few sips to suppress the irritation of the alcohol in his mouth.

The two ate while watching TV, and quickly finished their meal.Song Song packed up the dishes and took out the switch he brought over.Fang Yue had never been addicted to games before.When other boys were obsessed with games, basketball and girls in school, he had already started to obsess over handsome guys very intently.game?Do not have time.

He found it really interesting to play so relaxedly now, and he couldn't stop at all.It was almost twelve o'clock when he noticed the time again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Fang Yue yelled like killing a pig.

Song Song covered his ears. "Shutup! What the hell are you screaming! Look, you threw all the meat on the floor! That plate hasn't been washed yet!" He pointed at the villain controlled by Yue above the TV and shouted.The Hell's Kitchen played by the two is a checkpoint game, and they must cooperate to complete the task.The progress of the game was greatly slowed down when Fang Yue stopped like this, and it seemed that this level would be impossible to pass.

"It's already twelve o'clock!"

"So? You're going to cut up that meat!" Song Song continued to play the game.

Fang Yue had already put down the organic handle and muttered: "It's over, it's over..."

"You know it's over, don't you? You can't pass this level!" Song Song persisted, but it was impossible to complete all the steps of serving dishes with one hand, and the quality of the dishes continued to decline.

"Going to bed so late will cause dark circles! Never mind! I won't take a shower today, I'm going to bed!" Fang Yue got up while talking, "You go to bed early too. We're playing tomorrow. Don't let yourself pass the level secretly! "

"Hey! You—!"

After the game failed, Fang Yue slammed the door and entered the bedroom.

Song Song was abandoned in the living room, even if he failed the game, in front of him were the half-eaten and unpacked snacks, his own sofa bed was not made yet, and the bedding was still piled on the chairs in the dining room.

He scratched the back of his head, shook his head and sighed, before he got up and began to tidy up.

While cleaning the coffee table, he muttered: "Ah... No matter how beautiful it is, no one would dare to take it..."

It is said that overtime is not allowed, but that is for veterans who can complete the assigned tasks on time and according to the amount. Little stupid birds like Xiang Rong must fly first and continue to fly, even on weekends.

So Xiang Rong couldn't hold back and took the work home.I got up on Saturday morning and went to the gym to exercise for two hours. After I got home and took a shower, I sat at my desk.

It took him a few days to learn about the company's background, sort out the information Fang Yue sent to him, and it was only yesterday that he actually wrote and designed it by hand.However, the progress is not bad, and he is personally satisfied.

The plan this time is the promotional posters and advertisements for Company F's business promotion in the second half of the year, and of course the corresponding copywriting.Although the final part of the copywriting is only a few hundred words, the explanation of each sentence must be in place, and every word of oneself must be sold to Party A.In many cases, the copywriting itself seems to be fine, but due to Party B’s improper interpretation of the words, Party A’s heart has undergone a subtle change. The originally normal wording is not good, which eventually leads to repeated revisions.

Fang Yue was originally in charge of the case, but now he assigned the poster design to Xiang Rong, and left the advertisement and copywriting for himself.

Xiang Rong spent more than half a day on Saturday to complete the two versions of the finished product. Looking left and right, he felt that both were okay, but he was not particularly satisfied with either, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

After scratching his hair and thinking for more than half an hour, he gave up.

This is not something he, a rookie, can decide.

Seeing that it was almost eleven o'clock, Xiang Rong packed up his things and hit his sore shoulder, but his eyes still stayed on the two posters on the computer screen.He stared so dazedly that he didn't see any way out. Just as he was about to close the software, he glanced at the signature in the corner of the poster.

There he wrote two names, his own and Fang Yue's.Although the final finished product will definitely not have the two names and will be replaced by the company's name, but Xiang Rong is still very happy to write like this for the time being, and he has been secretly happy for a long time.Now seeing the two together again, he got a sudden inspiration.

Yup!

If you have difficulties, find a senior! !

Xiang Rong felt that he was really clever, so he quickly took out his mobile phone and sent Fang Yue a WeChat message. After repeated revisions, he chose a stronger tone, so that Fang Yue could not refuse.

[Tomorrow I will go to your house to discuss work issues.See you tomorrow morning at ten. 】

After the message was sent, Xiang Rong waited for a few minutes while clutching his phone, he was slightly relieved that there was no reply.Just as he was about to get up and turn off the computer, he was taken aback suddenly.

Grass!its not right!I shouldn't know where senior lives!

What to do?What if my previous stalking of him was exposed?

Xiang Rong covered his mouth with his right hand in a panic, and pinched the phone with his left hand, staring at it like this, as if after a long time watching this WeChat, it would automatically rationalize.

After thinking about it for 5 minutes, he felt that it would be even more strange to procrastinate, so he hurriedly sent another WeChat message back.

[Fortunately, I asked Sister Liu of the personnel affairs about the address of the senior.It really works.Remember to make my brunch. 】

At the end of the message, he deliberately shifted the focus with a strong tone.

Then there was another wait.

Ten minutes later, Fang Yue still did not reply.

Xiang Rong looked at the time on the phone after eleven o'clock, and heaved a sigh of relief.He felt that Fang Yue must be busy with washing and skin care, and didn't bother to reply to his message after seeing it.Maybe right now he is still thinking about his troubles.

Thinking of Fang Yue's usual look of being upset and helpless, Xiang Rong smiled.

But actually.

Fang Yue and Song Song played games at home all day again today.At night, he was afraid of using his eyes too much, and he went to bed late last night, so he put on an eye mask early today and lay on the bed.As soon as the eyes are closed, sleepiness comes up.Reluctantly relying on his persistence in skin care to complete all the skin care steps, he couldn't hold on anymore.Fang Yue fell asleep on the bed before 10:30.The muted mobile phone lighted up twice on the bedside table, and the faint light could not wake up Fang Yue who was immersed in beauty sleep.