boyfriend he is a snail

There are a few touches of lush greenery outside the window, and a few naughty and fearless birds jumped from the branches to the window, chirping a few times.Soft light shines through the windows onto the bookcase, where many books are neatly placed.

At this time, there was a slight sound of flipping through documents in the study.

The bird by the window suddenly chirped, and the man at the desk looked up, then took a few sips of the coffee at hand, and continued with the work in hand.

Fu Mingcheng has a handsome face, three-dimensional features, and a deep outline of a Westerner.A pair of eyes are as black as ink, and eyebrows are as cold as blades.Tightly pursing the corners of his lips that were slightly drawn down, it can be seen that he is a person who often keeps a serious face and smiles.The shirt on his body was fastened with all the buttons, abstinent and majestic, but still masculine and sexy.

Fu Mingcheng didn't put down the file until he finished the work at hand, and rubbed his slightly tired eyes.

The birds outside the window had long since disappeared, and the study was so quiet that the ups and downs of breathing could be clearly heard.

The tall body was sitting upright, and upon closer inspection, one could find that Fu Mingcheng had become godlike for the first time.

The slightly slack focus fell on the small potted plant in the upper right corner of the desk, completely oblivious to the slight trembling of the green leaves in the potted plant.

There is a white thing hidden behind the leaves, which is a snail.

The snail is very small, a tiny one.

It huddled under the green leaves in the potted plant, and quietly poked out the pair of small tentacles from the shell.

The tentacles swayed slightly, and seemed to pause in the direction of Fu Mingcheng, and then retracted, turning back into a small white shell attached to the leaves.

For Fu Mingcheng, this day was no different from usual.

The CEO of Hengmeng, who is handsome and cold in the eyes of outsiders, is quite dull in life.

Every day at two o'clock and one line, he is either dealing with business in the company or working at home. He is a very rigorous person, even a bit rigid.

Hengmeng Group is a leader in the entertainment industry of country Z. Its star actors are not only popular, but also have acting skills and strength. And none of the TV dramas and movies produced by their company are popular, and their reputation and popularity are high. A double harvest of benefits.

As the leader of Hengmeng, Fu Mingcheng is such a high-quality man, but he is a diamond bachelor among the people.

Therefore, the number of people sent to him, whether male or female, was too numerous to count.

It stands to reason that his nightlife would be very rich, however...

At this moment, Fu Mingcheng was sitting in the office and connected his brother Fu Mingzong's phone call.

"Ming Cheng, I heard that the daughter of the Sun family whom I introduced to you was invited away again by you."

Fu Mingcheng remained silent.

"You are 28 years old, aren't you? You are still a virgin. If you don't fall in love, you will really become an old virgin."

"..."

Fu Mingzong was still there earnestly saying: "Forget it, I don't ask you to be serious about dating, you just find a girlfriend/friend, as the saying goes, from sex to love, you will love after doing it, right? ?”

"..."

"Look at you, as the boss of an entertainment company, I haven't seen any scandals about you."

"..."

"Hey? Mingcheng, are you still listening? Tell me something. Don't worry about me, brother. You are already 28. You want to have good looks, a good figure, and money. Do you want anything? But if you tell others that you are still a virgin, really, I feel ashamed for you. Women can’t do it, but men can do it too? Right? How about I send you some virgins tomorrow A boy who looks like an onion went over to pick you up?"

Fu Mingcheng, who had been hoarse for a long time, rolled his Adam's apple, his face was gloomy, and he finally spoke.

"Brother, don't worry about me, I have my own plans."

Fu Mingzong was angry: "Still thinking about it yourself? Look how many years you've been planning it, but now you're still an old virgin!"

Fu Mingcheng gritted his teeth and said, "Then you don't have to send me someone like a courier."

Fu Mingzong laughed angrily, and said, "Is there a courier brother as diligent as me!"

Fu Mingcheng tried to regain his composure, and said: "In short, I will consider my own affairs. I have waited for 28 years, and I am not in a hurry for the one or two years. Do I seem so anxious?"

Fu Mingzong on the other end of the phone wanted to cry, "I'm worried for you because you don't have sex! You are all sex, a man is not good at sex, I have to wonder if you are not sexual—"

Fu Mingzong stopped the car in time and swallowed the words in his throat.

Suffocated in silence, he could feel the air-conditioning from Fu Mingcheng's head through the phone.

He smiled dryly, and said again: "Then what, Ming Cheng, you just treat me like an old brother and I'm farting, I didn't say anything."

silence......

Fu Mingzong: "That's it for the time being. In short, you should think about finding a partner. I—"

Snapped--

Fu Mingcheng hung up the phone directly, and his assistant Anny came in with the documents, and saw his boss's dark face.

It's really a match for Bao Gong's face.

Anny silently wiped the cold sweat off her brow, handed the document to the desk and put it away, and after carefully talking to the boss, she was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait a moment."

Anny's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition gradually surfaced.

Fu Mingcheng said coldly: "Notify people to stay and work overtime tonight. I want to hold a one-hour meeting."

Anny was struggling, it was like this every time, as long as the boss answered his brother's call, they would inevitably stay and work overtime together.

Woohoo, these migrant workers all have a common wish besides a salary increase, that is, they hope that the boss' brother would better not call. To them, this is really too cruel!

When I came out of the company, the lights outside were already flickering, and there was a lot of traffic.

The night was so lively and noisy, but it had nothing to do with Fu Mingcheng.

Obviously only 28 years old, the golden age of a man, but he is as old as a 80-[-]-year-old old man in his heart, and has no interest in the entertainment activities of young people.

When driving back, he passed a cake shop called Sweet. Fu Mingcheng stopped the car as usual and went into the shop to buy sweets.

The desserts of this shop are especially delicious, and the road near the rich area is not very crowded.

Fu Mingcheng would go into this store to buy things every night when he came back. Except for the staff in the store, he basically never met anyone else.

Such a serious-looking and tall man in a suit would show up in the store every night to buy sweets, so it was a bit funny to say it.

However, none of the employees in Sweet dared to laugh, because Fu Mingcheng looked too rigid.The majestic aura of a man is too strong, no matter what childish things this kind of person is doing, in the eyes of others, it is also sacred and untouchable.

Satisfied, he came out with two packaged fruit mousses, and his face, which had been tense all day, relaxed a little.

In the eyes of outsiders, Fu Mingcheng, who is rigid and rigorous, has a secret that they don't know.

He has a sweet tooth, all kinds of sweets.

Recalling the first time he went to a sweet shop to buy desserts, Fu Mingcheng felt a little turmoil in his heart.

In his own opinion, this incident made him very angry. Most people who like sweets are girls, but he is a big man, but he has become addicted to sweets.

He has to eat a piece of dessert every day, and he has made it himself at home. However, after a month, he packed everything up and never touched any utensils related to sweets.

After Fu Mingcheng put the remaining piece of mango mousse in the refrigerator, he went to the study to read the documents before going to sleep.

On the potted plant in the upper right corner of the desk, a leaf shakes slightly.

Fu Mingcheng stopped flipping through his hands, and his eyes stopped on the emerald green potted plant.

Three seconds later, he withdrew his gaze and continued to concentrate on reviewing the documents.

Fu Mingcheng missed the pair of tentacles protruding from the round green leaves.

The little snail moved its tentacles, and was startled for a moment at the man's tall appearance.

It crawled forward cautiously, only a centimeter away, and then stopped.

Covered by the leaves, the little snail peeped at the man secretly through the bright light.

The next day, Fu Mingcheng washed up from his room and went downstairs at seven o'clock on time.

He went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator, the movements of his hands stopped suddenly, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The mango mousse he put in the refrigerator last night was gone.

Fu Mingcheng searched carefully in the refrigerator several times, not to mention cream, but there was no trace of sweets at all.The rest of the ingredients in the refrigerator are neat and there is no sign of being disturbed, except for the mango mousse he put in last night, which has disappeared.

Fu Mingcheng's heart sank suddenly, thieves broke into his house.

He turned back and walked around the living room and other rooms, and found that nothing was missing except the piece of mango mousse, and there were no signs of the doors and windows being pried.

Fu Mingcheng's eyebrows were furrowed tightly, and he was even more puzzled in his heart.

Is it possible that there are thieves in this world who only steal sweets but not other valuables?

But his doors and windows didn't show any signs of prying, so how did the thief get in?

The security system of the community where Fu Mingcheng lived was very strict, and the anti-theft system of the apartment building was quite advanced. If someone entered the house, he would not be unaware.

So, how did the mango mousse disappear?

The man was in a trance in the living room for a moment, and after regaining his senses, he simply ate a piece of bread and rushed to the company.

Probably because I have been so busy these days that my memory has been confused.

Fu Mingcheng thought to himself, maybe he forgot to buy sweets last night, and he remembered it wrong.