My boss dreams about having sex with me every day

For the first time this year, I left late because of the planning of the project next door.

Oh, I forgot to mention, today is the first week of work in the new year.

After leaving the company, looking at the completely dark sky and rubbing my hungry belly, I decided to spend a extravagant time tonight and take a taxi home.

In the gusts of cold wind, I waited left and right, but the car just didn't come.

Rubbing my frozen hands, I inexplicably remembered the story of selling girls' little matches.Alas, I really want to have a car. I don’t want too much, as long as I can travel.

Just as I was thinking, a white Land Rover came from a distance and stopped in front of me.

I thought to myself, this person is so annoying, didn't you see that he was taking a taxi? The road is so long, why does he have to stop in front of me.

I moved to the side, out of the range of the Land Rover, but unexpectedly, the broken car followed me and moved two meters forward.

I am very upset, I am angry!

But I didn't dare to curse when I was angry again, so I held the breath in my cheeks and turned into an angry goldfish.

Finally, under my angry gaze, the car window slowly lowered, and then the cold and ascetic handsome face of the boss was revealed.

I:"……"

After a full ten seconds, I finally found my voice and stammered: "You, didn't you leave work early?"

"Where are the delicious steamed buns in S City?" Ignoring my question, the boss asked directly.

Feeling that you leave work early, this is walking around the city looking for food!

Eating buns?Male god, your taste is really grounded. I thought that a person like you, even if he didn't only drink high mountain springs, he had to only eat western steak.I secretly complained to my boss, but I still said honestly: "It is said that the steamed buns in Deyixuan are very good."

"Change to another one." The boss passed my proposal without even thinking about it.

God! 150 a basket of steamed stuffed buns is not enough, boss, I think you should go back and continue drinking your mountain clear spring water.

He obviously couldn't hear the slander from his boss, so he still insisted on eating buns.

After I reported five legendary steamed stuffed buns one after another but were all rejected, I gave up on myself and reported the name of the ten-square-meter steamed stuffed bun downstairs in my house.

"That's all." The boss looked formal, as if he was signing a large order of tens of millions, but he was just buying buns.

I picked out my ears, and thought that either there was something wrong with my ears, or my boss's brain was broken from eating steamed buns.

"Get in the car." As he said that, the boss tilted his head slightly, and that handsome posture made me blushed.

Wiping a nosebleed, I asked, "Where are you going?"

"Lead the way." The boss frowned slightly, as if a little annoyed.

Seeing this, I didn't dare to say too much, and obediently got into the car.

To be honest, within a minute of getting in the car, I was overwhelmed.Because I don't know what to say at all except to point out the way when I get to the intersection.But this kind of thing, GPS will also do it.

I discovered to my dismay that, as a human being, I might not be as good as a GPS.

The boss doesn't talk very much, except for pointing out the problem when necessary, he usually seldom speaks.

After I bit the bullet and stammered a few insignificant work matters, the car fell into complete silence.

Watching the reception quickly recede outside the window, I rested my thoughts of continuing to find topics, and began to quietly look at the night view of the city outside the window.

After a while, the boss asked me: "Can you sing?"

"Singing?" I looked away and glanced at my boss.

He didn't look at me, he was driving seriously all the time, he just let out a soft "hmm".

I thought about it, and replied tactfully, "I will."

"Then you sing a song." The boss said.

Hearing this, I frowned, Xindao boss, what kind of hobbies are these?But since the boss ordered me to sing, I naturally dare not resist the order.

So I cleared my throat and sang the song I was most sure of: "You are my little apple, I can't love you too much—"

"Okay!" The boss interrupted my singing coldly, and turned on the car stereo, "Let's listen to this."

Accompanied by the soothing violin playing, I was full of grievances and felt that I was deeply disgusted.It's not that I want to sing, obviously you asked me to sing, and I think I can sing very well, and I haven't lost my tune.

This feeling of grievance has been maintained all the way, so that in the end I dared to turn around and leave after arriving at the destination.

Well, I'm so imposing today, give me a thumbs up for my chic back.