The President Mistook Him For A Canary!

After returning to the city center, Zhuo Shu got off the car at KW, planning to go back to the company to work for a while, and then waited for his mother to treat him to dinner at night.

"Drive back by yourself, don't drive fast, and pay attention to—" before the words finished, there was a burst of exhaust fumes.

The car has already driven away.

Zhuoshu: "..."

Ying Tongchen didn't go back to his home, but parked the car under Meng Gong's building. The two of them seemed to have not eaten together for a long time.

He called the other party, but no one answered, and no one answered the doorbell.

There was a pot of green plants at the door, he took out a key from the bottom of the pot, opened the door and walked in.Looking at the mess in the living room, he sighed, picked up the broom and prepared to clean it up.

At this time, a voice came from the room: "Mmm, it hurts so much, please be gentle!"

Ying Tongchen was startled, turned around twice, and tiptoedly put the broom back.As soon as he turned around, he stepped on the bag of potato chips on the ground and creaked.

"Who is it?" the person inside asked out of breath.

"It should be Tongchen." Meng Gong said.

"Then call him to come with us." Another person said.

Ying Tongchen: "!"

Who is coming with you.

Ying Tongchen turned around and was about to leave, but Meng Gong opened the bedroom door: "It's really you, since everyone is here, you should try it too."

"Huh?" Ying Tongchen turned his head in disbelief, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Footsteps sounded in the room, and a moment later Zhen Mingxin appeared next to Meng Gong wearing a vest, with many red marks on his body, reached out and squeezed his waist, and greeted him with a smile: "Brother Ying, long time no see, you're here too Let's try Mengmeng's technique. He's really amazing, he gave me a sore back, but the effect is not bad."

Ying Tongchen's expression cracked, and he looked at Meng Gong in surprise: "You, you, aren't you Ling?"

"I'm Zero." Meng Gong rubbed the back of his head, "But does this have anything to do with my massage?"

Ying Tongchen was stunned and said, "Push, massage?"

Meng Gong nodded: "Yes, I went to learn massage, and I just practiced with Mingxin."

Ying Tongchen looked at Zhen Mingxin, then at Meng Gong's sluggish expression, thinking that there must be a misunderstanding, so he pretended nothing happened: "So, have you eaten yet?"

"No, I'm going to shoot an outdoor variety show in a few days. In order to thank Meng Meng for taking care of me during this time, I planned to come and cook him a meal, but I ended up being a guinea pig first." Zhen Mingxin walked away Go to the kitchen, open the refrigerator, it is full of fruits and vegetables, "Brother Ying just happened to be here too, why don't you stay and try my handicraft together?"

"You know how to cook?" Ying Tongchen wondered.

"There are not many meetings, just some home-cooked dishes." Zhen Mingxin took out all the ingredients and put them aside, ready to start, "You guys go to rest for the meeting first, and I will call you when the meeting is ready. "

"Okay, thanks for your hard work." Meng Gong responded, tugging at Tongchen's sleeve, "Come on, brother, shall I give you a massage?"

"Can you do it?" Ying Tongchen was skeptical, "How long have you been studying?"

"A man can't say no." Meng Gong gave him a manly look, and reassured him again and again, "Don't worry, I have already graduated from the teacher. You sit in the office every day, and I will massage your waist and cervical spine for you."

"Alright." Ying Tongchen was pulled into the room, saw a massage bed beside the bed, and lay on it, "You'd better be really skilled, or I'll beat you to death."

"Trust me." Meng Gong cupped his hands and spit out some spit, and patted him on the back.

Ying Tongchen: "Damn...Ah! Take it lightly... Are you learning violent massage?"

Ying Tongchen couldn't see how he massaged, but felt that his muscles and bones were being reshaped, and he was suffering from physical pain, when the phone rang.

Before he had time to see who the caller was, he swiped it open to his ear: "Hello...um! Who is it?"

There was silence for a few seconds: "What are you doing?"

"I'm...um!" Ying Tongchen turned around and growled Meng Gong, "I told you to be gentle! I'll answer the phone."

"Oh, sorry, how about I pause for a while?" Meng Gong asked.

"Yeah." Ying Tongchen sat up, put on his clothes, picked up the phone again, and found that the other party had already hung up.

Caller - Zhuo Zhuo.

"Forget it, let's continue." Ying Tongchen lay back on his stomach again. When Meng Gong was pulling his clothes from behind, he suddenly sat up and realized that something was wrong.

Did the other party think it was like Meng Gong and Zhen Mingxin he thought just now?

But do you think what you think is what you think?

He immediately called Zhuo Shu, and after calling three times in a row, he answered with a cold voice: "It's over?"

"Eh..." It was a misunderstanding, he turned his head and glanced at Meng Gong, and whispered while covering the microphone, "Things are not what you think."

Zhuo Shu snorted coldly: "Are you going to argue with me now?"

"Well, it's an explanation, are you willing to listen?" Ying Tongchen asked back.

There was silence for about half a minute before he said: "Just 1 minute, no, 3 minutes. If you don't explain clearly within 3 minutes, you will know how serious the consequences are. This is not a joke, and I didn't follow You are kidding."

Hearing this, the corners of Ying Tongchen's mouth twitched, without even realizing it, his tone of voice became a little more cheerful when he spoke: "We're just massaging, that's all."

It takes ten seconds.

Zhuo Shu paused for a few seconds and asked, "Is there any evidence?"

"Wait a minute." Ying Tongchen narrowed down the phone bar, and asked Meng Gong to take a picture of the marks on his back massaged.

"Are you sure?" Meng Gong looked at him uncertainly, and pointed to his back, "I think you may not want people to see your back."

Ying Tongchen: "? What did you do to my back?"

Meng Gong: "It's not me..."

"Shoot!" Zhuo Shu on the other end of the phone suddenly turned up the volume, "Is there some secret behind it? Hurry up and show me the evidence."

"That's fine." Meng Gong took a photo.

Ying Tongchen took the phone and glanced at it, frowning slightly, lost in thought.

"Why haven't you sent it yet?" Zhuo Shu urged, "Don't think about posting pictures, hurry up, immediately, immediately, or I will think you have a guilty conscience."

Ying Tongchen closed his eyes and snapped his fingers, thinking how good it would be to pass his life like this.

Zhuo Zhi clicked on the picture and saw that his back was reddened, which must have been massaged and rubbed.But there was a small clue hidden in it. He zoomed in on the picture, looked at the stamps everywhere, and was about to get angry when he realized something was wrong.

Apparently, these chapters have expired and are not current.

There is only one murderer, and that is himself.

Special: o(*////▽////*)q

"Cough, I forgive you." Zhuo Shu replied seriously.

"Hang up." Ying Tongchen immediately withdrew the picture, hung up the phone expressionlessly, chose to escape from reality, and slammed back on the massage table, "Come again, use more force!"

Seeing that he withdrew the picture, Zhuo Shu tickled the corner of his mouth.

trivial.

He clicked on the photo album, but luckily it was saved in time.

"Mr. Zhuo, this..." Mi Shu held the document and pushed open the door of Zhuo Shu's office. Before she could finish speaking, Zhuo Shu's mouth was almost raised to the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun, and her legs were shaking It's outrageous.

Mi Shu: "Eh...if there is nothing wrong here," I suggest you go to the hospital, "I'll go home first."

"Go back." Zhuo Shu raised the corners of his eyes, "You have performed well during this time, and I will reward you with a salary increase."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhuo!" Mi Shu's eyes lit up, and she suddenly discovered a new goal and new direction in life. As long as she takes good care of Ying Xiaolian, the bonus will be indispensable!

Ying Tongchen finished his massage, he put on his clothes, glanced at Meng Gong, who was normal, and heard the noise in the kitchen outside, and asked in a low voice: "Why didn't you tell me about the back just now, didn't you? Not even curious?"

"I'm not curious." Meng Gong said with a smile, "I'm just jealous, so the massage is very hard, don't you feel it?"

Ying Tongchen: "..."

Meng Gong winked at him, gossiping: "Are you guys still in touch?"

Ying Tongchen did not deny it.

"It shouldn't be, you have maintained a relationship for such a long time. In my opinion, either he has good skills..."

Ying Tongchen: "Not particularly good."

Meng Gong continued: "Either you are in love."

Ying Tongchen hesitated for a few seconds: "...But his technique has indeed improved, it's pretty good, um."

Meng Gong pulled the person who wanted to escape: "Brother, tell me honestly, are you in a relationship?"

"Of course not, it's just mutual benefit." Ying Tongchen concluded.

"Tell me about your cold temper, what will you do if you really meet someone you like in the future?" Meng Gong said a few words with hatred.

"Don't worry." Ying Tongchen smiled faintly, "There is nothing wrong with celibacy, as long as you can solve your physical needs, celibacy is the best."

"Tsk, it's a blank face. But I don't want to be single, I just want to get out of the single, why is it so difficult!"

"Dinner is ready!" Zhen Mingxin knocked on the iron basin outside, "Comrades, sit down quickly!"

Ying Tongchen just walked to the door of the room, and suddenly turned around: "Who said it was difficult for you to get out of the order? I think Xiao Zhen is quite suitable."

Meng Gong slowly widened his eyes and blushed: "He? He is our good brother."

Ying Tongchen shrugged: "Okay."

"What are you talking about?" Zhen Mingxin came over and asked.

Ying Tongchen replied: "It's nothing, I just said you two are a good match."

"Ah? Us?" Zhen Mingxin blushed and said shyly, "Meng Meng and I are good brothers."

Ying Tongchen's eyes wandered around the faces of the two, and he narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is there something that happened to you?"

The two waved their hands together and shook their heads like rattles.

"Stop talking, come and eat, it will be cold later." Zhen Mingxin urged the meal to start, "It's just home-cooked food, you really don't want to dislike it."

"No problem." Ying Tongchen and Meng Gong said in unison, and when they walked to the dining table, they both shut up.

It's really home-cooked, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, tomato egg soup, and cold tomatoes.

"Mingxin, I remember we bought a lot of vegetables." Meng Gong asked curiously.

"Oh." Zhen Mingxin bumped him with his arm, "Aren't we good brothers? Don't call me Mingxin, call me Xinxin."

Meng Gong: "Well, Xiao Xinxin, what about the other vegetables we bought?"

Zhen Mingxin: "It's all in the trash can, Meng Meng."

Ying Tongchen: "..."

Ying Tongchen: "It seems that I disturbed you, or I'd better go back to eat."

"Alright, if the food here is not well served, then I won't see you off." After Meng Gong finished speaking, he opened the door and made an inviting gesture, "It's getting late, so I won't see you off." .”

Ying Tongchen: "......"

Ying Tongchen went downstairs, looked up at the lights of Wanjia, and sighed to himself, he couldn't help himself.

As soon as he got to the side of the car, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and hurried back to Meng Gong's house, but there was no answer when he knocked on the door.He took the key from the bottom of the basin and opened the door.

"Zhen Mingxin."

The two who were kissing at the dining table were suddenly interrupted and separated in a panic, coughing violently, one looking at the sky and the other looking at the ground.

Meng Gong forcefully explained: "He seems to have something in his mouth, I'll help him take a look."

Zhen Mingxin, whose face was as red as a tomato, nodded straightly, and after a long while turned to look at Ying Tongchen, and stumbled and asked, "Wh-what's the matter?"

"Do you know a celebrity named Liu Li'ang? Does he like men? Does he have a boyfriend?" Ying Tongchen asked without hesitation.

Zhen Mingxin: "???"

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