Pillow with You in Black Pride

In the next few days when his leg injury recovered, Tang Chen still followed Chu Lingfeng to and from work, because the Chu Group is a large company, and several hotels and department stores under it are waiting for him, the president, to take care of it, and it coincides with the time when the brand For the new release of men's clothing, Chu Lingfeng spent most of his time in the office, so Tang Chen had ample time for free activities. Apart from surfing the Internet and sleeping, he went to the design department to visit the new employee Zhen Shanshan. In the nine meetings, it happened that Queen Zhang taught him a lesson by tossing the drawings, and the scene of spittle flying made him feel the spittle flying from a distance.

But it's strange to say that Zhen Shanxi, who is used to doing things in his own way, has never lost his temper with Queen Zhang. Even when the drawings were thrown in his face, he could stand up straight and say nothing, knowing that Queen Zhang had lost her temper. , slapped the table at him to tell him to go back and redesign the pattern, before he wiped the saliva off his face, turned and walked out of Queen Zhang's office.

Every time the cart sees this kind of scene, it can't help but think that the only person who can impress Zhen Shanxi is the Queen Aunt Zhang. She really deserves to be the treasure of the design department.

"It's over, the face I just made in the morning was ruined by saliva." Zhen Shanshan walked out of Queen Zhang's office, dragged the cart and walked into the bathroom: "I want to resign, I quit!"

"I heard that there are still three days to call the design drawing?"

"Don't say it, don't say it, my mind is full of shit!"

As soon as he entered the bathroom, Zhen Shanshan immediately revealed his true colors. While splashing cold water on his face, he bluffed about everything from the design department's system, personnel complaints, and the company's persecution of the working people, and finally, all the unforgivable crimes. It was pinned on the head of President Chu Lingfeng... Zhen Shanshan wiped his face clean, turned his head and stared at Tang Chen who was standing behind his buttocks, Danfeng raised his eyes, with a fierce look on his face: "You said he would make less money Die? Will he die? Will he die?"

"..." Tang Chen was speechless, pulled a tissue and handed it to him.

Zhen Shanshan took it, and wiped his face casually: "I am also a top student from a genuine design school. Although I have never stayed in school and shook hands with Obama, I have no reason to suffer this kind of anger here, right?" After finishing speaking, Zhen Shanxi Half-closed his eyes and stretched out his hand towards Tang Chen, Tang Chen had no choice but to pull another tissue for him, watching him wipe his face and nagging him to vomit his bitterness.

"It's Queen Zhang, not the president, who made you angry."

"What's the difference?" Zhen Shanshan threw the crumbled paper towel into the trash can, turned her head and stared at Tang Chen, with a disdainful expression of 'you're not experienced in the world': "Capitalists are all raccoon dogs!"

"Queen Zhang is your aunt." Tang Chen kindly reminded her.

Zhen Shanxi was momentarily at a loss for words, looked at Tang Chen for a while, blinked his eyes and turned around to massage his face in the mirror.

"What will happen if you can't make a design drawing within the time limit?" Tang Chen looked at Zhen Shanshan in the mirror, and suddenly felt that he was actually pretty good-looking. At least when he didn't lose his temper, the lines on his face were soft. Doesn't look like a sarcastic person.

Zhen Shan glanced at Tang Chen in his glasses, and continued to pull the skin at the corners of his eyes: "Capitalists rely on two methods to exploit, one is to deduct wages, and the other is to let you pack up and leave. There are so many veterans acting as shields, and the worst is to deduct some wages." Zhen Shanshan said, while doing the movements of his hands, he turned to Tang Chen and raised his chin: "You also said just now, Queen Zhang is my aunt , it’s definitely not my turn to deduct wages.”

Tang Chen was speechless, he was really an arrogant relationship.

"By the way, I heard that you live in someone's house, how about it? A wealthy official's house or something, a little bodyguard like you can only stand behind and watch people eat?"

"Normally, but Chu..." Tang Chen panicked when he saw Zhen Shanxian staring at him unblinkingly, and quickly changed his words: "President Chu basically eats alone, so there is no need to stand , can eat at the same table."

"Tsk tsk..." Zhen Shanshan shook her head, "It's so pitiful."

Tang Chen ignored him, and stood with his back against the door frame of the toilet cubicle, looking at Zhen Shanshan solemnly: "Brother Zhen, do you know of any way to cure people's sense of taste?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"That's the case. Recently, I feel that there is no taste in my mouth when I eat, so I asked."

Zhen Shanshan thought for a while: "Eat lightly, and when I recover slowly, I don't know anything else."

lighter?

Tang Chen thought that most of the food that Chu Lingfeng usually ate had a strong taste, and sometimes it was too salty and spicy. If he was suddenly given such bland food, he might not be able to eat it, right?It's like eating delicacies from mountains and seas every day, and suddenly it's replaced by white steamed buns without any taste, no one can swallow it...

"It's very serious and needs to be treated. If it drags on for a long time, it will be like a terminal illness. There is no cure." Seeing the genius in a daze, Zhen Shanxi thought that he really had this disease, and asked him to seek treatment immediately.

"It's hopeless? It's so serious?" Tang Chen was taken aback by his startled tone, and when he thought of the phrase "remember the taste five years ago" that Chu Lingfeng had told him at the noodle stall, Tang Chen's heart sank a little...Did it take longer?Is five years a long time?

"When did I ever lie to you?" Zhen Shanxian rolled his eyes at him: "When I was in 'Hei Ming', there was an MB who drank like that. There was no taste in his mouth. It took more than half a year to see a doctor. People said there was no cure, and since then eating has been like chewing wax, do you think it is serious?"

Tang Chen's heart trembled suddenly, and his face gradually turned pale.

"Okay, listen to what your brother Zhen said, go to the hospital after work, if your young master president is not allowed, I will tell him that this kind of minor illness and disaster can't be delayed. It's going to be a big trouble. You're still young, how will you live if you don't taste like food in the next few decades?"

Tang Chen's heart sank bit by bit.

"After seeing the doctor, I will cook shrimp and seafood porridge for you. Seafood porridge is the best in this season. It is nourishing and nourishing."

"Brother Zhen." Tang Chen interrupted Zhen Shanshan's self-talk: "I've been out for too long, it's time to go up." Turn around and walk out of the bathroom.

"What's the rush! Did you hear what I said clearly?"

"I can go by myself!"

Tang Chen took two steps, and the desire to see Chu Lingfeng became more and more intense, so he immediately quickened his pace and trotted towards the elevator door.

……

Two cars drove into the back alley of the 'Night Color' bar one after the other. As soon as the car in front stopped, two men got out of the car behind it, hurried over and opened the car door, standing on both sides respectfully.

Ji Ting glanced expressionlessly at the back door of the bar with dazzling lights, gathered his suit, got out of the car and walked over, and his subordinates immediately followed closely.

"I'm sorry, Young Master Ting." Two bodyguards in black standing at the back door stopped Ji Ting and bowed his head to him: "Brother Qing has ordered that anyone who enters must be searched, otherwise he will not be allowed to go."

"Since you know it's Young Master Ting, how dare you do a body search?!"

Ji Ting raised his hand, signaling his subordinates to shut up, and opened his arms to accept the other party's search.

"No problem." One of them looked at the two subordinates behind Ji Ting, showing embarrassment: "Brother Qing only let Ting Shao go in alone, I'm afraid they..."

"Don't deceive people too much!"

"This is your Xitang's territory, who knows if you will be disadvantageous to Young Master Ting!"

"You wait outside." Ji Ting raised his hand, dropped two of his men, and walked inside alone.

"Master Ting!"

"Master Ting!"

The bar waiter led Ji Ting into a private room. Du Qing had already been waiting there, and there were two MBs with heavy make-up next to him. few'.

Ji Ting ignored him, went straight to sit on the sofa opposite Du Qing, and directly opened his mouth to get to the point: "When will the goods arrive?"

Du Qing held a young man in one arm, and the two of them were also sensible, sitting obediently without speaking, occasionally being laughed at by Du Qing, they glanced cautiously at the people in the box, and obediently shut their mouths.

Ji Ting didn't mind either, sitting across from him drinking wine while waiting for Du Qing to speak, since he had plenty of time to spend with him anyway.

"Do you want to take one away tonight?" Du Qing smiled impudently at Ji Ting, bowed his head and whispered something softly in the ear of the young man sitting on his right, the young man smiled and kissed him, stood up She sat next to Ji Ting, took his arm and winked.

Ji Ting didn't say yes or no, he drank the wine slowly: "Boss Du has a special taste, I'm afraid I can't bear it."

When the young man next to him heard this, a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face, and he turned to look at Du Qing for help.

Du Qing smiled, grabbed the one next to him and kissed it fiercely, as if he was furious, and the young man in his arms was also well-trained, not only did not cry out for pain, but was enthusiastic... the whole process, Ji Ting just looked at it lightly, without any reaction.

No, still not right, always a little bit worse...

Du Qing frowned, let go of the panting young man, the seriousness on his face lasted only a few seconds, and soon returned to a cynical expression, hugged the young man and looked at Ji Ting with a smile: "Don't like it? Don't like it Just change it, I don't know which type Ting Shao likes?"

Ji Ting's hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Which type?

That man would only scream when he couldn't take it anymore. His voice was full of pain and forbearance, but it was so beautiful that it made him addicted to it, as if it would never be enough...

Ji Ting thought, is he a fairy?