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"Hiss... Be gentle, it hurts!" Chi Xiaoluo shrank back into the sofa while pulling Yin Shaoyang's hand out of his clothes.

The child still had some strength in his hands, Yin Shaoyang cut off his slapped hands, put him on the sofa, lifted the clothes on the vest, and there were seven or eight dozen red marks all over the soft flesh on the smooth back and waist , Seeing that it was pinched by the crazy woman, Yin Shaoyang spat, sprayed medicinal oil on the palm of his hand, and stuck it to Chi Xiaolao's waist.

"Ahhhh!" It hurts so much!

"What's the name? It's like - spring!" Yin Shaoyang said, and with a little force on his hand, he wanted to rub the blood to loosen it, otherwise the little pockmark would be a veritable little pockmark.

In fact, it's not unbearable pain. The injuries I suffered during dance practice were stronger than that girl's embroidered legs. I rubbed myself when I was injured, and no one cares about crying.

It's different now, it's considered a work-related injury, and if it's a bit miserable, maybe he can get some medical expenses, just to cover his living expenses for the next month, and then... and then resign.

I don't know why, but my nose is a little sore. It may be because I don't want to bear such a well-paid job. You must know that the salary of a special assistant is only [-] yuan, and his insurance has only been paid for three months. It's really not worth it.

Xiao Mazi's face was resting on the back of his hand. From the side view, his mouth was squeezed up high, his lips were very watery and plump.

In fact, if you stare at him, you can see his facial features under the acne, the small face with a pointed chin, the rounded nose, the small inner double eyelids, and the long eyelashes that are not curled. eyes, shyly.

I always feel a bit like that, Yin Shaoyang tilted his head to search, he seldom watches TV, remember seeing a young literary and artistic young man on a poster that surprised him, he is Japanese, what is his name... what is Xionghui? like.

The poster was a half-profile, and Xiao Mazi looked like him like this.

The hands that were massaging on the body changed their taste a bit, they changed from pressing to touching, moving back and forth on the waist and abdomen, the bruises on his body were rubbed away, Chi Xiaolao was just feeling comfortable, when suddenly he felt something was wrong, the back of his neck was ghostly and warm The snort was drilled in from the collar, and the guy behind was panting and sexually harassing in the office!

"Let's go!" He broke away from the salty pig's hand, got up in a hurry, pulled up his clothes and talked about business, "I want to ask, don't I need to pay for my resignation now?"

Yin Shaoyang slumped on the sofa and tugged at his collar in disbelief, his face changed when he heard this, and he immediately said, "Of course we need to pay for it!"

"How much will you lose?" Chi Xiaolao lacked confidence when he heard the loss.

Yin Shaoyang thought for a while and said, "I'll let the personnel department figure it out. You signed a three-year contract, so I'm afraid you will have to pay a lot."

Chi Xiaoluo thought about it, and said: "The Yin family belongs to your family, and it's up to you to decide how much to pay, so just treat it as a favor and count it as what I owe you."

Yin Shaoyang was in a hurry, "Why did you resign? I treated you badly or your salary was reduced. Isn't it because I felt uncomfortable after being beaten today, so why don't I apologize to you?"

The first half of the sentence didn't sound like human speech, but the last sentence surprised Chi Xiaolao, and he was speechless immediately.

Yin Shaoyang stretched out his long arms, and pulled him into the sofa, with a persuasive and seductive tone, "Do you know why you were transferred to be a special assistant?"

Chi Xiaoyao shook his head.

"You also saw it this morning. I have a lot of things to do every day. Many trivial matters need a trustworthy person to take care of them, such as arranging the itinerary. These are all confidential. I can't trust outsiders. Liao Hongbo used to do these things , He has to block guns and run errands by himself, it's really too much, besides, don't tell me you'll be a clerk all your life, don't want to learn something, and plan for your future?"

In front of Boss Yin, the simple Chi Xiaolao is like a fish on a chopping board. In a few words, he narrates the bitterness of the boss's helpless bodyguard, and finally inspires Chi Xiaolao's fighting spirit, thus creating a relationship between the boss and the subordinates. resonance between.

"Okay, after lunch, I'll arrange work for you." He patted Chi Xiaolao on the shoulder, and made a cheering gesture: "Fuck you!"

Chi Xiaoluo blinked his eyes, and was sent into the office area by the boss in a daze.

In fact, as long as you are not stupid, the job of a special assistant is quite easy to learn. The main thing is to check the dinner itinerary, and then make a statistics and arrangement. Some of the work has been filtered by the secretary, and it will be much easier when Chi Xiaolao arrives.

Yin Shaoyang sometimes came to the rented house for inspection, but usually he didn't spend the night there. Every time, he went to eat before the meal time, and then watched TV and chatted, and he would definitely leave before ten o'clock.

After a long time, every time the last dish is cooked, Chi Xiaolao will habitually listen to the movement of the door with his ears up. Every time the dish is put on the table, he will also find that Sichuan flavor has become his favorite dish. The main dish on the table, no matter whether Yin Shaoyang comes or not, he will prepare a strong dish.

He is used to having a person with his head buried in the food opposite him when eating, he is used to the sound of gobbling at the table, and he is used to someone lying on the sofa after a meal and talking nonsense.

After Yin Shaoyang left, the big house suddenly became quiet. Chi Xiaolao, who was used to loneliness, couldn't adapt to the sudden quietness at first. Time was still when no one disturbed him. Except for dancing and sleeping, he just waited for a new day.

One week before the New Year's Eve, the company began to have a New Year's holiday. Before the holiday, Chi Xiaolao made a general plan for the chairman's itinerary after the New Year, and then went home to prepare for the New Year's goods with peace of mind.

This should be regarded as the most affluent year after the death of my father. The planned cost is 50 yuan. First, I went to a chain store and spent [-] yuan for a haircut.

The company gave him a 1000-yuan shopping card in designated supermarkets. He bought 1000-yuan items with a lot of money. In addition to daily necessities, grain, oil, dry goods, and seasonings, he also bought himself a casual-style padded jacket. He came out of the supermarket with three bags of things. Tired and satisfied.

Then, taking advantage of the bazaar’s holiday, I went out early in the morning, changed a few cars, picked some vegetables, bought a chicken and a leg of lamb, and finally cut two catties of fatty beef rolls and a few catties of pork ribs. Happy return trip.

The refrigerator in the kitchen has two doors, and the freezer is very large. He neatly stacked the dumplings stuffed with pork and cabbage in the box, and wrapped a box of spring rolls with the remaining minced pork and shepherd’s purse. The next step is to tidy up. The room, hanging Spring Festival couplets, pasting window grilles, I have been busy at home for three days, looking at the warm home decorated with red, but I can't stop feeling faintly lost.

A person's New Year, even if it is not short of money, is short of a companion.

Some of the window grilles were crooked, the ashtray was not stained, the slippers were put away in the shoe cabinet, and the dumplings were bubbling in the pot, emitting lonely steam.

The community was newly decorated by the property management. Red lanterns were hung on the icy tree branches. Every household distributed leaflets for the concentrated fireworks display area, and also sent big red envelopes, which contained vouchers for hot springs in the suburbs. The owners of this community are all young people with successful careers, and the properties are just what they like, and the gift package they give is exactly what the young people want, but for him, this gift certificate can only be wasted.

On New Year's Eve, the community has been gone since noon, and everyone probably went home to celebrate the New Year. Chi Xiaolao had a meal, opened the refrigerator and looked at the full chicken, duck and fish, and was worried. In the evening, he cooked dumplings , with a small plate of chili oil dipped in it, the Spring Festival Gala has begun, and I watched it while eating. The theme of this year’s Spring Festival Gala seems to be "home". Xiao Lao's feelings are so embarrassing, he is basically laughing and crying until the clock ticks.

When others sent text messages, he also picked up the phone and hesitated for a long time. He made up the four words "Happy New Year" and sent a group message. He said it was a group message, and there were only a few people, including Yin Chunxiao.

It can't be true, right? He thought so when he put down the phone.

A few text messages came back, all from the nightclub and some colleagues from the Yin's General Affairs Department. He flipped through them, expecting that Yin Chunxiao would not reply to him. Just as he put down the phone, a call came in.

"Dana, Happy New Year!" After answering the phone, he yelled at the top of his voice, and then firecrackers started to be set off in the community, and the mountains rang like World War II.

"Haha, happy, happy, happy!" Dana's side was very noisy, "Your boss is drinking and crazy here, Nima, hurry up and take him back!"

"How did I come here? There will be no cars here!" Having said that, Chi Xiaolao had already stood up and began to put on his coat.

"That's right, don't come..." Before finishing speaking, Dana's phone was robbed, and it was Xie Wenshen's voice, "Hey! You are a little pockmark, your man is going crazy here! This Who is free to take care of him during Chinese New Year! Hurry up and take him back, wait outside the community, I will ask the driver to pick him up!"

There is something wrong with these two people, they go for a while and don't go for a while, so should they go or not?

Chi Xiaolao thought about changing his shoes, and when he got into the car at the gate of the community, he still hadn't decided whether to go or not.

The driver's car was driving very fast, probably because he was called out during the Chinese New Year at home, took him to the nightclub, got off the car and drove away as soon as he stepped on the accelerator.

These second-generation ancestors who are eating and waiting to die are thieves. They opened a private room in the nightclub at the age of [-]. There is no one in the big nightclub, and only one VIP room is lit. If nothing came out, it was very ghostly.

Dana just came out and the two ran into each other.

"Come here!" Dana walked him away from the door of the private room, leaned over and whispered to him: "You and First Young Master Yin... slept?"

This person values ​​his chastity more than his own mother, Chi Xiaoluo took a breath and coughed twice, "...No, I haven't slept yet."

Dana seemed to let out a sigh of relief, rolled his eyeballs, and asked with a strange expression: "Then he specifically asked you to pick him up, are you all right?"

Chi Xiaolao's heart skipped a beat, and he felt that he was thinking too much, so he said solemnly: "Maybe it's all on holiday, and I'm the only one here who is free."

"Really?" Dana was still a little skeptical, "Little pockmark? It's very affectionate..." He shook his head, "Let me tell you, be careful with people like him, there is no one in the nest." Good things, especially Xie Wenshen and the two grandsons surnamed Yin, they are like a nest of snakes and rats, showing off because of their stinky money, what the hell!"

It seems that Dana is in dire straits, full of grievances and nothing to complain about, Chi Xiaolao thoughtfully squeezed his palm, a big head protruded from the door of the private room and murmured: "Hey hey hey! What are you two doing?" What? How about playing [-]-shot? Damn! Dana, your man is still alive, you are too brave, come here!"

Chi Xiaolao took a closer look, and the out-of-stock man who looked like a human being and returned to his ancestors as soon as he opened his mouth was the God of Xie Wen. The guy came over and put Dana in his arms in two or three steps, and rolled his eyes at Chi Xiaolao: "Damn it! Take your man away, we still have to catch a plane, right baby!" Said and slapped Dana in the face.

Dana wiped her face in disgust, and said to Chi Xiaolao, "Go in!"

The private room was full of smog, and all kinds of wine bottles were piled up like a waste dump. Maybe everyone else had left, and only Xie could not get away.

Yin Shaoyang was disheveled and crooked on the sofa, with one long leg resting on the high stool, his hair drooping messily, covering half of his eyes, a line of collarbone protruding from the big V-neck of the cashmere sweater, his whole person was wild and sexy.

He raised his eyelids, saw Chi Xiaoluo chuckled, and stretched out his hand: "Come on, Xiao Mazi, come here!"

Before the person approached, he was grabbed by the hand and pulled over. He hugged him like a rogue, and hummed aggrievedly: "No one cares about the New Year's Eve, you're better off..."

"Let go!" Chi Xiaolao struggled, looking back, there was no one in the private room.

"If you don't let it go, don't let it go, I want you to accompany me to celebrate the New Year!"

Chi Xiaolao's heart melted all of a sudden, although it's frustrating for the elders to act like a baby, but who are they?

The driver, Young Master Xie, was called back again, and together with Chi Xiaolao, he carried the drunk into the car and sent him back to the community. By the time he got home and put him on the bed, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

First Young Master Yin rolled a couple of times on the bed, then hugged the quilt and acted like a spoiled child: "Little pockmark...you're better off..." While humming, he kissed a few loud kisses on the pillow.

Chi Xiaolao, who was about to close the door, couldn't help but smile, and cursed secretly: "It's really lacking!"

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