When omega wears into the real world

Not for money, not for resources.

Jiang Zhan suddenly remembered when he signed the contract with Bai Yan a month ago.

At that time, he thought that Bai Yan was here to ask for resources, so he gave him an internal training plan. Unexpectedly, Bai Yan insisted on adding content related to nurturing. At that time, he was puzzled, how could anyone read such a contract? Still rushing to be "nurtured".

How did Bai Yan answer back then?

"I'm more interested in Mr. Jiang himself."

Being in a high position, Jiang Zhan knows that there are many men and women who want to sleep in his bed or even enter his door, but he also knows that most of those people are aimed at "the president of the Xinghai Group" and "the head of the Jiang family." "Come on.

Bai Yan is different.

Having been with Bai Yan for so long, Jiang Zhan can be sure that when Bai Yan looks at him, what is in his eyes is himself, not the money or power behind him.

Because sincerity is rare, so it is rare to meet sincerity, Jiang Zhan suddenly regretted a little - if he and Bai Yan could have been normal when they first met, maybe they would not have such a distorted nurturing relationship now...

Standing at the door, Jiang Zhan lost his mind for a moment, and didn't realize it until the music inside stopped. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Bai Yan had already come out of the door with his coat on.

Bai Yan had just finished dancing, sweat had stained the front and back of the white T-shirt translucently, and there were still beads of sweat dripping from his temples. He held the door frame with one hand and looked sideways at Jiang Zhan: "Mr. Jiang, look for him in the middle of the night What's wrong with me?"

Jiang Zhan could clearly smell the active vanilla scent on Bai Yan's body, as vigorous and tireless as Bai Yan's whole body.

Obviously he hates all kinds of perfumes, but the vanilla smell on Bai Yan's body repeatedly broke his bottom line, and now he starts to feel...it smells good.

Jiang Zhan quietly held his breath, subconsciously wanted to back away, but felt something was wrong, pursed his lips, raised his face, and didn't know how to explain for a moment.

He himself didn't know why he came to Bai Yan's door by accident.

Bai Yan raised his eyebrows, took a step closer, put his hand lightly on Jiang Zhan's chest, blinked his left eye, took a deep breath, and lowered his voice deliberately: "Boss Jiang, do you want to go to the hotel?"

His fingers were still warm from exercising, and he gently stroked Jiang Zhan's chest through his suit, leaving invisible traces of vanilla.

Jiang Zhan's heart skipped a few more beats.

He remembered the feeling that his legs were weak the next day after working hard with Bai Yan in the hotel a few times before, so he opened his mouth and wanted to deny: "No—"

Bai Yan raised his head slightly, revealing half of his fair neck, and his dark gray eyes were full of interest: "No? Does Mr. Jiang... want to be here?"

He looked around, retracted his hand, and blinked again, "Boss Jiang really knows how to play."

Jiang Zhan: "..."

He rolled his throat, dispelled the images that appeared in his head, and began to seriously reflect on what kind of creature a man is that remembers to eat but not to fight.

How long has passed, and he has already forgotten the pain of being beaten, and only remembers the pleasure of eating meat.

Bai Yan leaned closer to Jiang Zhan and took a deep breath. Feeling Jiang Zhan's body tense, he suddenly stood up straight and looked upright, "Mr. Jiang has worked hard, so let's go home early and rest."

Jiang Zhan: "...?"

He was thinking about whether it would be too late for Secretary Fang to open the room, so he suddenly told him this?

Bai Yan had just passed the estrus period, and after taking a few sips of Jiang Zhan's perfume, he just felt comfortable and had no physiological needs for the time being.

He was really tired after practicing dancing for a whole day - not to mention that he never had a good time sleeping with Jiang Zhan, and he could not do it when he was not in heat.

But Jiang Zhan had already stood at his door, and it seemed a bit heartless to throw him aside after using him.

Bai Yan reflected for a while, and extended an invitation to Jiang Zhan: "If Mr. Jiang is dissatisfied with his desires, I will treat Mr. Jiang to supper."

Jiang Zhan, who was pressing down from embarrassment and thinking about how to leave gracefully and without embarrassment, froze for a moment.

"Mr. Jiang?"

At this point in Jiang Zhan's work, he had already eaten supper once, but seeing Bai Yan's bright eyes, he nodded in a strange way.

Bai Yan made a gesture of invitation to Jiang Zhan: "Mr. Jiang please."

Jiang Zhan glanced at the dance practice room Bai Yan was pointing at, and frowned: "Snack?"

He seemed to have thought of something, his expression became strange, and there was a bit of resistance mixed with shame, "How could this be!"

"Boss Jiang won't let me go out like this, right?" Bai Yan pointed to his sweaty clothes, "I'm going to take a shower, Boss Jiang waits first."

—ah, oh...

Jiang Zhan cleared his mind, looked away, and controlled his breathing evenly.

"Of course, if Mr. Jiang wants to wash together, that's fine too."

Jiang Zhan: "..."

There is a small shower room in the dance room, only big enough for one person to turn around.

Jiang Zhan sat on the only two chairs, listening to the splashing water in the shower room, and silently stared at the promotional photos hanging on the opposite wall.

He began to reflect on what kind of curse he was under, running to Bai Yan's door in the middle of the night, and going out to eat supper with Bai Yan.

Probably because Bai Yan's eyes looked too expectant just now?

After all, it's his person. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that he really didn't spoil Bai Yan very much, but Bai Yan conscientiously fulfilled his contractual obligations.

It doesn't matter if you let Bai Yan indulge once in a while...

The strong smell of vanilla lingered in the room, entangled around him like life, and permeated into his breath, making him thirsty.

In order to distract, Jiang Zhan turned his mind to other aspects.

Such as fragrance.

What perfume is so rich and long-lasting?

There weren't any empty perfume bottles in the room, and in his experience, at least seven or eight bottles of this scent would have been scattered on the floor.

No matter how crazy Bai Yan is, he won't be able to mop the floor with perfume every day.

Jiang Zhan rubbed his nose, and his eyes fell on the coat on the back of the chair next to him.

As Bai Yan's clothes, this sweaty coat also exudes a familiar vanilla smell.

Jiang Zhan frowned slightly.

His sense of smell is extremely sensitive, and he can smell odors that ordinary people cannot smell.

Bai Yan was sweating profusely just now. It stands to reason that there should be a strong smell of sweat in the room and on his clothes, but there was no sweat smell in the room, and he didn't smell sweat even if he was so close to his coat.

It's as if... the smell of vanilla itself is the smell of Bai Yan's sweat.

For a moment, Jiang Zhan felt that his idea was a little ridiculous.

When Secretary Fang opened the door and came in, he saw the president of their family staring at the jacket that was obviously Bai Yan, with a sinister smile on his lips.

Secretary Fang: "..."

He coughed, "Boss Jiang."

Secretary Fang originally went downstairs to drive ahead of time, but after receiving the notice from Mr. Jiang, he rushed over full of doubts.

Jiang Zhan has a nutrition plan formulated by his family doctor. Apart from working overtime, his living habits are also very regular, and he seldom eats extra.I didn't expect to have supper with Bai Yan this time, it was really the first time in history.

Secretary Fang made a mental list of eight or nine well-known late-night restaurants in the city that were clean, and prepared to take them out when Jiang Zhan needed them.

Bai Yan came out of the shower wiping his hair, and said with a smile, "I'll treat Mr. Jiang to eat."

The word "please" evokes Jiang Zhan's embarrassing memories of facing Shi Boshang this afternoon, making him raise his head vigilantly, and said in a deep voice, "I'll come."

Bai Yan accidentally put down the towel, looked at Jiang Zhan for a moment, didn't fight him, put on his coat, and said with some regret: "Boss Jiang, if only you could take the initiative in bed like this."

Jiang Zhan: "..."

Secretary Fang wished that she was deaf, and wished that she was a voice recorder.

Secretary Fang, who already had a general understanding of Bai Yan's personality, tried hard to suppress his desire to gossip, thinking that such a high-paying job would not be easy to find, so he took a step back wisely: "I'll go and order food first."

……

The midnight restaurant that Jiang Zhan chose is a Chinese restaurant that is famous for its smoke-free barbecue.

Because the hygienic environment in the store is good, the smell of oily smoke is relatively light, and it is still within Jiang Zhan's tolerance, so I have been here several times.

There were not many customers in the middle of the night, and the waiter went down after delivering the order.

Slices of chilled meat are piled up in the shape of a tower, and the thin, somewhat transparent slices of meat make a "sizzling" sound when they touch the baking tray.

Even Jiang Zhan, who has a low tolerance for smells, couldn't refuse the temptation of a late-night barbecue.

Jiang Zhan picked up a piece of meat and was about to eat it when he realized that Bai Yan was staring at him, and he felt a little uncomfortable: "What's wrong?"

Bai Yan glanced at the white porcelain plate, shiny wine glass, and slender chopsticks in front of him, leaned back, and said calmly: "I don't know how to use chopsticks."

Jiang Zhan was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered that Bai Yan was said to have returned from overseas and could not speak Chinese well.

He was just about to press the call bell to ask the waiter to bring up the knife and fork, when he heard Bai Yan say: "It's just a matter of time to learn from Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang doesn't need to pay attention to me."

Jiang Zhan's chopsticks stopped moving.

He has used chopsticks for more than 20 years. The last time he was stared at so seriously was when he was taught by his mother when he was four or five years old.

It's okay not to notice some things, but once you notice it, you'll feel extra awkward.

But Bai Yan took it very seriously.

After Jiang Zhan took two bites, Bai Yan was able to pick up the meat easily with chopsticks.

This surprised Jiang Zhan—chopsticks are a very common thing for Chinese people, but for those who have never used them, they actually test the dexterity of the palm and fingers.

Bai Yan was able to master the use of chopsticks so quickly, and his physical coordination is obviously very high.

"Did you eat before?"

He remembered that most of the company's recipes for trainees were Chinese food.

Bai Yan put the barbecue into his mouth smoothly, and put down his chopsticks contentedly: "Oh, I usually go to western restaurants to order takeaway."

Artists should control their diet and maintain perfect body proportions.

Jiang Zhan thought that Bai Yan didn't know how to use chopsticks so he didn't eat in the company, so he was silent for a while, thinking that the cafeteria should be required to have a certain number of knives and forks.

"Don't bother." Bai Yan slowly took another piece of meat, and said slowly, "I think the company's food is unpalatable."

He was born in a wealthy family in another world, and he is an expensive omega. The food is specially adjusted for the taste, and the company restaurant with a big pot of rice can't swallow it after only one bite.

Even in this world, Bai Yan would never feel wronged if he could not feel wronged.

Fortunately, the check that Jiang Zhan gave was not small, and the sales volume of "Sunny Day, Sand Rain" was high, which saved Bai Yan the trouble of continuing to sell the score.

Bai Yan became more proficient in using chopsticks, and felt that these two ordinary sticks were so handy and convenient on the dining table. He was eating meat when he suddenly heard Jiang Zhan asking, "How are you doing in the company now?"

Bai Yan only thought that he was concerned about the employees, and said casually, "It's not bad."

"How's the broker?"

Bai Yan stopped, looked at Jiang Zhan in surprise, and suddenly laughed: "What did President Jiang hear?"

Jiang Zhan pulled his neckline lightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Well, if possible, I still want a manager who can help me wholeheartedly." Bai Yan smiled and groaned, picked up the wine glass, and winked at Jiang Zhan, "Since Mr. Jiang is willing to stand up for me, then I thank you in advance."

Jiang Zhan had never seen someone climb up the pole like this. He paused for a long time before saying, "When I get back to the company, I will investigate carefully and give you an answer. In addition..."

Jiang Zhan pulled his neckline again, adjusted his breathing somewhat unnaturally, and said, "Although the matter of public opinion has been suppressed, it is because I did not consider it carefully. I am sorry. I will be responsible for solving related public opinion issues."

Bai Yan crossed her fingers on her chest, looked at Jiang Zhan for a long time, and then raised her eyebrows unexpectedly: "I thought Jiang would never admit to being the wrong type."

Jiang Zhan: "..."

He put down his chopsticks and carefully maintained his image, "This time the responsibility lies with me, so naturally I should admit my mistake."

Bai Yan blinked, and miraculously realized Jiang Zhan's principle of doing things.

To put it simply, for Jiang Zhan, the division of the world is very organized - whoever pays more gains more; whoever takes more bears more responsibility.

Therefore, Jiang Zhan's maintenance contract did not directly give him resources, but required him to complete the company training to get "rewards".

Bai Yan has not seen a person with such a simple thinking logic for many years, and he couldn't help being a little happy: "Mr. Jiang, with your way of thinking, how do you become a president?"

This was a bit impolite, but Jiang Zhan was not angry.

He was silent for a moment, then frowned slightly: "I know."

Seeing that Jiang Zhan didn't look like a fool, Bai Yan knew it in his heart, "Is this the world President Jiang dreamed of?"

Jiang Zhan looked up at him, as if a little surprised that Bai Yan could see through his thoughts.

"I've also imagined before, is there a world without the shackles that bind me." Bai Yan picked up the wine glass, leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, and raised an eyebrow at Jiang Zhan, "Later, I found that such a world is impossible to rely on imagination alone." You can only achieve it if you work hard.”

Jiang Zhan's brows slowly relaxed, and he said "um" in a low voice.

"Idealist." Bai Yan raised his glass, "Cheers."

Jiang Zhan was in the late stage of cleanliness, so he hesitated for a moment.He has always been reluctant to clink glasses with other people - clinking glasses means that two people will touch each other where their lips are about to touch, which is simply a major migration of germs and odors.

Bai Yan tilted his head: "Boss Jiang, you didn't seem to be so repulsive when you were in bed?"

Jiang Zhan: "..."

He quickly touched the cup with Bai Yan, and then drank it down.

Bai Yan laughed twice, and drank the red wine in the glass.After drinking, I heard Jiang Zhan ask, "What about you?"

"what?"

"Why do you..." Jiang Zhan originally wanted to ask Bai Yan why he asked him to take care of him, but it was really difficult to say that word, so he changed his words, "Why did you choose Huangxing?"

Bai Yan's slender and fair fingers twirled lightly on the rim of the transparent cup, looking extremely seductive in such a late night: "Lack of money."

Jiang Zhan: "Then...why are you looking for me?"

When I signed the contract, I didn't ask him for money.

Bai Yan withdrew his hand, looked at the light red marks on his fingertips that were pressed by the edge of the cup, and was still stained with the 01:30 transparent wine, and smiled slightly: "Of course it's for Mr. Jiang himself."