The sick and delicate boss was tortured into a strict wife

In the music room, there are all kinds of musical instruments, arranged neatly in rows.

It seems that the person managing the instrument should be an obsessive-compulsive player.

Bai Yuchen doesn't know much, he can play the guitar, but he can only watch the piano.

In the middle of the night, Bai Yuchen stayed alone in the music room, playing the guitar and the drums for a while.On the shelf are crooked staves drawn by myself.

Something always feels wrong.

This time, Bai Yuchen chose a super-burning Japanese song from his favorite anime "Naruto". The reason why he chose Japanese is because people in this world can't understand it. It just so happens that his half-baked Japanese level can bluff people .

Yang Jia was still here to accompany her at the beginning, but as soon as the novelty disappeared, she couldn't hold back her drowsiness and ran back to the dormitory by herself, which can be said to be inhumane.

At this time, a black car stopped outside the Dingfeng Building.

The driver opened the car door for others, and Ouyang Ding walked down with a slightly red face.

Perhaps it was because of drinking, when the cold wind blew in the middle of the night, people shivered unconsciously, and their brains became sober in an instant.

Ouyang Ding couldn't understand why he asked the driver to take him back to the company in the middle of the night, since he had nothing to do.

But since I'm here, I might as well just sleep in the company to avoid the trouble of running around.

Shaking his head, he looked up a little bit, but his footsteps were not at all vain.

The brain thought about going back to the office to take a shower and sleep, but the body walked out of the music room without anyone noticing.

Looking at the young man inside through the soundproof glass, he was dumbfounded.

The young man inside frowned, tapped, and changed instruments after a while. The only thing that didn't move was the piano.

won't you?Still don't need it?

After a while, the boy stopped what he was doing, sat in front of the instrument, scratched his head with his hands, and sighed in frustration.

Ouyang Ding walked to the door and pushed it open, startling Bai Yuchen.

Bai Yuchen jumped to the corner, pointed at Ouyang Ding, still in shock: "You, you, why are you here?"

Where's the phone?Why doesn't Fatty's software broadcast voice? !Junkware!

Bai Yuchen checked his pocket, only to realize that he didn't bring his mobile phone with him at all.

Ouyang Ding: "This company is mine, why can't I come?"

Bai Yuchen: "No, isn't this where I am?!"

Ouyang Ding: "Why can't I come when you are here?"

Are you talking nonsense? !We have a contract.

Bai Yuchen looked at Ouyang Ding's flushed cheeks, and when he smelled the faint smell of alcohol wafting in the air, he knew in his heart that he had drunk too much.

So he stretched out his hand and shook it in Ouyang Ding's firm gaze.

Seeing Ouyang Ding's eyes swaying from side to side following his own hands, Bai Yuchen smiled, very sinisterly.

Boldly, he sat back to his original position and waved to Ouyang Ding: "Come, come here."

Ouyang Ding was very obedient, obediently walked to Bai Yuchen's side and sat aside.

Bai Yuchen: "Do you have your mobile phone?"

"Bring it."

"take it out."

"what?"

Bai Yuchen coaxed: "Take it out, brother will show you something fun."

Then, Ouyang Ding really took it out.

Bai Yuchen: "Open it, and then click on the recording."

A gleam of light flashed in Ouyang Ding's eyes, and then he erased it instantly, replacing it with the previous ignorance and chaos.

Unlock the phone and click on the recording function.