King's return

"...Swallow it down and talk to me again!" Lin Yanxiu finally came back to his senses, furious.

Rong Jian nodded, then turned his head and continued to eat and drink slowly in front of the refrigerator, oblivious to the sound of the man who was ignored behind him grinding his teeth.

After finally getting rid of the dry bread and milk in his hands, Rong Jian turned around and found Lin Yanxiu staring at him with a cold face, so he raised his voice and asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Lin Yanxiu said coolly: "This is my home, so I can stay wherever I like."

As the helm of OP Company, Boss Lin has always been well-mannered in front of the public, and because of his insidious work style, he has been dubbed an "elegant and poisonous son" by the industry. I'm afraid it will scare a bunch of people's jaws off.

However, in Rong Jian's eyes, Lin Yanxiu has "tsundere and shy" on his face, "duplicity" on his neck, "small belly" on his stomach, and "childish and awkward" on the back of his head. It's not normal to be rough.

Rong Jian raised his eyebrows, without expressing any objection, pointed to the refrigerator and said, "Your house is so poor, the only food you can eat is a piece of dry bread."

Lin Yanxiu gritted his teeth: "I never have a business at home, of course I don't have anything to eat..."

Rong Jian slowly moved to the edge of the table and sat down. He was too lazy to move and turned his head around. He looked at the other person with his usual double eyelid expression and said, "Then why do you let me live here? I don't want to starve to death..."

Boss Lin really wanted to blurt out, "Go eat shit!" But in the end, he gave up, and opened the refrigerator door with a dark face, and saw that there were still some dried noodles and seasonings in it, and asked angrily: "Only noodles, do you want to eat?" ?”

Rong Jian frowned: "I want to eat fans."

"...There is no such thing!" Lin Yanxiu tried to be patient.

Rong Jian sighed and said magnanimously, "Oh, then we have to make do with it."

Lin Yanxiu kept his mouth shut, took out the ingredients he needed, and slammed the refrigerator door shut loudly. He stomped on the floor with his fluffy slippers to vent his serious symptoms of liver irritation—it’s a pity that the soft No matter how much I stepped on my wool slippers, I couldn't make any sound.

Rong Jian still had a shameless double eyelid expression, nestled on the chair and waited to eat with peace of mind. From that look, it was clear that Lin Yanxiu wasted his expression again.

The soup was boiling tepidly in the pot, and Lin Yanxiu was fiddling with various seasonings that he had hardly used, wondering if he should ask the part-time workers to buy more food and store it in the refrigerator, so as not to suffer from this kind of pain again in the middle of the night. asshole torture...

At this moment, Boss Lin, who is well-known in the competitive game industry, is busy working like a house husband. The smooth black silk pajamas are stuck to his body, and the cuffs are rolled up to the elbows, almost wearing an apron.

Rong Jian propped his cheek with one hand, staring at Lin Yanxiu's back in boredom.

The back collar of his pajamas was very low, revealing a slender and fair neck. The pajamas, which were protruding from the shoulder blades on the back, swayed slightly with the movement of his hands. It was clearly very ordinary home clothes, but it seemed to be wearing the illusion of style.

Rong Jian thought to himself, he is really a good man who can live in the living room and the kitchen, so he asked casually out of the principle that roommates should care about each other: "Why can't you find a wife even at 27?"

Boss Lin, who was throwing a cluster of dried noodles into the boiling water, suddenly heard this, choked a mouthful of saliva into his throat, coughed violently, turned his head, and his face was still red.

"You don't need to worry about this! I haven't reached 30, and I haven't played enough yet!"

Rong Jian said dryly: "But you look like 30..."

"Bastard Rongjian!" Lin Yanxiu rushed over with the spatula in his hand, Rong Jian was so scared that he thought the other party was going to use the spatula to shovel him to death.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yanxiu, who was so aggressive, stopped suddenly, and asked with a strange and awkward expression: "I...look very old?"

"Ah, that's not true." Rong Jian was a little surprised. In fact, in terms of Boss Lin's handsome appearance, instead of looking old, he looked like a young man in his early 20s. Even if he was 40, he would still be a handsome guy.

Rong Jian immediately added an explanation: "...Because it is said that when you get older and enter menopause, you will become very irritable..."

But before he could finish speaking, Lin Yanxiu, who ran away violently, waved a spatula and interrupted him: "Damn! I'm so angry with you! Your sister is in menopause! I'm a man!!!"

His roar echoed in the spacious living room for a while before Rong Jian said silently: "...Okay, you win."

Lin Yanxiu was furious and wanted to speak sparkly words, but he heard the other party continue: "Fill up the noodles, the water will be boiled dry."

"...Animals!" Boss Lin felt that if he said another word to Rong Jian, his HP would be wiped away.

He quickly turned off the fire, and the noodles were almost sticky when scooped up. Remembering that Rong Jian used to like spicy food, he added some old godmother.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Rong Jian was a little surprised to see that the other party only brought a bowl.

Lin Yanxiu snorted, "I'm not hungry."

Rong Jian asked: "Then what are you doing in the kitchen without sleeping in the middle of the night? Nocturnal travel?"

"Eat your noodles! Stop talking nonsense!" Lin Yanxiu looked away, he would never admit that he ran around because of insomnia.

The stomach had already started a civil war, and Rong Jian followed the good advice, picked up the chopsticks and started to work hard.

After taking a few bites, he raised his head, frowned and said mercilessly, "It's so unpalatable, it's obviously for pigs!"

Unexpectedly, instead of getting angry, Boss Lin, who was being criticized, nodded his head in agreement and said with a sneer: "Yes, yes, it is for pigs to eat."

Rong Jian was speechless for a moment.

Lin Yanxiu sat with his legs crossed, with one hand resting on his cheek, smiling and tilting his head to look at this guy who was once deflated, and suddenly felt that the depression in his heart dissipated with the wind, and he was resurrected with blood on the spot, and he was overjoyed.

In the next second, Rong Jian silently put down his chopsticks, stretched out a finger and slowly pushed the whole bowl in front of Lin Yanxiu, and said earnestly: "So it was cooked for yourself, let me tell you earlier, I I won't rob you."

.. ......

Afterwards, the two finally stopped talking, and Rong Jian honestly began to fill his stomach - because Boss Lin finally couldn't hold back and punched him with his hand.

After a while, Rong Jian, whose stomach was full from eating, burped, looked at Lin Yanxiu sympathetically with his extra panda eyes and double eyelids, and said lightly, "Oh, no wonder you can't find a wife..."

So in return, Boss Lin generously gave him a pair of symmetrical panda eyes.

Lin Yanxiu put away the bowls and chopsticks furiously, and looked up at the wall clock. It was already two o'clock in the morning.

And Rong Jian took out a toothpick out of nowhere and began to pick his teeth - have you ever seen Lafayette with panda eyes?There is one here!

After picking his teeth, Rong Jian was able to speak without pressure again: "Why don't you sleep yet? Could it be insomnia?"

Sure enough, he saw Lin Yanxiu's back washing his hands froze, and suddenly jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "Who said I have insomnia?! Why do I have insomnia?!"

Rong Jian lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then tentatively asked: "...Besieged by love?"

In fact, he wanted to say that even if a man is 27 years old and doesn't have a girlfriend, it's not a big deal, but he didn't expect these four words to freeze Boss Lin alive. He hid back in his room like the plague.

Rong Jian was startled, then patted his stomach and slowly floated towards the bedroom on the second floor, leaning on the wall.

Passing by the first room on the left side of the corridor, Rong Jian slowed down his pace. He looked at the dark red wooden door, which was tightly closed, only the thin crack at the bottom of the door and the keyhole revealing dim light.

He suddenly recalled the interrupted dream last night dimly in his mind.

However, he didn't knock on the door in the end, but turned around and went back to the room slowly to rest.

However, the next morning, when Boss Lin opened the door with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, he suddenly found a set of small vests neatly folded outside the door—it was the hazy and almost transparent one given by the fans!

There is also a small note on it: "Last night's noodles were terrible, but let's pay for this." There is even a parenthesis behind it (because this one is also ugly).

Boss Lin's expression turned from astonishment to livid, and he was completely speechless. In the end, he just silently picked up the clothes and sneered slightly: "If you don't complain, you will die, you bastard..."