The King's Altar

At the end of summer night, the weather was quite cold. Belle drove to find the three unlucky ghosts in a state of distress. Jiang Zhaowei grabbed the door of the jeep with a mournful face and wailed: "Master Belle, you are finally here, but wait for the dead slave's house!"

Jiang Zhaowei was influenced by his brother Chen Yuejin's bad habit of pretending to be jealous, and he would howl a few words when he was in the mood, but what he got in exchange was naturally ignoring and rolling eyes that made him feel at ease.Unexpectedly, Bei Le did not ignore him this time, but gracefully took off his gloves, pushed the brim of the cowboy hat up, squeezed Jiang Zhaowei's chin, and smiled wickedly: "Little fairy, I Isn't it here?"

Jiang Zhaowei Petrochemical.

Chen Yuejin shook off goose bumps all over his body, and kept three meters away from Jiang Zhaowei.

Bei Le glanced at Li Wudi who was curled up on the ground, and hooked his fingers: "What are you doing in a daze? Lift him up and go back."

Along the way, Bei Le didn't ask any unnecessary questions, and seemed to be humming along to the music in a happy mood, but Jiang Zhaowei and Chen Yuejin could vaguely sense the boss's strong and gloomy aura coming towards his face—the more unhappy the boss was, the more kind his smile would be.

Those two people didn't know where the boss's anger came from, so they looked back and forth at each other, not daring to say nonsense so as not to offend Bei Le, you know, the boss has a lot of corporal punishment tools!

It was already 02:30 at night when we arrived at Xiaoyanglou, the whole small building was pitch-black, Bei Le opened the door, Chen Yuejin and Jiang Zhaowei dragged Li Wudi in, ready to throw him on the sofa.Unexpectedly, Bei Le turned on the soft floor lamp, only to see Yuan Mingqing wrapped in a thin blanket and sleeping on the sofa. It seemed that he was too late to catch up with the renderings and did not go home to sleep.

Belle put his index finger between his lips: "Shh." Then he pointed upstairs, signaling to lift him up.

Then, Chen Yuejin and Jiang Zhaowei lightly pushed Li Wudi up to the second floor, and started arguing in the corridor.Jiang Zhaowei pushed people into Chen Yuejin's room: "Anyway, you two sleep together, and you don't care about one more person."

Chen Yuejin retorted: "In the future, if you and your wife have sex and don't care about one more person, remember to call me."

"Oh? Are you having sex?" Jiang Zhaowei asked.

"How do you know I don't have sex?" Chen Yuejin asked cheekily.

Jiang Zhaowei took out his mobile phone and turned on the recording: "In order not to let Comrade Feng Qu miss this sentence, we recorded it as proof, come on, repeat it again."

Chen Yuejin was furious, and slapped his cell phone away, pretending to be a soldier who could not be humiliated: "You are not allowed to desecrate the pure friendship between me and Cricket!"

There was a click of the door over there, and Feng Qu opened the door, yawning sleepily: "What's the noise!"

Chen Yuejin cast down Li Wudi, turned his head and rushed over: "Cricketer, brother is back~"

Jiang Zhaowei was instantly bent over by Li Wudi: "Fuck me..."

Feng Qu pushed Chen Yuejin away with one finger, "Die."

Chen Yuejin observed the words and expressions, stepped back to the side, and died.

Feng Qu ordered again: "Go in."

Chen Yuejin flashed through the door with a stab, peeking triumphantly with half of his eyes peeking out from the side of the door.

Feng Qu put his hands in the pockets of his cotton sweatpants, lifted his chin lazily, and said to Jiang Zhaowei: "We are crowded, the customer can sleep on your bed, just for one night, don't be so delicate."

Chen Yuejin repeated: "Yes, don't be so delicate."

Jiang Zhaowei was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe, "No, you know, my neurasthenia will cause insomnia and insomnia when I share the bed with others."

Feng Qu was unmoved: "Then you can sleep on the floor."

Chen Yuejin: "Yes, on the ground."

"No, you know, I'm a clean freak, and with such a drunk who reeks of alcohol around me, I will suffer from insomnia and insomnia."

Feng Qu raised his eyebrows and sneered: "I'm too lazy to expose you, people who can fall asleep while sitting on the toilet will suffer from neurasthenia?"

Chen Yuejin: "Yes, neurasthenia?"

Seeing that Jiang Zhaowei's small body was crushed into pea sprouts by the customer, Feng Qu didn't give his hand, but looked at him condescendingly: "How dirty is your room? Are the socks under the bed growing mushrooms?"

Chen Yuejin: "Yes, mushrooms?"

Feng Qu disdains: "Don't tarnish the noble word 'cleanliness'."

Chen Yuejin: "Yes, Ciyan!"

Belle washed up in an orderly manner, came out of the bathroom and walked through the corridor, and then leaned aside to watch the show.

Feng Qu summed it up: "Don't try to pretend to be charming for me over and over again."

Chen Yuejin: "Yes, pretending to be charming."

Jiang Zhaowei was criticized so that there was no room for rebuttal, and he looked at Belle for help with tears in his eyes: "Lord Belle~"

"I don't care." Bei Le shrugged and walked into his room. After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt bad, stopped and turned around and smiled: "Okay, Jiang Jiang, the customer left in your room. Come and sleep in my room."

Jiang Zhaowei looked around and said to Chen Yuejin, "Bitch, he called you."

Chen Yuejin gritted his teeth: "You are the cheap, your whole family is cheap!"

"I'm calling you, Jiang Jiang." Bei Le stepped forward to help the drunk customer, and asked kindly, "How about I help him in and you go wash?"

Jiang Zhaowei was called "Jiang Jiang" so that his scalp went numb, and his brain short-circuited temporarily.

Taking advantage of the gap, Bei Le quickly helped Li Wudi into the room and put him on the bed, then came out and grabbed Jiang Zhaowei who was standing still: "Jiang Jiang, let's go."

Jiang Zhaowei trembled all over: "No, there's no need, I'll just make do with Comrade Lori for one night."

"Aren't you nervous?"

"Then I'll sleep on the floor."

"Aren't you a clean freak?"

Jiang Zhaowei shook his head wildly: "I'll change it! I'll change it!"

"You don't need to change it, I just like your delicate appearance." Belle pulled him a few times without pulling, then wrapped his arms around his shoulders and persuaded softly: "Hey, come into the house with me, you sleep on the bed, I sleep land."

Jiang Zhaowei was like a thunderbolt, pawing at the wall of the corridor, and remained motionless: "Master Belle! What's wrong with you today? If I did something wrong, punish me physically, don't you don't you don't you don't..."

Bei Le put both hands under his armpits and dragged him hard, patiently: "Jiang Jiang, don't you always blame me for being too coercive, not considerate and not approachable? I decided to learn to love my employees, starting with you, okay?"

Chen Yuejin and Feng Qu looked at each other, unable to figure out what the boss was planning.

"You, you, you... Please take care of him from Yuejin..." Jiang Zhaowei stammered and begged for mercy: "Master Belle, I'm timid, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?" Bei Le simply hugged Jiang Zhaowei, ignored his struggle and walked into his room, with a soft smile and a soft tone: "Don't kick around, or I'll throw you down from the second floor."

Chen Yuejin covered his face: "Oh~Princess Hug~"

Feng Qu felt cold: "That kid must have done something stupid again to offend the boss, he deserves it."

Ten minutes later, Jiang Zhaowei was lying on Bei Le's kingsize pink and purple bed with blank eyes. He was very familiar with this bed, and he also knew that there was a gecko tail under the mattress. Le stuffed in when going out.

Belle was shirtless, wearing a pair of tight leopard-print underwear, showing just the right chest muscles and six-pack abs. He sat carelessly on the ball sofa beside the bed and fiddled with incense, his bare legs loosely crossed , with a relaxed attitude.

"Boss..." Jiang Zhaowei pulled up the thin blanket, covering his chest chastely: "It's late, go to sleep."

Belle explained thoughtfully: "Aren't you suffering from a nervous breakdown? Lavender incense can soothe the nerves."

Jiang Zhaowei has nothing to say. He has been sleeping alone since he was in college, not because of neurasthenia or cleanliness, but because he has a deadly pubic hair—he talks nonsense in his sleep when he sleeps!

"Jiang Jiang, how long have you been in my shop?" Bei Le asked lightly.

"Boss, you should call me by my first and last name..."

"answer me."

"One, more than a year...I came here at about the same time as Yuejin." Jiang Zhaowei stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, always reminding himself: Can't sleep!I can't sleep tonight!

"How have I treated you this year?" Belle asked without saying a word.

"It's pretty good..." Jiang Zhaowei pinched his arm: I can't sleep!Never sleep!

"Very good?" Belle said at the end, and the volume was higher.

Jiang Zhaowei hastily changed his words: "Excellent!"

"How do you sleep with your eyes open?" Bei Le sat on the edge of the bed, covering Jiang Zhaowei's eyes with his palms, "Don't be so nervous, go to sleep."

"..." Jiang Zhaowei was about to cry.

"Can't sleep?" Belle said to himself: "Shall I sing a song to coax you?"

Just as Jiang Zhaowei was about to speak out against it, Belle hummed an English song softly.The room was filled with incense, and the bed was as soft as cotton candy. Jiang Zhaowei sighed softly in his heart. The boss has a handsome face and a sexy body, young and rich, and even has a nice voice. He has the capital to pretend to be B.Thinking of this, I unconsciously closed my eyes to relax the tense nerves, and said to myself: Going to the duck shop to enjoy the service of the top brand cowboy is nothing more than that, it is a waste not to enjoy it, tsk tsk tsk, then enjoy it for 10 minutes... No, 5 minutes... no, 3 minutes...

Before Bei Le finished singing a song, Jiang Zhaowei gave a strange laugh.

Belle froze for a moment, then withdrew his hand.Jiang Zhaowei closed his eyes, with a weird smile on his face. After giggling a few times like a little hen, he gritted his teeth for a few minutes, and then laughed like an old witch.

Bei Le frowned, and asked softly, "Jiang Zhaowei, what's wrong with you?"

"Heh heh heh..." Jiang Zhaowei said, "Master Belle, give me the handle~"

"..."

"Don't give it to me? Hehehe! Yuejin, use these handcuffs to handcuff him! Feng Qu, find the leather whip he put in the bottom of the box and give it to me! Mingqing, take off his leopard-print underwear!"

"..." Bei Le laughed back angrily, and finally knew the real reason why Jiang Zhaowei wanted to sleep alone.

"Master Belle, I have your underwear, do you want to go back?" Jiang Zhaowei smiled lewdly.

Belle took up the conversation and said, "I want it."

"Please~"

Bei Le approached Jiang Zhaowei's ear with an ambiguous voice: "Please..."

Jiang Zhaowei was stuck and remained silent for 3 minutes.

Bei Le didn't know what he said wrong, and poked Jiang Zhaowei's face in uncertainty.

"Little bitch!" Jiang Zhaowei gritted his teeth, and cursed bitterly, "If I ask you to beg, please do so? You don't even have the backbone of a boss!"

"..."

"Let you sing English songs instead of Chinese! Make you grind coffee instead of soy milk! Let you pretend to be a foreigner!" Jiang Zhaowei began to dance and dance: "Slap you! Beat your ass to bloom!"

"..."

"Do you still want leopard-print underwear? Huh! I'll strangle you!" Jiang Zhaowei yelled angrily, "I'll make you pretend to be B! I'll make you coquettish! I'll make your legs hairless!"

Belle was speechless: Hey, what does all this have to do with you?

Jiang Zhaowei turned over and muttered in a pitiful voice: "Boss, treat me better..."

Bei Le had no choice but to soften his heart for a while, "How did I treat you badly?"

"You must look beautiful in that maid outfit, why did you let Yue Jin wear it? What a waste..."

Blue veins twitched on Bei Le's forehead: "..."

"You don't wear it?" Jiang Zhaowei didn't need to be overly emotional, and instantly changed into a bandit-like voice: "If you don't wear it, you have to wear it! Put it on for me! Then lift up the skirt and sit on my lap and feed me grapes... what You don’t want to? Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me~ No one will come to save you even if you yell at your throat~~ Lord Belle, look at your face, I’m really itchy if I don’t teach you..."

Belle looked down at his smug sleeping face, and unconsciously squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "You are fine, fine, just wait for me."