I rely on live broadcast to sell elixir

Ye Yao's heart skipped a beat, and when he realized it, he immediately turned off the live broadcast.

How long has he been here?How much do you see? ...doubt it?

Unlike the last time when the door was knocked open after the incident, Ye Shuyang really softened into a kitten in front of him this time.

——This person knows that he has medicine, but he finds out that his medicine is so miraculous...

The two looked at each other, Ye Yao stood at attention and screamed, the man's deep eyebrows were still calm, after a while, he suddenly turned around pushing the wheelchair: "Let's go."

Ye Yao: "?"

Just... finished?Ask nothing?

He couldn't help but wonder if the person surnamed Bu didn't see much...

Ok?

Speaking of which, I only know his surname Bu, but I don't know his name... Bu what?

She looks so good-looking, so her name should also hang around?

Ye Yao became nervous, and his thoughts diverged uncontrollably.

The next moment the man told Yan Xu, who was waiting by the car, lightly: "Go and deal with the nearby surveillance, don't let anyone see it."

Ye Yao: "..."

His footsteps stopped suddenly.

After reacting for a while, Ye Yao smiled like a toothache, and said embarrassingly, "You... have seen it?"

This ability to clean up the funeral seems to be really skilled and profound.

After receiving the order, Yan Xu turned around and went to the cab to make a phone call.

There were only two people left, Ye Yao rubbed his palms nervously, wanting to say something.

Bu Zhong raised his eyes: "Yes, I saw it."

Ye Yao: "..."

This sudden frankness.

Bu Zhong: "Not only this time, but last time you were in the private room, I also ordered people to clean up."

Ye Yao: "..."

Bu Zhong: "Would you like to tell me what medicine you took?"

Ye Yao: "...cough, this..."

"Forget it if you don't want to." Bu Zhong didn't seem to expect him to answer honestly at all. He stared at him for a while with his dark eyes, then suddenly changed the subject, "Are you hungry?"

Ye Yao just raised his throat in one breath, so relaxed that he was unprepared, and immediately coughed lightly: "No...no."

"I prepared it at home, but it's getting late no matter how far I've traveled." Bu Zhong raised his hand to look at his watch, "Eat a little before going back. I'll ask the master to cook the dishes slowly and change it to dinner."

The thoughts in Ye Yao's head were in a mess, and he couldn't figure out a clue, so he could only nod along with his words: "...Oh, okay."

Bu Chong hummed, glanced at Yan Xu in the driver's cab, and said, "The assistant is busy, can I trouble you to push the wheelchair?"

Ye Yao owed someone a short hand, so he couldn't say no at this time, so he took two steps and supported the back of the wheelchair.

As we get closer, a faint smell floats over, like the fine sandalwood that has been burning for a long time in an ancient temple.

Ye Yao sniffed it, and found that it seemed to be on Mr. Bu's body.

sandalwood?

This kind of spice that old people love to use, put it on his identity as a domineering president, and there is no sense of disobedience at all.

He smelled it again, and the tension just now was strangely relieved by the scent.

Ye Yao relaxed and walked towards the car with heavy steps.

When he was about to go up, his brain suddenly popped up, and he suddenly said: "I want to eat hot pot."

There was a slight pause in the steps, and for a moment, a faint nasal voice escaped from the front, with a smile: "OK."

The car drove to a hot pot city.

Different from what Ye Yao imagined, the decoration of this place is very down-to-earth, and it is very lively to and fro. As soon as you get off the car, a smell of numbness wafts over, which is very appetizing.

Seeing the expression on his face, Bu Zhong debunked, "Think I'll take you to some high-end place where you have to wash your hands before entering?"

Ye Yao rubbed his nose, thinking to himself, a place like this is really not worthy of your status as a big boss.

"I left City C when I was young, and I would come back once every two years at first, but later..." Bu Zhong paused slightly, "It has been five or six years since I came back last time, but I still remember this place clearly. "

Listening to his soft tone, Ye Yao felt a faint nostalgia flowing in it.

"Although it doesn't meet your expectations, the soup base here tastes very authentic. Many people from other places have come here admiringly and have to queue up." Then, Bu Chong turned back to the front, "Let's go, Yan Xu has already reserved a box. "

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, after getting off the car, Yan Xu didn't push the wheelchair for Bu Chong, but went to the box to arrange it first. Ye Yao looked left and right, and could only continue with the heavy task of pushing the wheelchair.

The cold metal texture under his hands has been held for a long time, and gradually there is a hint of warmth.

The two entered the private room, and the waiter who had been prepared earlier brought out the soup and dishes like water. Not long after they sat down, the soup began to turn bright red.

The smell of chili hits the nostrils. It's so spicy that it whets the appetite, but it's not the kind that punctures people. The soup is translucent and attractive. Ye Yao's eyes are shining, and his saliva is unconsciously secreted.

He watched helplessly as the waiter put the dishes into the soup one by one, and the smell of meat came out numbly.

Not anymore.

Can't stand it anymore.

Ye Yao picked up the chopsticks and swallowed hard.

No wonder the big boss will come here. Although the decoration is not high-grade, the taste is really good, which is simply a crime.

Bu Zhong sat beside him, seeing his suffering and enduring appearance, laughed, stretched out his hand to untie the cuff of his cuff, and rolled it slowly twice, exposing his knuckle-protruding and well-defined wrist.

He picked up the serving chopsticks, sterilized them in hot water, and then put the hairy belly into the spicy pot. After a while, the hairy belly looked crunchy and crispy, and was replayed by step Entered the plate in front of Ye Yao: "Taste."

Ye Yao stared closely, the light in his eyes was brighter than the lamp, as soon as Bu Zhong put down his hand, he couldn't care less about being polite, he picked it up and put it in his mouth.

"Woo... delicious!" His eyes widened, shining brightly: "It's great!"

The hairy belly is scalded at just the right time, the taste is excellent, fragrant and rich, and the taste is refreshing when it enters the stomach hotly.

"Eat more if you like it." Bu Zhong smiled, and burned another piece for him, "Slow down, be careful of burning."

Yan Xu on the side lowered his head and stared at the tip of his nose, even though the screams in his heart had overflowed into a river, he still pretended not to see anything.

This is the boss, right? ? ?

Isn't it some weird guy pretending to be?

He still remembered that when the young lady of the Yan family came back from overseas and was determined to pursue the boss, roses were delivered downstairs every day, and she was wearing a backless dress and finally asked someone out, her sexy posture had just been put on

The man sat down and said only one sentence from the beginning to the end: "Miss Yan, I think you are cold like this. If you don't mind, can someone bring a blanket over?"

The makeup on Miss Yan's face, who wrapped herself up like a bear, was stiff.

It is such a boss who is like a mudslide in the love field. At this moment, he speaks softly and is extremely considerate to a young boy who has just graduated in his early twenties. The expression in his deep eyebrows can almost be called... doting?deep feeling?

Mr. Yan shuddered, and threw this shocking idea into the corner.

Ye Yao was happy to be served. Bu Zhong sat next to him and scalded the dishes at the same speed as he did. As soon as he took a bite, the next chopsticks were placed in front of him. The interval was just to cool off the heat. As for hot mouth.

It didn't take long for him to eat until beads of sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead, hanging on the tip of his upturned nose, with a contented cuteness, like a cat that was fed, squinting its eyes like crescent moons.

Looking at his appearance, Bu Zhong felt a sense of peace in his heart. Unlike the medicine, the breath that could only be smelled through the screen in the live broadcast room in the past really appeared in front of him, which instantly calmed his heart.

He couldn't tell what it was like, the grass-like fresh breath on the little anchor, his calm and gentle smile, even the occasional aggressiveness in the face of hostile people, were all tailored to match his heart , as if the nightmares of the previous ten years were all waiting for this ray of light.

But the little anchor didn't believe him yet.

As for his identity, he seems to be naturally vigilant, and the boundaries are clearly drawn. It is not obvious, but it really reminds Buzhong not to cross the boundary.

and so……

He doesn't plan to tell the little anchor that he is * for the time being.

In this way, at least through the screen and the Internet, he can see him face himself with the most natural and soft attitude.

Ye Yao's face was flushed from eating, and after a long while, he finally felt that his stomach was [-]% full. He slowed down the speed of eating, and began to have time to look around.

Seeing this, he was stunned: "You..."

He looked at the empty and tidy tableware in front of Bu Zhong, and for a moment, embarrassment appeared on his face: "Why didn't you eat?"

It's only now that you realize that you've been pinching yourself from beginning to end?

He lowered his voice guiltily: "That...cough cough, or I'll give it to you too—"

hotter?

When he turned his head, he saw that there were almost no dishes left on the table, and he suddenly got stuck.

"It's okay." Bu Zhong looked at his embarrassment, and smiled to relieve him, "Eat more, you are still growing."

"..." Ye Yao, an older youth in his 20s who had developed a secondary development, blushed silently.

Yan Xu on the side coughed and came out to smooth things over: "The boss doesn't eat spicy food, so Mr. Ye Xiao should eat more."

Don't like spicy food?

"You come here if you don't eat spicy food..." Ye Yao was surprised, and then couldn't help feeling a little guilty, "I wouldn't talk about eating hot pot if I knew it."

"I wanted to come here." Bu Zhong interrupted him lightly, "My parents used to like to come here to eat, and I often come here, but they always use clear soup."

"Then you today..."

"Don't you like spicy food?" Bu Zhong smiled, and slowly took the teapot on the table and poured a glass of water.

Ye Yao: "?"

How does he know? !

Bu Zhong hooked the corner of his lips, but stopped talking.

There are so many live broadcasts, and the little anchor often eats between refining medicine, and every time the fragrant and spicy smell comes out through the smell of medicine, he can give in and sneeze twice.

Children who are not spicy or unhappy.

Ye Yao pursed his lips, which were so hot that they were red and bright, and there was a layer of oily luster on them, which was very festive.

"Then..." He hesitated, "I'll go back and cook for you."

People are so thoughtful, no matter what they have to pay back.

The pure Ye Yao thought so.

The arc of Bu Zhong's lips deepened, and he nodded: "Okay."

After eating a meal, Ye Yao was full of joy, stroking his round belly, and when he left, he consciously and enthusiastically continued to take over the job of helping the big boss leg the wheelchair.

The three of them walked downstairs, Yan Xu went to the parking lot to drive, Ye Yao and Bu Zhong were chatting one after another.

After a meal, his perception of men improved a lot, and the inexplicable throbbing of being seen through was temporarily forgotten.

At this moment, there was a screeching sound of braking on the road in front of them.

Ye Yao's heart tightened, and he raised his head suddenly.

boom!

The car skidded and collided heavily with a truck crossing the road.

All of a sudden, the exclamation of passers-by and the ear-piercing friction of the wheels rubbing against the road were mixed together, piercing the eardrum like a sharp knife!

Ye Yao looked at the cobweb-like shattered car window with red glue on it, his pupils constricted, and he rushed over there without thinking.

Behind him, thick black ink suddenly spread from Bu Zhong's pupils.

He sat in a wheelchair with his back stiff, his face pale, and he lost his senses and hearing for a moment.

The author has something to say: Boil frogs in warm water.