canine boyfriend

The clerk covered his face, his neck, and his chest, his neck was retracted, and his two forearms covered his chest tightly.When he raised his face, he saw shards of tempered glass all over the floor, one by one, splashing everywhere.

And because of the huge force of the explosion, several pieces of sharp glass pierced directly into his skin, mainly concentrated on his right forearm.The sudden change caught him off guard. He had never seen the tempered glass in the bathroom commit suicide, and no one called it.

He stood up against the tiled bathroom wall, nearly tripping over the heavy metal ponytail, his arms still bleeding.Just as he was considering whether to sweep up the debris on the floor or lift out the washbasin for washing the sheets first, a hand grabbed him.

"Show me your arms." The president lowered his eyes and said, staring at the pile of glass, he kicked the pile of blunt glass shards on the ground to the side with his feet without slippers, but he was picked up all of a sudden .

He was not short at all, his height exceeded 1 meters, and the small staff was even taller. Carrying him around his waist like this made him look like a giant.

"What are you doing!" the president asked condescendingly.

The clerk bled and replied, "I'm afraid you will step on the glass."

The president was only wearing a pair of underwear, looking at the big bump on his forehead and the shards of glass on the ground, he didn't know whether to call him stupid or hopelessly stupid.And there was still a small shard of glass on the hair of the clerk, the president flicked it vigorously, and it flew away: "Put me down!

"Oh." The clerk carried him into the house. The boss looked thin, but he was really serious. He put it on the bed like a baby, and said nonchalantly, "I'll clean it up. I'll cook for you after it's done... "

"What a fart!" The CEO jumped out of bed, picked up a piece of clothing next to him and put it on, "Follow me to the hospital."

"Ah? Go to the hospital?" The clerk took out the small glass in the wound casually. The wound is not deep, but a small and tight hole. "No need, if my parents know about this small injury, I will go to the hospital." , must criticize me."

When the CEO heard this, he couldn't take it anymore. He pointed to the clerk's bleeding arm and asked, "Is this a minor injury? Does your parents care about you? Do they care about you?"

"Don't worry, but it's really a minor injury. Compared with my grandfather's injury, it's really a minor injury." The clerk wanted to explain, but the boss didn't listen. He was wearing his shirt and wanted to find a tie. Even if he wears casual clothes, this person has to wear a tie, "I really don't need to go! I can handle it myself."

"I'll go as soon as I say, and you don't talk." The president thinks he is annoying, annoying to death, it's a dog man who decides to go to the bathroom to wash the sheets by hand, if he goes to bed earlier and hugs himself earlier, even if the glass explodes Can't hurt.He looked at the clerk's arm again, and closed his eyes in embarrassment, what day is it today, and he insisted on seeing blood together.

And the reason for all of this is myself...to come to that.

The closet was next to him. The president opened the closet door and rummaged through it. No matter how neatly it was folded, he took out a pair of black suit pants and put them on his legs.The clerk stood at the back and watched stupidly, watching the boss quickly put on his clothes and tie, and when he bent over to put on his trousers, he could still see that thing, showing two little white wings.

The clerk was so frightened that he turned around and faced the wall by himself.

Two minutes later, the president put on a cheap suit, turned around, and found that the dog man turned his back to him and was picking off the small glass shards on his arm. "Follow me." He flicked the clerk on the back of the head with a bang, and then headed toward the living room, toward the door, without looking back.Already holding the mobile phone in his hand, he used his personal connections to find the hospital that can conduct the injury examination as quickly as possible.

"Boss, can I not go?" The clerk had no choice but to follow, remembering that the boss was at that time, and didn't want to make him too tired, "You should have a good rest. I really don't need to go to this little injury. I have a first aid kit at home. Learn how to treat wounds."

"Students from a young age?" The CEO began to feel for cigarettes in his trouser pockets, only to realize that these were not his trousers, "Whose children have learned to treat wounds since childhood, who are you fooling?"

But the clerk followed carefully, watching the president's hair, which was no longer distinct after being soaked in water, became soft and hung above and below his eyebrows. "I'm learning. I have participated in the Red Cross children's class since the first grade of elementary school."

The president stopped walking, licked his tongue around the upper gum, and turned around. "Who are you fooling?"

"I'm not fooled, I really am, and I still have a certificate." The small staff really didn't want to go to the hospital, it was too troublesome, but seeing the boss worrying about himself, he felt a little...enjoyed.

"Old... Wife?" He touched his wrist with his injured hand, "Are you...concerned about me? Right? I knew...you were worried about me."

The president was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly shook off the dog man's dog's paw. "Who cares about you anymore? I'm... the standard procedure for the company's employees to get injured. Check the injury first and then consider other things. Since you won't go, then I don't bother to make this trip. Get out of the way. I'm going back to sleep."

After finishing speaking, he avoided the clerk's body as if running away, and ran back to the bedroom to take off his clothes. Just halfway through, he suddenly remembered something and went to the bathroom to take a photo.Every corner was photographed, as well as the broken glass and the manufacturer's logo on the frame.He pulled the clerk back again, stood under the bathroom light, and recorded his injuries on his mobile phone.

After everything was settled, he sent all the photos to the secretary, then took off his clothes and lay back on the soft blanket, wrapped in the smell of the sun again.Soft, dry and comfortable, no matter how you lie down, it is comfortable.

"Bring me my cigarettes." He pointed to his pair of trousers on the ground, "You, take off your clothes and go to bed."

"The bed sheets are not dehydrated..." The clerk went to look for the cigarette case on the floor, and probably wouldn't give it to him, but the internet said that the boyfriend can't do anything, so he took the cigarette case, "Honey, can I just smoke one? "

"Take care of yourself first and then take care of me. After you're done, go to bed with me. If you dare to twist the sheets again, I'll twist your bottom as a sheet." The president frowned and brought the cigarette case over.The clerk hurried to find a first-aid kit and treated his injuries carefully.

During this period, for more than ten minutes, the president didn't light his own cigarette, but stared at his phone.The secretary is a private job, and she also takes unexpected work at night, so she called in a short while.

"Boss, the manufacturer got in touch and said that the tempered glass on the market has a self-explosion rate of three per thousand, and the manufacturer is not responsible."

Only then did the president put his cigarette in his mouth. Watching the dog man bandage himself, he bit the cigarette holder, twirling the tip of his tongue on the filter. "And then? I usually teach you how to work?"

"Yes, so I checked." The secretary continued, "The statement of the self-explosion rate of three thousandths is the manufacturer's own statement. The national industry standard does not mention this aspect. It is an industry statement and should not be accepted. "

"Okay." The president unscrewed the lighter, and the flame jumped up, lighting up a little orange light. There was a sudden pain in his stomach, and he was destined to have a hard time tonight, but he still took a puff of the cigarette to hide his sharpness and anger. Behind the smoke, "Find a professional team of lawyers and sue."

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