I'm confronting the scum with the tsundere boss

Early the next morning, the sky was slightly bright.

Lin Ci felt a little sore all over his body. He slowly rolled over and got up, reached out and touched his forehead, feeling a little hot.

He habitually dug out a piece of antipyretic medicine from the bedside table, walked into the kitchen and poured a glass of water to take the medicine.

Song Yan's tricks on the bed are actually not many, they are very traditional, apart from being very energetic, he is also very persistent in keeping his things in his body.

No matter whether Lin Ci acted like a baby or begged, it was useless.

Song Yan has always been unwilling to use it, not only that, but also unwilling to clean it up in time afterwards.

After four and a half years, Lin Ci got used to it both physically and mentally.

Thinking that Song Yan said that he wanted to come over for dinner, Lin Ci went to take a shower first, and then made a simple plan for the dishes in the refrigerator.

The whole apartment still looks very new, and Lin Ci's personal belongings have not increased since he lived in it for more than four years.

Even though this house has been transferred to Lin Ci, he has never regarded it as his home.

Because he didn't know if Song Yan could come to eat at noon or night, Lin Ci didn't intend to ask, and Song Yan wouldn't reply if he asked.

Anyway, he wants to eat it himself, it's nothing more than a question of how much to prepare.

Lin Ci has a good cooking skill, which is not born with him.

He took the time to learn it.

Because of Song Yan's special status, he cannot often appear in public, his mouth is picky, and his time is extremely chaotic.

He often goes directly to the apartment after getting off the plane in the early morning. He needs to feed Song Yan in any sense.

Lin Ci simply used the annual winter and summer vacations to learn Chinese food, Western food, desserts, and even Thai food from famous chefs.

It is not so easy for famous chefs to take apprentices, and Song Yan is looking for them.

For Lin Ci's being so upbeat, Song Yan also gave Lin Ci a gift for the first time.

The Patek Philippe watch is worth 350 million. Lin Ci only wore it once, and it was the day when Song Yan sent him to force him to wear the watch and cling to the bed sheet.

Famous teachers give birth to high-level apprentices, and the craftsmanship after learning is really good. Song Yan likes Lin Ci's cooking very much. He needs to maintain his figure, low-sugar and low-fat food. Can't stop talking.

Lin Ci studied nursing psychology online for three hours. He looked at the time on the upper right corner of the computer.

If Song Yan wanted to come, he would arrive around eleven o'clock.

He turned off the computer, washed his hands, walked into the kitchen and started cutting vegetables.

Before he finished cutting the tomatoes in his hand, he heard the sound of the doorbell ringing at the gate.

Lin Ci wiped his hands clean, went out and opened the door.

Song Yan didn't have the key to this apartment, and he never asked for the password, let alone entered his fingerprints.

Lin resigned to open the door every time, even in the early hours of the morning.

Song Yan hung his coat at the entrance, changed his shoes, and went to sit on the sofa in the living room: "Go get me a bottle of water."

"Okay, you sit down first, I'll cook." Lin Ci took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and handed it to Song Yan.

Song Yan only drinks this brand of mineral water, and it must be a little iced, but not too cold.

So as long as Song Yan is in Yan City, Lin Ci has to change the mineral water in the refrigerator every half a day.

Fortunately, Song Yan is extremely busy with work, either flying around at home and abroad, or joining the crew to film.

Song Yan turned on the TV, and lazily put his legs on the coffee table. When he looked up, he saw a lighter and a candy on the coffee table.

Very ordinary lighter.

The lighter with the red and white body is only worth two yuan.

Lin Ci doesn't smoke.

Why is there a lighter?

Song Yan grabbed the lighter, strode to the kitchen, and tapped the cooking table with his finger.

"Where did you get the lighter?" He directly grabbed him into his arms, lowered his head, and leaned into Lin Ci's ear: "Can you explain to me?"

Lin Ci turned his head, glanced at the lighter in Song Yan's hand, and replied flatly, "I bought it."

"Why did you buy a lighter?" Song Yan squeezed Lin Ci's chin, examined his eyes, "Be clear."

"I use it to light candles." Lin Ci didn't hide, his eyes met Song Yan's.

"You'd better remember your identity," Song Yan approached Lin Ci, he stroked Lin Ci's lips heavily with his fingers, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Being obedient and clean are your strengths, if you are dirty, look I can't kill you!"

Lin Ci was a little dazed.

In his eyes, he is already dirty.

It was the afternoon of the third year of high school, the day he signed the agreement.

He has absolutely nothing to do with innocence.

But what does it matter.