The golden wolf dog of the beautiful president

Song Yang swallowed his saliva, rubbed his hands on his pants alternately, put them back on the steering wheel, and replied, "Success! Genius x Xueba, you're right, if I were gay, I'd be crazy. "

Warm remarks: "..."

:)

The traps were thrown out, but not a single hair was caught.

Wen Ci leaned back on the back seat of the car, narrowing his light brown eyes. When he stared at Song Yang, he looked like a hunter aiming a gun at the heart of a wild dog.

They are also dogs, and I feel that this wild dog is far from the distance of species isolation from domestic dogs:)

Wen Ci closed his eyes.

I thought, take your time.

If one trap is not enough, cast another net; if the net is not enough, dig another hole.

He didn't want the bullets from his shotgun.

Because if the bullet is not careful, it will kill the dog.

……

He only has this dog.

……

"boss?"

"boss?"

When the car arrived at the courtyard of the villa, Wen Ci, who had taken cold medicine, fell asleep in the car again, and Song Yang woke him up a little anxiously.

The light brown pupils opened sleepily, and in the night, he saw a face against the moonlight protruding from the car door, leaning very close to him.

There was also a hand reaching for his forehead.The young man's eyes were gentle and gentle, with an anxious expression on his face, exactly the same as the young man who guarded him by the hospital bed when he was suffering in his previous life.

Wen Ci opened his eyes and looked at each other.

Sensing that the boss is awake, and Song Yang didn't feel any signs of fever, he breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you had a fever again, and I was going to take you to rest elsewhere."

Wen Ci stood up, and Song Yang got up, got out of the car door, and made room in the car.

The moonlight hit the boy's whole body more clearly, and Wen Ci saw that there were large "blood spots" on the chest of Song Yang's shirt, and there were traces of wet water on his face and hair.

Wen Ci: "What's wrong?"

Song Yang stood at the door of the car, frowned and pulled the wet clothes on his chest, which were full of dog blood, and said angrily: "I don't know who made a prank, and put a courier box at the door of your villa. I thought someone sent it to you, and I wanted to pick it up, but I just bumped into it, and the box exploded with a bang, which made me bloody and scared me!"

Wen Ci was not surprised, he was even sleepy, and said lazily, "Is there anything in the box?"

Song Yang: "A CT scan of the head wrapped in plastic wrap, I can't understand it."

Wen Ci: "... If you don't understand it, forget it."

After a pause, Wen Ci cheered up a little, looked at the young man and said, "Do you want to live in my villa tonight?"

"!" Song Yang was startled, and stared at him, as if he was about to take off, "How can that be?!"

"..." Boss Wen quickly became lazy again, got out of the car, pushed the young man away, and walked lazily towards the door, "Then go back to the apartment, be careful on the way, come to the villa early tomorrow morning to check in, and bring my breakfast , I want to eat braised noodles."

Song Yang: "?"

The boss didn't make sense of what he said, and Song Yang pondered all night but couldn't figure it out, until the next morning he came to the gate of Wen Ci's villa with the ingredients for making noodles.

... Only then did I realize that Young Master Qin Lu had been guarding here long ago like a door god.

The eldest young master's beautiful hairstyle was messed up, with a piece of gauze on his head, his face was gloomy, and he looked at Song Yang with dead eyes.

"The one who knocked me out the day before yesterday was you, right? Yesterday I blocked you for a whole day and didn't see anyone. I thought you didn't dare to do it. I didn't expect you to be quite courageous and dare to come to die."

Song Yang: "..."

No, I misunderstood, if the boss made it clear to me yesterday that this is the case, I would definitely not come today!

Boss, you cheated me! orz

"If you have something to say, it's a misunderstanding!" The boy was covered in goosebumps, and he knew in his heart that he was the culprit. The misunderstanding was a fart, so he wanted to slip away.

In the end, the young master caught up and stopped him, "What a misunderstanding!"

Song Yang: "..." orz

"It was you who beat me. No one dares to beat me when I grow up." Qin Lu stared at the young man with a gloomy face. "The cooking skills are not very good, and you still have the face to be a cook next to my fiancee. You can do it yourself." Have you ever eaten your own garbage?"

The young master stared at the breakfast in Song Yang's hand again, "In this way, you eat the rubbish you prepared on the spot, then kneel down and apologize to me three times, hit the wall and hit your forehead, and never come again If my fiancée is doing something, I will reluctantly let you go, otherwise you won't be able to get out of City A."

so cruel?

Song Yang stared at the ingredients in his hands. They are all raw materials and semi-finished products, and they insulted me that the things I made are garbage... Why didn't I just beat you to death the day before yesterday?

Hehe, the young man was cursing inwardly with a stiff face, but on the surface he obeyed the law and did not dare to be presumptuous, and looked frequently at the third floor of the villa.

After a while, I was shameless, and shouted to the boss for help: "Boss, boss——"

One call, true friendship.

The villa window on the third floor, on the side of the one-way glass, Wen Ci was indeed standing here.

Qin Lu came here to guard half an hour ago, in order to beat Song Yang up.

When the eldest young master came up with his temper in private, he was just like a bird, bullying others, doing his own way, doing whatever he wanted, and if someone beat him a foot, he wanted to make a fight against him.

Wen Ci has known his virtues for a long time, and if he wants to teach someone a lesson, he must teach him personally before giving up. When he loved him before, he was pampered like a child. Now he doesn't want this giant baby, and his hands are itchy. Beat this giant baby to death.

In fact, he could prevent Song Yang from coming, or deal with the man in advance, but unfortunately the boy's answer yesterday made him very dissatisfied, and he was sulking all night... just wanted to see the boy grow up.

Sure enough, the young man's head was getting bigger right now, and he yelled several times, but the boss didn't respond, he was embarrassed, he had nowhere to rest his head, grass was about to grow on his head.

Wen Ci watched and couldn't help laughing.

"Dignified young master, don't bully a cook. This is indeed a misunderstanding. The person who hit you that day was not him, but me."

Boss Wen let the boy go, opened the door of the villa and walked out.

The beauty seemed to have just woken up, her hair was untidy, and she came out wrapped in a long nightgown. The end of her beautiful eyes was full of sleep, her complexion was much better than when she stayed up late, her white skin was pink, her whole body It seems that there is still a warm temperature in the quilt, and the temperament is much gentler than usual.

After saying that, he yawned lazily, as if he still wanted to sleep.

Accustomed to Wen Ci's white-collar suit, going to bed late and getting up early, running around all the time, with a serious look, Qin Lu was stunned at the first glance by the sleepy beauty's laziness, and almost didn't recognize his fiancée.

After recovering, I took a few more glances.

In Qin Lu's mind, beauty is the most attractive when it comes to laziness. It's soft and fluffy, without edges and corners like cotton candy. It melts in the mouth after one bite, and it won't crack its teeth like a white bone spirit.

Just like the 16-year-old Xiao Wenci, when he lived in his villa, he still cried often, his nose was red from crying, and tears fell down like pearls, which he gently wiped away with a tissue.

During that time, Xiao Wenci was like a little brother in front of Qin Lu.

Later, the little beauty grew up and became a big beauty.

Never see the tears of the great beauty again.

He and Wen Ci are no longer big brothers and little brothers, but have become fiancés and well-matched fiancées.

That beauty who was as soft as candy and could be contained in the mouth was gradually buried in the deep pit of the young master's heart, and he almost couldn't find it until today.

...however, wait.

What did his fiancee just say?

He was the one who smashed his forehead the day before yesterday?

The astonishment in the young master's eyes lasted for two seconds, and was suppressed by reason and anger.

Qin Lu sneered, and looked into his fiancée's nightgown, "Did you hit me? Do you think I'm blind, or do you think I'm lame? You were under me at the time, and you were subdued by me. Do you have the ability to resist?"

Wen Ci was neither angry nor annoyed, he didn't see this person in his eyes, and said flatly: "It was really me who smashed it."

The muzzle is very firm.

Let alone Qin Lu, the victim, even Song Yang, the perpetrator... almost believed it.

"...Do you have evidence?" Qin Lu felt that he still needed to have a brain, so he didn't believe that Wen Ci could come up with evidence!

"Wait a minute." Then Wen Ci went back to the room, and soon came out with a familiar low stool in his hand.

Qin Lu: "?"

Song Yang: "?" Wen Ci knew that his strength was relatively weak, so he gathered up his strength and came to Qin Lu. In front of the young master's stupid face, he waved the low stool with his arms and knocked on the forehead. , knocking people unconscious to the ground.

Isn't this the evidence?

The hand that was smashed hurt so much, the big beauty moved her wrist, put down the low stool in disgust, and placed it next to the head of the young master's lying corpse.

Not far away, young man Song took a step back and stared at him dumbfounded.

Wen Ci walked over.

The boy was so frightened that he swallowed his saliva and took another step back.

Wen Ci stopped, and took a cold look at the young man, then reached out to hook the marinade bag in the young man's hand, turned around and went back to the villa and said, "It's okay, come in and make me breakfast."

While instructing Song Yang, he also called Jiang He.

The content of the call is like this, "Come to my villa to pick up the young master of the Qin family. He accidentally rolled down the stairs and bit his head. You take him to the hospital for a careful examination and ask the doctor to issue a detailed examination certificate. Then give it to me."

Jiang He: "?????" Why do these words sound familiar, even the punctuation marks are exactly the same? ? ?

Song Yang: "..."

On the third day on the job, Song Yang was stunned.

Wen Ci said that he would protect the young master of the Qin family when he knocked unconscious before, but Song Yang was still thinking about how the boss would protect him. He never expected it to be such a straightforward method!

She looks like a soft and weak beauty, but when she swings the stool, she is inexplicably... sickly.

Song Yang completely realized that Wen Ci was really heartless to his fiancé.

But it would be too...

The fiance's "corpse" is still lying outside;

Inside the villa, in the restaurant, Boss Wen has already started to enjoy braised noodles...

[Flavoured noodles] is a staple food in Chef Song's gourmet booklet in his previous life.

The salty and soft simmered scorpions are spread on the tough noodles in a thick layer. The oil is very fragrant. After Wenci scoops up the noodles with chopsticks, the meat scorpion and sesame oil are hung on each noodle, and you can eat it in one bite. In the middle of the day, Boss Wen, who was still a little sleepy, became energetic in an instant, with a little satisfaction in his eyes, and enjoyed his breakfast in one bite.

The pre-events of the "Hand Slash" fiancé did not seem to have any psychological impact on him.

Song Yang thought, so the young master of the Qin family, isn't he very powerful?

Song Yang was still a little uneasy, and while serving the boss a small bowl of light soup to clear his mouth after eating noodles, he asked worriedly, "Is it really okay for you to do this...Aren't you afraid that he will retaliate against you?"

"Don't be afraid, aren't you protecting me?" Wen Ci's mind was on the food, and he ate with concentration and seriousness. It seemed that the words he answered seemed to come out naturally without thinking about the brain, like a little cub who naturally felt heaven It's like having mom and dad support it when it collapses.

Oh—this feeling of being unconditionally trusted like family? !

Song Yang did it again, he raised his chest and patted his chest, "Okay, leave it to me, I won't let that bastard take revenge and hurt you!"

The boss raised his head slightly and smiled at him, then continued eating noodles.

After a while.

Chef Song froze when he was packing the dishes.

Am I not a cook?

Why did you become a bodyguard again?

Boss Wen saw the young man's vigilance, and Boss Wen immediately started a sugar-coated attack and arranged work.

I don't think so much when I'm working.

Boss Wen said: "Your skills are getting better and better. The stewed noodles are delicious. I've never eaten such delicious stewed noodles. I want to eat this for breakfast tomorrow, can I?"

The guy who couldn't tell the difference between the cook and the bodyguard came back to his senses, exuberant and a little proud, and nodded vigorously, "Yes, no problem, as long as you like to eat!"

Wen Ci: "Well, I'm sorry to trouble you, and go to the hospital to get back the results of yesterday's examination."

Then the cook and the bodyguard, who couldn't tell the difference stupidly, became the driver conscientiously, and drove a blue Porsche to the hospital to get a lot of examination materials.

At the same time, after listening to Dr. Fang's face-to-face chattering "disease analysis" for nearly 40 minutes, Song Yang was unprepared, and his face was terrified, his heart was like a cold pool, and he was shivering...

The young man returned to the villa with red eyes, as if he had cried, and then saw the boss nestled in a small group on the sofa in the living room watching a singing competition program called "Tian Lai".

Well, covering his mouth, Song Yang tried his best to control his emotions, carefully poured a glass of boiled water over there, and squatted down in front of the small tea table with a big bag of medicine in his hand.

Wen Ci took a look, "So many medicines have been prescribed."

Song Yang didn't look very happy. He hummed weakly, and then carefully followed Dr. Fang's doctor's instructions, classified each medicine into categories, and informed the boss of the dosage and requirements.

Most of them are for the treatment of stomach problems. Fang Huan said that Wen Ci's stomach problems are already moderately chronic inflammation. If he doesn't take good care of them, he will develop erosive gastritis and ulcer within six months, gastrointestinal organ cancer within two years, and wait within five years. die...

Facing a patient like Wen Ci who often doesn't listen to the doctor's advice and has a lot of criminal records, Dr. Fang is used to embellishing everything and talking about everything seriously, wishing to say that Wen Ci is going to die tomorrow.

This statement really scared Song Yang who "doesn't understand routines".

Even Wen Ci himself was silent.

Fang Huan may never have imagined that the "threat" he added was really his great prophet in his previous life.

In addition to a lot of stomach medicine, a rich boss like Wen Ci is actually malnourished?

Fang Huan prescribed a lot of vitamin tablets and nutritional supplements, and especially urged to strengthen the daily diet balance and nutrition, eat less fast food, pay attention to gastrointestinal health, and prohibit starvation!Strengthen physical exercise and prohibit indulging in work!

Due to the problems of anemia and low white blood cells, he also prescribed blood-enriching health medicines, pills to relieve dizziness, etc., and advocated adequate sleep.

But Wenci also suffers from insomnia...

Dr. Fang gritted his teeth and prescribed another bottle of sleeping pills.

There are also some external ointments and patches, because Boss Wen has been sitting in the office for too long, and his waist does not look like a normal young man. It is either sore or painful, and it is hard. If the conditioning is not good, don't expect to do any drastic exercises. up.

Maybe one day he will be like a grandpa, flashing his waist and making jokes.

After all these miscellaneous medicines were prescribed, there was a table full of pawns.

Wen Ci is quite familiar with this scene...

But Song Yang hadn't seen it before!

The young man was as strong as a cow since he was a child, and he accompanied his mother to the hospital a few times.

In Song Yang's perception, a cold and a fever are already serious illnesses. He has been suffering from it for many years, and he has never even sneezed. Only his mother's health is poor, and she catches colds several times a year.

But his mother is more than 50 years old, so it is understandable that there is something wrong with her.

How old is Wen Ci?

Not even 30, why is there a whole body of problems!

Song Yang recalled Dr. Fang's terminally ill curse that seemed like a great prophet not long ago, his heart ached, and his nose was about to sore again.

help orz

Don't do that to my boss...

For, for, for the monthly 8000 yuan!

"There's a lot of medicine, don't take it wrong, and don't forget to take it. Doctor Fang said that your physical condition is very bad now, and you need to take care of it carefully, otherwise there will be big problems.

real!Listen to what the doctor says. You should take part of the medicine at noon now. I'll help you take the pills off, and you swallow them quickly. Then I'll prepare lunch. Less oil, less salt, more fruits and vegetables, don't worry, it will definitely suit your appetite of!Then after lunch, we will take another part of the medicine later. "

Song Yang possessed Fang Huan a little bit, and chattered endlessly. While talking, he picked up the pills and handed him water, with piercing eyes, until he watched Wen Ci swallow the medicine that should be taken.

The driver, who didn't know the difference between a cook and a bodyguard, was serving attentively at this moment, acting like a nanny again.

Nanny Song frowned, and asked softly, "Is it suffering?"

The villa is bright and quiet.

The sunlight in early summer penetrates through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, hits the floor of the living room, and basks on the sofa. Boss Wen is nestling on the sofa warmed by the sun like a cat, looking at the young man in front of him with blinking eyes. .

Suddenly, he frowned and smiled.

I don't know if the pills are bitter or not, but this smile is quite sweet.

Song Yang didn't know what the boss was laughing at.

But Dr. Fang said that keeping the body and mind happy is also an important part of the process of taking care of the body.

Just laugh, maybe he looks more festive orz

In order to take good care of his boss, Song Yang began to clock in at work diligently.

In the first three days, the situation of having to do enough psychological construction before going to work every day no longer exists, and it has become to arrive at the boss's villa on time or even in advance.

Often when he came, Wen Ci hadn't woken up yet, Song Yang had to climb up to the bedroom on the third floor and knock on the door of the boss's room. Yang ears, soft heart itching.

Chef Song's working hours are no longer limited to three meals a day, and the rest time between meals is also included.

Calculated in this way, except that he does not sleep in the villa at night, he is almost stationed in the villa, responsible for supervising the boss to take medicine, supervising the boss to rest, supervising the boss to exercise properly, clocking in at 7 o'clock in the morning and leaving get off work at 9 o'clock in the evening, 7 days a week , without a break.

Unknowingly, I became a 996 employee who is more diligent than 797.

If you still sleep in the villa in the future, 007 is just around the corner.

What made Song Yang more gratified was that the desperate Shisanlang that Dr. Fang said he was desperate for work did not seem to appear. Under his supervision and observation, Wen Ci took medicine, ate well, and exercised hard. Body.

It's just that Boss Wen's physical strength is really poor, and he is out of breath after running on the treadmill in the gym at home for a few minutes.

Song Yang looked anxious, "Boss, why are you so bad? A man is weaker than a girl in physical strength. Look at me, I can run a marathon on a treadmill!"

When the guy was bragging about this kind of awesomeness, Wen Ci stood beside him with a blushing face, a white towel was hung around his neck, and while wiping his sweat, he watched the guy run vigorously on the treadmill like a fitness trainer.

The guy's legs are very strong. When he runs, he can clearly see the tightness of the calf muscles. His arms are also very vigorous, and his breathing is regular and steady. Unlike him, he has no rhythm of breathing during exercise and gets tired easily.

After running for a while, you can still see that the young man's back is wet with sweat, and there are beads of sweat on his face. A drop of sweat drips from his temples, across his sunny, wheat-colored cheeks, and across his superior jawline. Turned into a bead of sweat hanging on the chin, smashed down.

The guy didn't look tired at all, he was very excited to run, and praised excitedly, "The treadmill is really good, this gym is amazing, I can do exercises at home, it's nice to have money~"

Running and running, sweating profusely, clothes are soaked, and there is still energy.

In terms of sports, the guy is really a master.

Wen Ci took off the white towel around his neck and handed it to the guy on the treadmill who couldn't stop and was having fun, "If you like, you can live in the villa directly."

Song Yang staggered suddenly on the treadmill and almost fell faceless.

Wen Ci narrowed his eyes, and before the boy refused, he said: "At night like this, I don't have to worry about my fiancé coming to pick me up, especially when you knocked Qin Lu out, if you weren't there, something terrible would happen. thing."

Song Yang shuddered when Wen Ci said this, it seemed that it was really a terrible thing!

The beauty's gaze was fixed on the young man, and she took advantage of the victory to pursue.

"Didn't you say you want to be my bodyguard? Then be my personal bodyguard."

Talking in a discussing tone, in fact, there is no room for people to refuse, and the place is a prison, and the guy is directly circled to death.

Song Yang stood still on the treadmill that continued to run, and turned to look at the boss with a dazed face.

Then in the next second, this face fell on the treadmill face down, and fell a big...

Wen Ci wanted the young man to stay, because he hoped that there would be someone at home at night.

Although the guy was already with me during the day, but the night was so long, for 10 hours, when he was left alone, he always felt that the big villa was empty, now it would be much better to leave the guy behind!

Wen Ci was in a good mood. He rubbed two balls of paper and gave them to the young man to block his bloody nostrils. Then he arranged for the young man to live in a guest room on the second floor of the villa, directly below his bedroom.

After arranging all this, Boss Wen went to sleep in his room on the third floor. He slept more peacefully than ever before. He didn't need to take sleeping pills, and he didn't wake up from insomnia in the middle of the night.

But Song Yang was not so relaxed.

His rare insomnia, lying on a big comfortable double bed, the quilt is fragrant, the chandelier above his head is sparkling, and a cape wind chime is hung in front of the hollow prismatic window, ding dong ding dong, there are Expensive incense smell.

The boy stared straight at the ceiling.

There is also a big beauty on the ceiling, which should be sleeping soundly at the moment.

If Song Yang had clairvoyant eyes, he might be able to see the posture of the big beauty sleeping peacefully, lying sideways in the bed like a good baby. When he closed his eyes, his eyelashes were so long, like a row of small brushes, what kind of dream did he have? , trembling slightly.

Turning over from time to time, the arms stretched out of the quilt, revealing an arm and a foot, the quilt rolled on the body, and slid down a part, revealing the loose pajamas and the flesh color of the shoulders.

...Fuck, even if I don't have clairvoyance, I can still make up these things! ! !

Hold on!

I'm just working, just working!

Turning over suddenly, the young man pulled the quilt vigorously, covered himself tightly from the head, and piled himself into a grave.

Dead people won't be over-brained :)

The dead man really wants to be naked/sleep orz

The author has something to say: The cohabitation life is about to begin!

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Thanks to Chu Xian for the 1 bottle of nutrient solution, and the rocket launcher in the clear winter sky~

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