The golden wolf dog of the beautiful president

Along with Wen Ci, Ah Tong took Song Yang to the hospital, back and forth all the way, back and forth, and finally returned to Wen Ci's villa after three o'clock in the morning, and Ah Tong was exhausted.

"Thank you for your hard work." Wen Ci said.

Ah Tong shook his head, he was so busy that he was really relieved.

"It's not hard. Boss, you and Xiao Song are fine. Fortunately, Xiao Song's arm is only dislocated this time. You can rest for a while after it is connected. Even if that lunatic has not lost his conscience. Boss, you are also very witty. It’s not that the boss’s command is good, we will definitely be caught by that lunatic, boss, you have worked hard today, go to rest quickly, your complexion has not been very good all the time!”

"En." Wen Ci nodded, and sent Ah Tong out.

Si Yuan's jaguar is like a crawling cheetah, just parked in the garden courtyard.

After Wen Ci watched Ah Tong leave, he glanced at the car, thinking of that lunatic, his face became even uglier.

He was really angry, and turned back to visit Song Yang in the room with a cold face.

The boy has been placed, lying in bed.

An experienced orthopedic surgeon straightened the young man's dislocated joints. The poor young man trembled at that moment, grabbed his sleeve suddenly, grabbed his hand, his face turned pale.

The old doctor was still skeptical, saying that it hurts to be so drunk?

As a result, Song Yang almost beat him up in the next second, "Let go of my boss—!"

...Fortunately, Wen Ci had a quick eye and gave the old doctor a quick hand. Otherwise, with the big guy's strong fist, even Si Yuan would have had a nosebleed, and the old doctor's nose might have punched a hole on the spot.

This is treating the old doctor as that lunatic.

Thinking of this, Wen Ci's cold face returned to warm, and he sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the young man for a few times, his heart softened, the little emotion he had just been angry with was gone, he took the initiative to grab Song Yang's hand, The hand that was stepped on by the lunatic.

The hand was not as badly wounded as the other arm, but there were crushed scrapes on the knuckles, and dirt stained the tiny cuts that the doctor had forgotten to attend to.

"..." Wen Ci immediately went to pick up a basin of water, and found the red medicine from the medicine box at home. This medicine box has not been used for a long time. I took a closer look at the shelf life of the red medicine, and it is still within the effective range Inside.

Relieved, let the young man use it.

When treating the wound, Wen Ci patted that hand lightly, and spread out the big palm squeezed into a fist obediently, Wen Ci was able to clean the palm, palm and back of this hand smoothly with a small towel dipped in water.

The guy's hands are quite big, and they are used for rough work. There are calluses on the palms, but they are fleshy and thick, and they don't feel uncomfortable to the touch. They all trembled, and the hair on their legs stood up...

Like some kind of ticklish large pet.

Dog was originally a verbal title used by Wen Ci to coax Si Yuan and protect the young man. He is not a lunatic like Si Yuan, and he does not have any weird habit of keeping people as pets, but the young man at the moment is really cute Tight, Wen Ci was surprised to find out that tall guys are also ticklish.

"If I scratch you, won't it hurt?"

Wen Ci whispered, while applying red lotion to the wound on the boy's palm, while picking at the boy's palm, the boy would give a very small but very interesting reaction, which was captured by the careful big beauty and turned into a beauty's face smiling face.

Wen Ci's complexion was quite bad. Although Song Yang helped him hold back the wine at today's banquet, he still drank a lot. It was impossible not to get drunk. He felt dizzy and his head hurt.

But he seemed to be fine, and he could wittily beat Si Yuan to death, but Ah Tong didn't realize that he was actually drunk.

Not only drunk, but also sick to the stomach.

The stomach bleeding was not as serious as in the previous life, but I had a throbbing pain from time to time, drank too much alcohol, and didn't dare to take medicine.

Next to each other all night.

But I don't think it's so uncomfortable, I'm used to the warm words, and there were many times in my previous life that were more uncomfortable than this.Stomach bleeding is the real pain, and his bodyguards have protected him well.

"Good job, I'll give you a bonus." Boss Wen murmured and fell asleep lying on the boy's bedside.

At noon the next day, Song Yang woke up.

He was awakened by a nightmare!

That nightmare was so scary!He dreamed that the boss was caught by that lunatic surnamed Si, that lunatic was crazy, how could such a strong guy like him not stop him, was stepped on by the other party, and even took off his arm?

In the dream, he was a wretch, pitifully thrown on the ground, watching the lunatic carry his boss into a car, stuffed with sauce, still high-definition, and the details of the crime were the same as a certain perverted homosexuality movie that I searched for when I was a child The same piece!

Finally, the lunatic finished playing, and threw the broken doll back to him, stepped on his chest with one foot, raised his chin with the other hand, and said provocatively:

"Your man tastes good, it's cheap for you, sir, I will borrow it next time, hahahahahahahahaha~"

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Then Song Yang woke up, like a big devil waking up, he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, the hangover made his head still hurt, and he had the illusion that he was being ntr(?)

Wearing an invisible green hat, Song Yang turned over and got off the bed, rushed out of the bedroom and shouted Wen Ci's name.

Wen Ci came out of the kitchen grabbing the spatula, saw the boy collapsed on the green prairie, and realized that he might still be awake in a dream.

Wen Ci can even recall the passionate dream words when the boy woke him up last night:

— Beast, don't touch him, he's mine!

When the guy said this in his sleep, he probably had the expression ╰_╯, very sincere.

Wen Ci looked at the young man, "Are you awake? Or, are you awake from the wine, do you realize where we are now?"

Song Yang paused for about a century, the green hat on his head was withdrawn inch by inch under sobriety, and the expression of being robbed of love on his face also gradually subsided. The boy realized that he was just an innocent beater, and the people in front of him It's his boss, not some "me man".

The sudden awakening made the boy feel a little embarrassed. He hugged his head, pretended to be drunk and not yet fully sober, and explained his behavior of rushing out and yelling:

"I, I'm broken... I had a very bizarre nightmare. I dreamed that you, the boss, were taken away by villains. It was just a dream. I didn't say anything strange, right orz"

Wen Ci: "It's not a nightmare."

Song Yang: "?"

Wen Ci: "I was really carried away by the villains."

Song Yang: "???? Ah——!??"

Song Yang was shocked, and the indescribable image of brewing sauce in his dream swept his mind again, drowning him like sea water, making him feel suffocated!

He panicked, took a step forward, widened his eyes, and scanned Wen Ci's whole body with trembling little eyes, "Then, then you..."

Wen Ci hooked his lips, stopped teasing the young man, and said in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, I'm fine, that guy's brain is not working, I ran out of his hands. But you, in order to save me, were too stubborn, and he was unloaded by him." Broke your arm, and took you to the hospital in the middle of the night yesterday, and the doctor just connected it to you. Not long after it was connected, there is no major problem, but you need to take care of it. You can’t cook today, so I’ll make whatever you want to eat.”

Song Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and after a while, took another breath.

Wenci wants to cook for him?

This, this, this is not appropriate, right?

The guy is a dedicated worker, he is the cook, how can there be any reason for the boss to cook for him?

But Wen Ci insisted, Song Yang couldn't disobey the boss, so he compromised.

But he is not at ease, he cannot enjoy the boss's service with peace of mind, this is wrong thinking for workers!

intolerable!

So the boy who was a worker still sticks to his job in fear and trepidation, trying to find something for himself to do.

For example, helping the boss wash the fruit, wash the dishes, pass the seasoning bottle, Song Yang also helped the boss put on an apron, with two arms gentlemanly wrapped around Wenci's back to the front, and then led the apron back, carefully Thin, no limbs touched at all.

I can't take advantage of it!Hitting the workers so warned themselves.

But when wearing the apron belt, the boy still inevitably fantasizes, because the boss's waist is too thin, orz is not much thicker than the girl's.

Wen Ci was wearing a loose home shirt, which was very thin, with a skirt. Seeing that the loose shirt was tightened along the waistline, revealing a thin waist, it was really thin There is no fat, and it is full of grip.

Song Yang couldn't help thinking of girls, and couldn't help tying a bow on the back of the apron, thinking that this knot was more suitable for this small waist.

Wen Ci made a bone soup for the boy.

The beauty picked up the big white porcelain soup bowl, and when she spoke softly to the boy beside her, she was beautiful and virtuous, with curved eyebrows and eyes, and the apron he tied around her thin waist, like a domestic daughter-in-law serving soup for her husband, "The soup is ready, let's have a taste."

Song Yang opened his mouth, and swallowed inexplicably in his throat, looking at Wen Ci's staring eyes, he was a little dazed.

Wen Ci: "?"

No, the straight man has a tenth level of vigilance in his heart, he has bad thoughts about this little waist!

oh fuck orz

Wen Ci can cook.

After buying this villa and having his own small home, he specially found videos to learn how to cook a few side dishes and soup.

Wen Ci considered himself to be a family-oriented person. In the past, Qin Lu was the guest at home, and the young master would never enter the kitchen, so he learned a little bit.

Having a person in charge of cooking in the family can add a lot of fireworks to the small family, which is what Wen Ci likes, so even though he was busy with work before, it seemed very troublesome to start a fire at home, but occasionally when Qin Lu came, he would still Work hard to make a table of dishes.

The dinner table of the rich, even if it is for two people, must be varied and nutritious.

Boss Wen, who is omnipotent in the mall, is really troubled in the kitchen.

It's a pity that there is a specialization in the art industry, and his skills are not as good as those gold medal chefs outside.

Qin Lu has eaten it several times, but he is not used to it.

Seeing that her fiancé didn't care about a table of dishes he cooked, Wen Ci seldom cooked them afterwards.

"Is the soup okay? I haven't made it for a long time." Wen Ci asked his new diner.

In a large porcelain white bowl, there is a bowl of spine soup with clear soup and less oil. The auxiliary material is white radish, which is crystal clear on the bottom of the soup. fragrant.

Although it is a very homely method, there is no technical work such as stir-frying or making secret soup ingredients, but Wen Ci, a big boss, can make this bowl of soup, Song Yang thinks it is already very powerful!

When he saw this bowl of soup, the virtuous appearance of the big beauty cooking in the kitchen attacked his brain again... and there were more weird things in his mind!

Under Wen Ci's gaze, Song Yang swallowed a spoonful of soup and tasted it.

"Oh——" The boy let out an exaggerated admiration like that of an anime character in a Chinese master's house.

If it was someone else, Wen Ci would have thought that the subordinate was flattering the boss with all the cells in his body, and the scene was overacted, but the strange appearance of the young man and his uncontrollably writhing limbs let Wen Ci know that he was Probably the goosebumps on his body took off, even the hairs on his head blew up a few, probably it wasn't from acting...

Of course Song Yang didn't play it, this isn't spine soup, it's ecstasy soup!

Take the life of a straight man like him!

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The guy was very restrained, but he still twisted and crawled to the dining table, hugged his soup bowl, stared at the soup, smelled the fragrance, and sighed sincerely, "Oh my god...it's so delicious How can it be so delicious?"

It's the smell of a little daughter-in-law, ying ying ying.

"..." I really felt that this level of tenderness was never expected.

Wen Ci thought that the young man might not be as disgusting as Qin Lu, but no matter how the young man is a chef, his skills must not be as good as his, and he thought that the other party could finish the soup, which was already giving him face.

The result is quite exciting?

Isn't his craftsmanship too bad?

A small flower bloomed in Wenci's mood, and a little happiness climbed up the beauty's face, "I thought you were a cook, and you didn't like my craftsmanship."

"Why?" Song Yang called out, "I think this soup is very well made, less oily and fragrant, very healthy, the meat is soft and rotten, neither salty nor bland is just right!

I don't think I'm a cook, so there's nothing to look down on other people's cooking skills. It's a good thing for someone to cook for me.My dad said before that the most romantic thing for a cook is to cook meals for others all his life, and how many times someone can cook for himself... My mother learns cooking because of this, and cooks occasionally The home-cooked dishes for my dad are indeed not as delicious as my dad's cooking, but my dad just loves to eat. "

Wen Ci: "Then you also like what I cook?"

Song Yang Xiaoji nodded, paused, and realized that there was something wrong with this analogy. How could he regard the condolence meal that the boss made for him as a love meal between the family...

The face was too big, and the young man slammed his head down and took a sip of the soup, wishing he could soak his entire big face into the soup bowl.

Even so, Wen Ci could still see the boy's red ears.

Wen Ci also lowered his head to scoop up a small spoonful of soup and tasted it. His slightly lowered face was slightly pink, which was more beautiful than the pink roses in the flowers outside the courtyard.

The author has something to say: Today is the virtuous Boss Wen!

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Thank you for the 66 bottles of nutrient solution and xz fire cast by Shi 2, and the 20 bottles of nutrient solution cast by sb vomiting blood

Thank you for the rocket launcher in the clear winter sky~~

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