The golden wolf dog of the beautiful president

When Song Yang went back to the villa, he followed Wen Ci, and the cursing and yelling of the woman with Wen Ci's name on his face showed a vague hostility that no one had ever seen before.

If it weren't for the people around him who didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations due to the ugly words, he might really turn around and rush over to beat up that old lady!

Just as he was enduring it, a certain innate sense of crisis suddenly made his body tense up.

Song Yang seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, turned his head and stared at him suddenly, and saw a stone flying towards Wen Ci's head, without thinking about it, he immediately grabbed Wen Ci and threw him to the ground.

Wen Ci fell, but he didn't fall hard. Song Yang held him tightly in his arms to protect him.

The stone that nearly hit the head flew off the flowers without causing an accident.

But it still annoyed the guy.

The hostility in Song Yang's eyes rose sharply in an instant, which made his complexion ferocious.He said softly, and after confirming that he was not injured, he quickly got up from the ground like a lion and tiger, and rushed towards the perpetrator!

If it wasn't for the closed wrought iron gate to shut the lion and tiger, it would have jumped out in the next second and killed the two of them alive.

The wrought iron gate is slowly opening sideways.

Yang Shuzhen, who was originally angry and did not smash Wen Ci to death, was dragged tremblingly by her husband when she saw the fierce young man on the other side of the iron gate, and was so frightened that she shivered on the spot.

"He is the prospective daughter-in-law of the Qin family now, and the young mistress of the Qin family in the future. Do you think he is still a child we can teach casually? If you want to die, let's go!"

Wen Heming begged his grandpa to tell his grandma to take away his strong woman wife.

The frightened Yang Shuzhen didn't struggle, her feet softened, and she ran away with her husband.

Song Yang rushed out from the Iron Art Gate, watching the two old guys run away, his chest heaving violently.

He hasn't been so angry for a long time. The last time he was so angry was five or six years ago. In the year when his father just passed away, someone called his mother a widow...

He hates people who slander or bully people he cares about in front of him!

Thinking about the stone just now, Song Yang was still worried, and turned back to check the boss carefully again, but when he turned around, he found that the boss was still in the same felling position, kneeling on the ground?

With a thud in his heart, Song Yang's face changed suddenly, and he ran back nervously to support the boss, "Boss, you..."

Wen Ci sat on the ground, staring straight at the thermos in his hand, in a weird state, and Song Yang's words got stuck in his throat.

Wen Ci was serving the thermos again.

The small gift I just received was broken when I dropped it just now, the lid of the cup broke off completely, and the identity of the cup went home.

After Wen Ci put the lid back twice, he was laughed at by his own mindless behavior, and then gave up, sitting on the ground thinking, if only he didn't hold the thermos in his hand all the time, It will not be broken.

It seems that as long as it is something he particularly likes and wants, it is difficult to get.

Like mom.

Like dad.

For example, the fiancé of the previous life.

Like family.

For example, this thermos bottle given by Song Yang's mother.

Wen Ci was a little annoyed, he was too sensitive to some things, Ding Da could think a lot about small things, which affected his mood, but he couldn't help thinking about it.

The guy at the side seemed to be frightened by his appearance, calling his name in a low voice, Wen Ci took a deep breath and got up, holding the thermos cup without the lid in his left hand, and the lid without the thermos cup in his right hand, as he went home Said: "It's okay, don't worry, there is no injury."

Saying so, the pearls in the eyes are full, turning into watery strings, rolling out from the eye sockets.

Wen Ci was stunned for a moment, and stopped walking home, seeing the young man's shadow in his peripheral vision, he quickly raised his hand to wipe away his tears, pursed his lips, and entered the house as if nothing happened.

Song Yang was stunned behind Wen Ci.

The boy's heart was gouged out by something, obviously he saw the scene just now, he followed the boss carefully into the villa, and took a look at the thermos cup that Wen Ci placed on the partition cabinet, and those exquisite and beautiful decorations Put together, the cup lid and the cup are separated. If it is given to someone else, the broken ugly cup will most likely go to the trash can.

"Go and prepare lunch... I don't really want to eat, you see what you want to eat, and make it simple. I was disturbed by those two guys, so I'll go to sleep." Wen Ci said.

Song Yang nodded, stared at Wen Ci intently, and said cautiously: "Well, go to sleep for a while, I'll call you when the meal is ready."

Wait for the boss to return to the room.

The young man turned around and went to the showcase, staring fiercely at the fragile thermos cup, lingering at the useless thing several times with a look of hatred for steel, and then called his old mother, "Mom -"

The unfilial son growled and roared: "Which corner stall did you buy the parallel thermos cup? Just rub your head on the ground and you split up? My boss was bewitched by your thermos cup. He was so sad that he even found a Feng Shui Bao offered the corpse... Can you get another one to send over? The quality is a little better, don’t sell it cheaply, please believe it when they say it’s a sale, it’s three nothings!”

"..." The mother's unfilial son came up and yelled at the old mother again. He must have inherited the old mother's loud voice. The old mother was not to be outdone. After learning how the thermos cup was divided, she yelled at her son. After cursing, scolding the wild boy for his carelessness, how can he throw the boss on the ground directly, and when he sees a stone, he should fly to block it?

... Song Yang thought to himself that if this was a bullet, I would die like those idiots in TV dramas who flew to block it.

Are you really my mother?

Finally, the old mother said that she would go to the street stall to see if the old man who set up a street stall for a clearance sale was still there.

Song Yang: ...It really is a street stall clearance sale! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Song Yang knelt down, feeling that the fundamental problem could not be solved with the old mother, even if he bought another identical one and sent it over, it might break again in a few days, and then the boss would be sad again... Do it!

So the young man turned to call Dr. Fang Huan, "Well, can the re-examination scheduled earlier be a few days earlier?"

Fang Huan was speechless for a while, thinking about the last time, "...Don't learn some weird things from your boss! Another master of time management?"

Song Yang corrected the male doctor who had a close relationship with his boss with a serious face, "No, I think there is something wrong with the boss."

Fang Huan was shocked by what the little assistant said. What's wrong with being gentle?

"...You bring him here."

The next day, Song Yang took his boss to Antai again.

As usual, he did some basic inspections first, and Fang Huan was basically satisfied with the results of this re-examination. He looked tenderly in surprise, "It seems that you are really taking good care of your health at home?"

Wen Ci was honest and honest, "I still drank a lot of wine at Mr. Qin's birthday party, and at other times I honestly followed the doctor's orders to take care of my health."

"..." Fang Huan looked at Wen Ci with both gratified and weird eyes, feeling that this guy had changed since he came to the hospital last time, as if the stubborn old fritters had been reborn?

Fang Huan: "...You said your boss cried because a cup broke??!"

When Wen Ci was taken for another examination, Song Yang didn't follow, and stayed to explain what happened yesterday. Sure enough, the male doctor who was familiar with Wen Ci was taken aback.

Song Yang couldn't help worrying, "Yes, isn't this strange? That cup is really earthy. Why is my boss so sad because of a cup? Does he have any special addiction to earthy things?"

Fang Huan: "..."

Song Yang: "?"

Fang Huan thought to himself, you can be Wen Ci's assistant, I suspect he has some special hobby :)

Fang Huan scanned Song Yang up and down with the eyes of checking the lesion, clasped his hands on his knees, and replied: "No, there is a reason why your boss likes that cup. He regards it as a family bond. gone."

Song Yang: "What is entrusted?"

Fang Huan: "A person's childhood experience will have a profound impact on a person's life. Your boss had a bad relationship with his family when he was very young. He lived with his grandma when he was a few years old. After his grandma left, he was alone. Living outside, as his assistant, you should know about this, right?"

Song Yang: "...know a little bit."

Fang Huan: "So he attaches great importance to the concept of companionship and love.

It can be seen that you have a good relationship with your mother. He should be very envious of you. Your mother gave him a cup. What is really valuable to him is not the cup itself, but the gift from the elders. "

"He seems to seldom receive gifts in the true sense, that's why he's so sad when the present is broken..."

Fang Huan thought of his college days, and the day he met Wen Ci was Wen Ci's first birthday in college.

Wearing a plain shirt and jeans that day, a beautiful student from the School of Finance bought a crystal ball in a gift shop opposite the school, and ran into Fang Huan who was picking out a birthday present for her junior.

"Are you picking someone's birthday present?" Fang Huan still remembered Wen Ci asking him in a low voice.

Fang Huan nodded.

Wen Ci glanced at the crystal ball in his hand and said, "Me too."

Later, Fang Huan found out that it turned out to be a birthday present that Wen Ci bought for himself.

In the second year, Fang Huan sent a complete set of postgraduate textbooks and test booklets. Like Dashan, he gave it out as a birthday present to Wen Ci amidst the exclamation of "what's the hatred?" , Wen Ci was quite surprised at the time, and then accepted the gift with a beautiful smile.

From then on they seemed to be true friends.

But even if they are true friends, the voices and hearts that can be revealed and opened between those friends are still like a mystery in Wenci.

Almost all of Wen Ci's knowledge was obtained by Fang Huan secretly, and he made judgments based on his professional intuition.

Fortunately, he has the talent in this area, and he has not figured out the mistakes so far.

Some students who majored in medical psychology even exaggeratedly thought that if he didn't become a surgeon, he could make a living by switching to a psychologist.

Doctor Fang is currently considering the young man in front of him with his professional eyes.

The big guy didn't know anything about it, and he nodded, seeming to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand, and asked: "Since you know why my boss is sad, I just heard that the boss cried because of a cup. So surprised?"

Fang Huan was silent for a moment, then clasped his hands on his knees and took them down, propped them on both sides of the seat of the consultation chair, leaned forward slightly, and faced the young man's face.

The gentle and virtuous Doctor Fang seems to be a little aggressive at this moment?

"Because as far as I know, he has never cried in front of anyone. I don't know if he has cried in private, but with his character, he will never let others see his tears. I'm afraid Qin Lu didn't." seen..."

Fang Huan stared at Song Yang and asked, "You said you saw it, who are you?"

Song Yang's scalp became numb when asked this question, "Just...cook? Nanny? Driver? Bodyguard? The body and identity are quite complicated..."

"..." Fang Huan felt that he had encountered a bottleneck in his career.

I really want to open your skull to see if there is water in it!

The result of Wen Ci's re-examination this time was not bad, Fang Huan asked Wen Ci to keep it up, and Wen Ci nodded in agreement.

On the way home, the young man was rather dull, and asked softly, "You didn't accompany me to the last inspection, were you talking to Fang Huan?"

Song Yang glanced at Wen Ci through the rearview mirror, and replied honestly: "I asked about the thermos cup, Doctor Fang said that you rarely receive gifts from others, and you value the company and care of others very much. I have never received a gift from the elders since I was a child. Is that why you are so rare about the thermos from my mother?... You were crying, I saw it."

"..." Wen Ci: "If you dare to tell this matter, your salary will be lost, you know?"

Song Yang's scalp shuddered, "I won't say it!"

Wen Ci said "um", closed his eyes, took a nap in the car, and bypassed Song Yang's question.

He is not used to dissecting his own problems in front of others.

He didn't get a reply, Song Yang remembered what Dr. Fang said, the boss is a person who doesn't like to confide his heart to others, he didn't even openly reveal it to his friends, as a subordinate, Song Yang shut up...

But for some reason, the teardrops of the great beauty kept shining in his mind, like broken diamonds scattered all over the ground, making his heart throbbing and sad.The young man's heart was blocked, and after a while, he couldn't hold back, and whispered:

"Well, I asked my mother to buy another water glass, but she bought it from a small street stall, and it might not be used after sending it over. I, I will pick a good one online later. I'll give you the thermos cup... Now that I'm getting paid, consider it a small gift from me to the boss."

Wen Ci opened his eyes, his pupils flickering in his sockets, looking at the back of the young man's head, "...Really?"

Song Yang nodded, and asked carefully: "What kind of thermos do you like? I really think the one my mother picked out is too earthy and not suitable for you!"

Wen Ci thought, "Then you can choose any one, it's fine."

Oh on, what straight men are most afraid of is random orz

The boy was bald, "Boss, you are so perfunctory..."

Wen Ci: "It's okay, because as long as it is given by you, I like it."

The driver's seat fell silent for a while.

The boy seemed to be frozen and stopped talking.

Wen Ci stopped talking, adjusted to a more comfortable posture, nestled in the back seat of the car and continued to close his eyes and take a nap, he didn't know if he fell asleep or not, maybe he fell asleep, because the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

Probably had a good dream.

The author has something to say: The straight man who dreamed of a dead duck with a hard mouth and a big dog got it

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Thanks to lalalalri for the 6 bottles of nutrient solution and Langlang nails for the 2 bottles of nutrient solution voted by Jumei Love

Front row warning: Today is also a double update, the next chapter is high-energy