The whole world knows he has a crush on me

Bo Jiu hardly dared to move.

In his memory, Qu Ning had never approached him so actively.

The wet breath hit the ears, and the body lines of the two were perfectly inlaid, as if they were destined to be the other half.

He paused, slowly raised his hand, and placed it on the thin butterfly bone.

"Why are you still a little bit aggrieved?" The man tilted his head slightly, his eyes drooped, and there was a small pink ear in his line of sight.

"Holding me is like holding a life-saving log."

Qu Ning chuckled: "If you were a log, you would be the most talking log in the world."

Bo Jiu smacked his lips: "I'll just think you're praising me."

"I'm just praising you."

Qu Ning's voice was vague in the wind, maybe this situation became a memory, reminding him inexplicably of the day he returned to China.

Because after staying abroad for seven years, the first time he came back to China, he was still a bit foreign. When he came up with a word, he always had to pinch a few foreign nails. People around him looked at him with contempt. cursed in his face.

For this kind of long-distance transnational airliner, there are special reception places for relatives and friends outside the airport. Everyone is either holding a sign to look for someone, or looking forward to it.

Qu Ning got off the plane and breathed the air of his hometown, but felt like a familiar stranger. There was no nameplate that belonged to him, and no one called his name.

At that time, it was undoubtedly lonely.

But he is lonely and addicted, and he thinks it's no big deal, even his ears are clean, and the things that can be done by one person are moved by crying and crying, hugging each other and circling in circles to cheer for the reunion.

At that time, I only felt redundant, but now I know the taste.

A hug, warm and hot, the intimacy between people is more effective than any prescription.

Bo Jiu may not know that this is one of the few closeness he has with others.

"Where do I sleep tonight?" Qu Ning asked softly, "I'm a bit obsessed with bed."

Bo Jiu's voice was low and mixed with a smile: "It's a bad thing."

Qu Ning sighed: "Oh, yes, I despise myself."

He pushed him away with clear eyes: "You have few problems, so you can tolerate me more."

Bo Jiu looked at him quietly.

After asking for benefits, Qu Ning turned around and put away the painting tools, and asked repeatedly: "Then where should I sleep tonight?"

Bo Jiu: "Didn't you accept the bed?"

Qu Ning: "Huh?"

"If you recognize your bed, you shouldn't move your nest, or you'll have another night of insomnia."

Qu Ning was stunned: "Then I will continue to live in the master bedroom?"

Bo Jiu followed him into the house: "Didn't you let me tolerate you?"

Qu Ning's feet were in a mess, and Bo Jiu reached out to grab his arm in time: "You're so stupid."

"Then where do you sleep?" Qu Ning asked.

Bo Jiu: "Of course I also sleep in my room, you think I can sleep on the sofa? Just kidding." I don't know who took the initiative to sleep on the sofa the first night after saying this.

Qu Ning put down the paintbrush: "I'd better lie on my side."

After all, they are not really a couple, they can't always bother others, and they still have to go their separate ways when the time comes.

After taking a shower, Qu Ning's room could not be replaced in the end.

Bo Jiu dragged out a sofa bed out of nowhere, and parked it next to the big bed.

The man was lying on it in pajamas with a stinky face, and was fiddling with a projection device in his hand.

Qu Ning: "!"

"You, what are you doing here?"

Bo Jiu: "I can't get into my bed, I can always stay in my room, there is only one bed in the whole villa, and my mother took everything else away."

So it means that I didn't sleep in separate rooms from the beginning, right?

No wonder I woke up and slept on the sofa this morning!It turned out to be the only bed!

"This is also the obligation of living together under the contract. You should perform it well. It's best to write down my sleeping habits so that you can use them in case you need them."

Qu Ning's hair was still dripping, "But I...I..."

Bo Jiu raised his eyes: "Maybe boss, I'll get out and continue to sleep on the sofa, and one day my mother will catch me, and then go on a blind date. Maybe someone who looks right will get married directly."

Qu Ning paused, then climbed onto the bed in silence, and lay down again in silence, saying in a low voice, "Mr. Bo, I will definitely do the compensation work well."

"Working with the bed?" Bo Jiu raised his head deliberately.

Qu Ning: "..."

"Thin! Long!"

Bo Jiu lay back down again: "Okay, this sound is more breathless, go to sleep, Qu Design."

Qu Ning thought that having someone by his side would make him sleepless all night when he was used to sleeping alone, but he didn't expect that Bo Jiu could let him fall asleep undefended in the car, in the same room the same.

It's like being hit by a long-term sweat medicine.

The two-dimensional crash also subsided, and Qu Ning gradually fell into a dark and sweet dream.

That night passed, and the two lived in peace for several days. They went to work together as social animals during the day, and slept separately at night without disturbing each other. Bo Jiu's sleeping habits are very good, and there are almost no bad things.

And didn't move his ears or anything in the middle of the night.

Qu Ning began to prepare the design draft for the model competition, and occasionally he was in a daze thinking about how to explain to Bo Jiu that the little white flowers in his eyes were no longer white. There is any contamination with the three-dimensional, so unless there is a special inquiry, the official information cannot find any vests of him.

...and his ears, I don't know how long they can be fooled.

If possible, he hoped that Bo Jiu would never know about it.

Bo Jiu hasn't recollected it in the past few days, and he likes to watch him outside the glass window with a cup of coffee when he has nothing to do.

As if confirming his real existence.

But it is relatively restrained to abide by the contract. At least half of the six "artificial machines" thought that their boss was just passing by to take a look at the beauty.

Changes are happening quietly within the company. Everyone is performing their duties and preparing for the upcoming big project.

But just when everything seems to be transitioning smoothly, some people just don't want to live in peace.

At nine o'clock this morning, the wind direction on the Internet started to go wrong.

As an entertainment company, Nanfeng Media's public relations department is very sensitive to this kind of information.

A phone call went directly to Bo Jiu's office.

"...Yes, that's right. There are rumors that an employee of Nanfeng has an unknown relationship with his boss, and that he stayed at a famous gay bar. Gay news frequently leaks..."

Bo Jiu listened expressionlessly: "What else?"

"What's more... The other party probably knows that he can't offend you, so the draft is intentionally or unintentionally pulling at another person. This kind of thing is like being bitten by a dog and can't bite back. It's disgusting. It's..."

If they responded seriously, Internet trolls would say that Nanfeng made a fuss and made a big fuss, and still paid attention to this kind of pornographic news, which did not have the demeanor of a big company.

But if you don't respond and let the comments ferment, they will definitely dig out Qu Ning and carry out cyberbullying.

After all, Qu Ning didn't wear a mask when he went to Dongqi, and where there are celebrities, there must be paparazzi taking pictures.

Bo Jiu was holding a pen in his hand, and the unsigned paper was under his wrist. After a while, the pen twirled twice in his hand.

For some people, recognizing their father just once doesn't seem to be enough.

"Do you have a photo?"

"Not yet."

"Then let it go, don't worry about it."

PR Department: "...OK."

Although he didn't know who the boss was rumored to be, it was obvious that he didn't take that person seriously.

That's right, a small employee shouldn't be worthy of his immediate boss.

The manager of the PR department hung up the phone, and Bo Jiu picked up the phone again.

"It's me, you give Wei Liang the phone."

At this early morning, Wei Liang must still be in bed with a hangover, and Bo Jiu guessed right, when the nanny handed the phone to Wei Liang, this person was still dazedly swearing at his father.

Bo Jiu spoke very quickly: "Your father is here, get up and adjust Dongqi's surveillance."

Wei Liang reluctantly said, "What are you doing, what happened?"

Bo Jiu: "Someone put my material on the Internet."

Wei Liang suddenly became sober: "Awesome dad! What's your story? How long have you been in Nanfeng? With which male Bodhisattva??"

Bo Jiu's tone was indifferent: "Qu Bodhisattva."

Wei Liang: "..."

Wei Liang: "Worthy of being a paparazzi, seeing the essence through the phenomenon, this is the great prophet of the year."

Bo Jiu suddenly snorted out of his nasal cavity.

With a start, Wei Liang turned over and jumped off the bed.

"I'm going right away! Don't turn on the microphone!"

After hanging up the phone, Bo Jiu threw the pen and walked out of the office. Qu Ning's work place was within sight of him when he went out.

The young man sat there quietly, holding a board in his hand and sketching something in detail.

Assistant Li walked over quickly, obviously also seeing things on the Internet.

"Mr. Bo, look at us now..."

Bo Jiu interrupted him: "Didn't you find anything strange about Qu Ning?"

Li Zhu was stunned: "Huh?"

Bo Jiudao: "I have been with him for a few days, and I found that he is always too addicted to painting, and sometimes he can't hear him, just like trapping himself in a safe and stable virtual world. If a man of this type is awakened by a violent blow from the outside, it can easily cause serious injury."

Bo Jiu narrowed his eyes: "It's as if you forcibly wake up a sleepwalker, it's very dangerous."

And Lin Ling is doing this kind of thing now.

Bo Jiu never doubted Qu Ning's words, especially those words were Qu Ning's confession to him when the two first met.

Qu Ning was sick in his heart, and most of it may be cured, so that he no longer escapes from sadness but faces the reality bravely, and boldly accepts all unexpected possibilities of others, good or bad.

But maybe not entirely for the better.

He was suspicious at first, but now he can clearly see it.

He's not successfully desensitized, he's just being treated forcibly, and the root is still empty.

Assistant Li didn't understand very well, he didn't get along with Qu Ning day and night, and he couldn't see Qu Ning's strange behavior occasionally.

"Li Ming, do you know what I hate the most?" Bo Jiu said slowly with a cold expression.

Assistant Li's back felt cold, and he replied in a low voice: "...was put off by the partner?"

Through a glass wall, Bo Jiu looked at the handsome idiot approaching the computer screen.

"I hate well-behaved students being bullied the most."

Assistant Li looked up in surprise, only to see this capable prince quietly looking in one direction.

He followed and looked over, and saw a familiar thin figure from the back.

In a flash of happiness, he immediately bent over: "I know how to deal with it."

Bo Jiu hummed, "Wei Liang's surveillance video will be sent directly to your email. Before you get off work today, you can't find any keywords on the Internet."

"Bottomless marketing accounts that expose personal privacy, don't send any threats of lawyer letters."

Assistant Li quickly remembered, and heard the young master smile slightly and said: "Threats are useless for scoundrels, let them jump first, and when all the lice come out, take the evidence and take it away with me."

"All the business endorsements that Lin Ling is talking about and not talking about will be stopped immediately. The company's official blog should not respond to anything else, just name individual artists. There is no chaos in Yide's private life. You look at the photos and post them. How do you beat them? There is a buffer for internal bans process, but I've changed my mind now."

"I want him dead now."

Li Ming looked serious: "Good boss!"

Bo Jiu waved his hand, Li Ming turned around and went to work.

The man knocked on Qu Ning's compartment twice again, his voice was crisp but not harsh, as if he had left the last bit of tenderness.

Qu Ning turned around in a daze, saw Bo Jiu leaning against the door with arms folded and smiled.

His life and death were perfectly hidden under his handsome skin, as if he just casually poured a cup of overnight coffee.

"Do you still want the eyes? They are so close."

Qu Ning's hair was tied high, and Bo Jiu's favorite bead string dangled under the tail of the young man's hair, not feminine but exquisite.

"Sorry, I didn't notice."

Bo Jiu glanced at his watch: "Stop drawing, I'll give you half a day off today."

Qu Ning opened his eyes wide: "Ah? Why?"

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean, I still need a reason to give my wife a vacation?"