I, I, I am not a snake spirit

Around New Year's Day is the busiest time for finances. If you say overtime, you will work overtime. A lot of orders and bills from various stores float to the headquarters like snowflakes.

More than a dozen people in the huge financial office were busy with their heads down, and they didn't even have time for gossip.They are working against the clock, and they all want to get off work early and go back to celebrate the new year with their families.

Zhou Qi tiptoed in with a thermos bucket in hand, for fear of disturbing anyone.

A group of accountants and cashiers in the financial office had long been familiar with him, and even if they met, they just nodded and continued busy with their work.

Zhou Qi bypassed several rows of desks and walked towards the innermost cubicle.The partition is covered by venetian curtains and the floor-to-ceiling glass wall has a sense of seclusion and independence.Gently pushing the door open, Yan Xiaojun was holding a stack of lists in his hand to check the data. When he saw him coming in, he nodded his chin at the empty nose.

Young Master Zhou put down the thermos bucket in his hand like a diligent little daughter-in-law, picked up the cup and ran out joltingly.There was a layer of coffee stains on the bottom of the cup, he stuck out his tongue and licked it, the bitterness made his scalp explode.

The tea room here is very complete, with two coffee machines, nearly ten kinds of tea, and five or six brands of creamer and sugar alone.He washed the cup first, then made a difficult choice between tea and coffee, and finally chose green tea.

After brewing a pot of tea, a small accountant strolled in with dark circles under his eyes, poured half a cup of black coffee for himself as if no one was there, poured it down like drinking medicine, took another cup of hot water, and started drinking from snacks. He dug out a bag of biscuits from the cabinet and floated out like a wandering spirit.

Zhou Qi twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at the coffee machine. If he hadn't been familiar with this place, he would really think that the coffee coming out of that thing is a three-in-one machine.It's so bitter, what kind of mentality do they have to drink it! ! !

Holding the teapot into Yan Xiaojun's office, the warm tea overflowed the room with a fragrance.Yan Xiaojun took two sips of tea, moved his shoulders a few times, and continued to check the data with his head down.

Young Master Zhou touched it like a dog's leg, kneading his wife's shoulder with his fingers: "Go to my house at night?"

Not knowing whether he heard it clearly or not, Yan Xiaojun hummed casually without raising his head.

"It's New Year's Eve at night, we can have sex for a year, how cool it is!" Zhou Dashao was immersed in the happiness of rolling the sheets, and unconsciously began to touch his fingers here and there, and then poked into Director Yan's neckline.

Yan Xiaojun impatiently dragged his hands out: "Don't make trouble."

It's a pity that Young Master Zhou was too immersed and ignored the anxiety and impatience on Director Yan's face.He stood at the back and rubbed his hands: "Are you going to have an office party? When I think that so many people outside will hear it, I'm so excited." After he finished speaking, he felt even more excited, and with a twitch of his mind, Yan Xiaojun was suppressed. on the desk.

When the two of them were struggling, they didn't know which key they touched on the computer. With a buzzing sound, the computer restarted...

Yan Xiaojun's face was as dark as the bottom of the pot, his forms! !Haven't saved it yet! ! !

"Zhou Qi!!!!" Director Yan erupted, with serious consequences.

Young Master Zhou was beaten into a pig's head, and ran out of the director's office, covering his black eyes with tears streaming down his face.

The children who were forced to work overtime in the office looked at his unlucky appearance, and secretly gave him a thumbs up in their hearts.

hero!To commit a crime while Director Yan was busy working overtime, if he didn't die, he would save his life!

The people in the office left one after another after finishing their work, leaving only the director's office with the lights on.

Zhou Qi was squatting at the door of the office with an ashtray in his arms and smoking a cigarette. His dejected appearance was like that of a dog in the house. With dark circles under his eyes, he looked like a real brother.

Yan Xiaojun finally finished his work, he stood up and stretched vigorously a few times, only to realize that his stomach was already gurgling with hunger.There was still the thermos on the table, and he reached out to open it, and the rich aroma of chicken soup hit his face, making him gulp.

The chicken soup is still hot, and all the oil on it has been skimmed off. The clear soup is dotted with a few chopped green onions, which whets the appetite.After drinking two bowls of chicken soup, Director Yan finally remembered the person who gave him chicken soup.

Zhou Qi is simply an evil fate in Yan Xiaojun's life. The two of them have been entangled for seven or eight years, and finally rolled into the same bed, and then they were really stuck by Zhou Dashao, who was like a mangy dog. opened.

Yan Xiaojun's mentality towards Zhou Qi is quite complicated. To be honest, he really looked down on this second generation ancestor at the beginning. Relying on his family's money, he played games in the world every day and did not do business. He was given the title of business prodigy when he was a child. It has already been almost corrupted.Whoever mentions Young Master Zhou will shake his head regretfully, and he may not be perfect when he is young, which is his true portrayal.Who knew that this dandy would chase after him for several years, biting his tongue like a bastard.

I also blame myself for being stupid. I followed Dongfang Lin's bad idea. Anything that can't be eaten in the mouth is a cinnabar mole. After eating it a few times, it will turn into mosquito blood.As soon as his brain got hot, he nodded and agreed to have sex with Zhou Qi, and the result?

Not to mention.

Put on your clothes and put on the thermos bucket.Yan Xiaojun opened the door of the office, and it was deserted outside.The wall clock on the wall reminded him that it was past ten o'clock, and it would probably be eleven o'clock when he drove home.Now that the streets are full of young people waiting for the New Year's Eve, he can only pray that there will be no traffic jams.

When he turned around and locked the door, he realized that there was a person squatting at the door.

Zhou Qi just squatted on the floor, leaning against the glass wall of his office, and fell asleep.

The slightly longer bangs covered his forehead in a mess, and his quiet sleeping face made the usually mean Zhou Dashao look pleasing to the eye, but because of the uncomfortable sleeping position, his brows were slightly frowned, and his face was slightly frowned. With a little trouble.

Yan Xiaojun said in his heart that it is fortunate that the office has air conditioning and heating, otherwise you would have to freeze to death, you shameless.He raised his foot and kicked the huddled guy: "Hey, get up."

Zhou Qi groaned twice, turned his head and continued to sleep.

Yan Xiaojun laughed, this posture can also fall asleep, it is simply admirable: "Get up, don't sleep, you are not going home?" He kicked that lump again, maybe with a little more force Some, or Eldest Zhou didn't squat down, and actually kicked the person a somersault, and fell to the floor. The ashtray in his arms also rolled down, and the ashes and butts scattered all over the floor.

"Wife..." Zhou Qi looked up at him sleepily, grinning and showing his big white teeth: "Are you done?"

Yan Xiaojun looked at him condescendingly: "Huh?"

"Husband!" Eldest Young Master Zhou followed the example of kindness, "Go home!" He leaned on the wall and stood up, his whole face wrinkled into buns: "Wuuuu, husband, my feet are numb."

"Should!" Yan Xiaojun spat at him: "It's not that there is no sofa in the office, what are you doing squatting here to sleep? Those who don't know think I abused you!" After speaking, he looked at the bruises on Zhou Qi's face and felt that even if he didn't Squatting here, it is estimated that others will feel that they have abused him.

"Waiting for you to get off work." Zhou Dashao jumped on the spot, but it was even more uncomfortable: "What should I do? I can't walk anymore. My husband is carrying it on his back."

Yan Xiaojun really felt that he owed him money in his previous life, so he had to pay it back in this life.

The two are about the same size, and both of them are skinny and fleshy when they wear clothes and take off their clothes. However, Director Yan usually has a cool and fair face, but I didn't expect him to walk very steadily, his face not red and not panting. , carried him all the way to the parking lot downstairs, and stuffed him into the car.

"Go to my house!" Zhou Dashao, who had enjoyed her husband's service, felt at ease physically and mentally.

"No, your home is too far away." Yan Xiaojun drove the car out of the parking lot and turned onto the main road.

"Go to my house, you agreed! This year's New Year's Eve at my house!" Zhou Qi persisted: "Your words don't count?"

"When did I agree?" Yan Xiaojun rubbed his brows when the red light stopped in front, "Isn't it the same if you go to my place?"

Zhou Qi scratched his messy hair: "But, my parents are here..."

Yan Xiaojun glanced at him coldly: "Huh?"

"That's it, let's talk about New Year's Eve together." Zhou Qi smiled flatteringly.

"Are you a pig? I'm the busiest these days at the end of the year. Why do you let old men and old ladies come here? Can't you go back and see them when you're done?" Yan Xiaojun was so angry that his forehead hurt: "Zhou Qi, you pretend to be what!"

Cursing in his mouth, he turned the car around immediately after the red light passed: "Don't you check what time is it? Isn't it disturbing others to rest when you go back to your house now? It's ignorant not to go, and it's ignorant to go, You can't use your brain!"

"I forgot." Zhou Qi muttered, "As soon as my mother mentioned it, I agreed. I forgot what you have to be busy with these days."

"Idiot!" Yan Xiaojun decided not to talk nonsense with him anymore, and drove in silence all the way, from the east to the west of the city, and it took more than an hour to kill Zhou Qi's expensive villa.

There was a dim door light on at the gatehouse of the villa, the two of them changed their shoes lightly, and walked towards the living room like thieves.The sound of the TV in the living room was very low, and a figure was leaning in front of the sofa, covered with a blanket, already asleep.

When Yan Xiaojun saw that person, his face became even darker. He glared fiercely at Young Master Zhou who was shrinking his neck, then walked to the sofa and turned off the TV.

Maybe the person on the sofa woke up from sleep, and every tiny movement woke her up: "Ah, you are back?"

"mom."

"Auntie."

Two men who looked like big kids who did something wrong stood in front of the old man.

Aunt Zhou pinched her temples with a wry smile: "Oh, look at me, I said I would spend the New Year with you, but I fell asleep first. Your father couldn't stand it long ago, and said he would call him when you came back. "

"Stop shouting, let uncle sleep." Yan Xiaojun stretched out his hand to help Aunt Zhou get up: "I didn't know you would come today, the company is working overtime, so busy, Zhou Qi didn't tell me."

"Hey, we didn't realize until we came here, these days are when you are busy with finances, blame us." Aunt Zhou patted his hand: "The kitchen is hot and there are meals, I am old and can't stay up late, I'm going to sleep first." She smiled and looked at her son: "Silly boy, hurry up and serve Xiaojun food... Hey, what's the matter with your face?" The old lady just saw her son's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. Look, I was taken aback.

Zhou Qi quickly covered his face: "No, it's all right..." As he spoke, he sneaked a look at Director Yan.

Director Yan admitted generously and frankly: "I beat you."

"This bastard must have hired you again, right? What did you do to get beaten up like this? You deserve it!" Zhou's mother spat at her son: "Thirty or so are good, if it weren't for Xiaojun's kindness, he would have you ?”

Young Master Zhou nodded like a chicken pecking at rice when his mother scolded him: "Yes, yes, it's my fault."

"Next time you beat him, don't slap him in the face. It's too ugly to hang on the outside. You pinch him, squeeze the tender meat inside his arm, and keep him in pain, and you can't see the trauma." Mother Zhou taught her experience: "Go to death pinch!"

Yan Xiaojun suppressed a smile: "If he didn't break my computer today, I wouldn't beat him up."

Aunt Zhou made up her mind about the situation, and looked at Yan Xiaojun with pity: "You child, it's because of our face that you didn't beat him to death, right?" People's arms and legs were knocked off, it was unbearable!

Yan Xiaojun just laughed and didn't speak.

Zhou Qi cried and said with a mournful face: "Mom, go to bed quickly, we quickly finish our meal and go to rest, Xiaojun is exhausted from working overtime." Woohoo, can we still have a pleasant chat, is this my real mother?

After appeasing the old man, the two ate something indiscriminately, climbed upstairs and took a combat bath, and then got into the bed.

Young Master Zhou teased me meanly: "Husband, come on~ I'll do it for a year~" As he said that, he climbed onto Director Yan.

Director Yan became energetic after being teased, he looked at the cheap dog beside him and sneered a few times: "Okay, I will do it for a year." After speaking, he turned over and pushed Young Master Zhou on the bed.

Young Master Zhou exclaimed: "My wife has turned her back, didn't she tell me to come?"

"Who told you to let you come today?" Yan Xiaojun held him down, and leaned over to find the necessities from the drawer: "Don't make any noise, your parents are both asleep."

The two of them tossed nonsense on the bed for more than two hours. In the new year, Young Master Zhou bit the pillow towel and was eaten up. He felt that the road to turning over was getting more and more difficult.

Director Yan ate and drank enough, cleaned up the person and hugged him in his arms: "Okay, sleep, if you make trouble again, I will throw you out."

Young Master Zhou moaned and stretched out his arms to hug his wife's slender waist: "I'll come next time."

"Well, you come."

"Don't rob me."

"No grab."

"Xiaojun, I love you..."

"Hmm... idiot, I love you too."

It is unknown who set off the fireworks outside, and the colorful light reflected on Zhou Qi's face through the undrawn curtains.He tightened his arms and tightly trapped the person in his arms: "Happy New Year..." My favorite baby.