Sand sculpture tyrant always called my wife

Ying Zaizhou stood at the table in a daze, his hands froze in the air with fright.

He he he, was he too fierce just now?

Not only did he not talk to Bian Yunluo all the way, but he even left his little wife in the office alone when he came back.

By the way, did he slam the door just now?

It's over, it's over, I know that O is fragile and sensitive, how can I still do this.

In Ying Zaizhou's eyes, Bian Yunluo huddled into a small ball in front of the safe, sobbing non-stop.

The soft gray hair covered most of the eyebrows and eyes, and the exposed half of the face was covered with crystal teardrops.

Looked terrified after seeing him.

Red nose, slightly open mouth, very pitiful.

He had never seen such a fragile little wife.

"It's not that I don't like your gift. If you don't want to get married, we can wait. Don't cry." Ying Zaizhou panicked.

"Secretary Li asked me to get to know you better. In this way, I will accompany you to eat at your favorite restaurant in the evening. If you don't like living in my place, let's go see the house and give you a car you like, okay?"

The little wife was still squatting on the ground and staring blankly at him, and Ying Zaizhou came down.

Did he say something wrong again, he can't send it directly, he should first ask Bian Yunluo if he likes it?

Then, how to coax?He has been thinking about how to marry Bian Yunluo these days, but he has no idea what to do.

Is it okay to hold a kiss?Doesn't Bian Yunluo like him?

Bian Yunluo saw that Ying Zaizhou had misunderstood, so he quickly put on his glasses and stood up from the ground.

As soon as he stood still and wanted to speak, he was hugged by someone.

There was a warm touch from the back of his head, and Ying Zaizhou put one hand behind his head, and the other hand ran along his back slightly, as if comforting a small animal with fur.

"Hey, don't be sad, don't be sad, stop crying."

Bian Yunluo was not tall enough, half of his face was buried on Ying Zaizhou's shoulder, and the upper half of his exposed face was full of shock.

He hasn't been this close to someone for a long time, and it's not very repulsive to his surprise.

Probably because Ying Zaizhou's eyes were too pure.

Most of the original sadness was dispelled by Ying Zaizhou's actions.

"Well, I won't cry anymore." Bian Yunluo stretched his eyebrows, lowered his eyes, and raised his hand to gently pat Ying Zaizhou's broad back.

The hands holding him visibly relaxed, and Ying Zaizhou secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Ying Zaizhou did not let go of Bian Yunluo for a long time, until Bian Yunluo tugged at the corner of his clothes again: "Let go of me first?"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Ying Zaizhou let go of his hands abruptly, and took two steps back.

The back of his calf accidentally bumped against the corner of the table, and he lost control of his painful expression.

"Are you okay?" Bian Yunluo was also taken aback by his action, and stepped forward to approach Ying Zaizhou.

Ying Zaizhou blushed, bent his knees, and sat down on the table.

The hand propped by his side just touched the small dinner plate he brought in.

Ying was quick to pick up the dinner plate and stuff it into Bian Yunluo's arms.

The delicate little cake on the plate smacked straight on Bian Yunluo's grass-green clothes, leaving a white cream stain.

"Hey!" Before Bian Yunluo could make a sound, Ying Zaizhou called out first.

As if afraid of Bian Yunluo crying again, Ying Zaizhou hastily pulled out a tissue from the box on the table, and frantically wiped the stain on Bian Yunluo's chest.

However, with Ying Zaizhou's efforts, the imprint became bigger and bigger, as if it had been absorbed by the fibers of the clothes, and it was firmly on Bian Yunluo's chest.

Ying Zaizhou subconsciously grabbed Bian Yunluo's clothes by the hem, and was about to take off the dirty clothes.

At this time.

"Mr. Ying." The little secretary who was summoned by Secretary Li to report on his work knocked on the door as usual and came in directly.

All voices fell silent in an instant, and the little secretary held her breath and howled, "I'm sorry!"

The door slammed loudly, before the two people in the room moved.

I saw the doorknob of the office lifted up slightly.

The people outside seemed to have gritted their teeth and made up their minds. With a "Gada", the doorknob was snapped to the top.

The office was locked by him...

Bian Yunluo pressed Ying Zaizhou's hand, and the tender green top was lifted up, revealing the covered slender waist, and the muscle lines and scars on it could be seen faintly.

Really, too bad.

"There are clothes in the lounge." Ying Zaizhou pointed to the small door on the side of the office, lowering his head and not daring to look at Bian Yunluo.

The atmosphere fell into embarrassment for a while, Bian Yunluo nodded and entered the lounge.

The lounge had the curtains drawn, and the light was a little dim. Bian Yunluo leaned against the door and didn't move for a while.

To be honest, it is impossible for this situation not to be embarrassing.

From climbing trees to catch birds, to fishing fish in water, even if you throw him a stack of high-number rolls, Bian Yunluo can easily solve them.

But the current situation made Bian Yunluo a little confused.

How should he think about being in the state?

boss?Trading partners?patient?Or a friend?

Judging from the current situation, it seems that the first three are the safest and most sensible.

But in the eyes of Ying Zaizhou, they are partners.

Things are bound to get trickier to match the playbook that should be in the state.

What if you put the state where you should be in the position of a friend?Bian Yunluo had mixed thoughts.

As a friend, he helped Yingzhou recover his health, so that no matter whether Yingzhou will lose his memory later, it will probably not cause a very embarrassing situation.

But Bian Yunluo has never made friends, what should he do?

He raised his hand to rub his hair, and took off his glasses a little annoyedly and put them on the table.

Open the closet and take out one.

Ever since he met Ying Zaizhou, his life seemed to be gradually deviating from the original track.

Outside, Ying Zaizhou was still sitting on the table with his face flushed, covering his mouth and nose with the hand that fell on Bian Yun's back just now.

There seemed to be a faint bitter taste from Bian Yunluo's body on his hands.

My wife is really soft, thin and fragrant.

It's just that I was too flustered just now. When I was hugging my little wife, I forgot to take a peek at Bian Yunluo's glands even though the angle was perfect.

"Tsk." Ying Zaizhou smacked his lips regretfully.

It seems that what Secretary Li said is indeed reasonable, the wife still has to coax her.

After all, O's are fragile and sensitive.

The state should step down from the desk and press the summons button in the secretary's room.

A moment later, someone knocked lightly on the locked door just now.

You should open the door with one hand in your pocket: "Come in."

The little secretary who locked the door with his own hands just now looked at Ying Zaizhou tremblingly, breaking out in a cold sweat.

After finishing Duzi, he has only been here for a month and is about to lose his job. Father, mother, son is not filial!

"Mr. Ying, I didn't see anything real." Now that I didn't see my immediate boss having fun in the office, is there still time? "I just came to ask if I would like to bring in the desk you ordered."

"I'll talk about the office desk later." Ying Zaizhou waved his hand, the little secretary was still too young to speak, why did he talk about the couple's affairs as if they were some kind of dishonest business.

Since he was going to accommodate Bian Yunluo now, he couldn't ask Xiao O to do something, he had to respect Bian Yunluo's opinion.

If Xiao O still wants to go out to set up a stall, then he will, he will go with Bian Yunluo.

Ying sits in his leather boss chair in a negotiating pose: "How old are you?"

"Respond to the boss, 24." The little secretary's head almost dropped to the ground, like a little eunuch next to the emperor.

Those who got the answer should nod in satisfaction: "Very well, you must answer my next question truthfully."

"Yes! Mr. Ying!" The little secretary tapped his heels, clamped his arms tightly, and stuck his neck as if he was facing an enemy.

"Based on your experience when you were in school, what civilian food is the best to buy at the gate of the school." Ying Zaizhou stretched out a finger and pointed at the secretary seriously, "It must be a small stall."

"Ah?" The little secretary's pupils dilated, Dad, he seemed to be hallucinating, "Eh, grilled cold noodles? Fried skewers, grilled squid, etc., as well as ice noodles, bowl cakes, fried chicken fillets, stinky tofu, etc. of."

The little secretary scratched her head, trying to think back to the food stall in front of the university.

The little secretary said that the names of these foods should be typed on the prepared documents at the state side, "Very well, then this time you will make up for your sins."

Otherwise, with the actions of the little secretary just now, he would be caught in the dark by him.

The little secretary, who felt that he was fine, kept bowing, and left the office all the way after Ying Zaizhou waved his hand: "Thank you, Mr. Ying, thank you, Mr. Ying."

Should be in the state to start searching the practice and raw materials of these kinds of food on the Internet.

Speaking of which, he hasn't asked Bian Yunluo what he bought at the stall. According to Xiao O's going to school to deliver meals, it is probably something like fried vegetables in a box.

Don't worry, with the help of his extraordinary business acumen, Xiao O will definitely become the leader of the food stall!

The door of the lounge opened, and Bian Yunluo, who had changed his clothes, walked out of it.

Ying Zaizhou's lounge is not too small, and the wardrobe inside occupies quite a large space.

What Bian Yunluo was holding was a pure white short-sleeved shirt, and a cream blue light coat was covered over it.

Ordinary, but still eye-catching.

The two tacitly did not mention the embarrassing scene before.

Bian Yunluo saw that Ying Zaizhou had been typing on the keyboard, and he seemed to have started working, so he didn't bother him, sat quietly on the sofa, turned on his mobile phone, and dealt with work.

The atmosphere between the two was surprisingly harmonious.

It wasn't until after get off work that Ying Zaizhou stood up, took off the suit jacket on the hanger, and hooked his fingers at Yunluo: "Let's go, I don't mean to go to your favorite store, today I will open..."

Ying Zaizhou tilted his head, it didn't feel right, if it was according to Bian Yunluo's preference, they should take the bus?

Since the last time he was embarrassed in front of Bian Yunluo, he also issued a bus card for himself, which was loaded with 20.

"Today I invite you to take the bus!" Ying Zaizhou waved his hand, took out his limited edition wallet, showed a row of colorful cards inside, and picked out the most fancy red and blue "Citizen" [-]% off bus card".

According to the navigation, the two walked to the bus stop closest to the company building.

Not surprisingly, I met many employees who should be in the state there.

"Mr. Ying." "Mr. Ying." Greetings sounded one after another, and the bus stop that was joking and joking suddenly fell silent.

A group of people looked at Ying Zaizhou in amazement.

Bian Yunluo knew without even thinking about how embarrassing it was for his immediate boss to wait for the bus with him.

Speaking of which, Bian Yunluo was also a little puzzled, why Ying Zaizhou suddenly proposed to go out with him by bus.

Ying Zaizhou, who was watched by everyone, saw the bus from a distance: "I'm treating guests today, everyone just get on the bus."

Ying Zaizhou waved the [-]% off citizen bus card in his hand confidently.

The surrounding employees looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling a little speechless for a while.