Boss, can we talk about CP?

In this apparently infrequently used house, two sets of pajamas popped up for no reason.

Or pajamas in different sizes.

Unless, this is specially prepared.

Or specially prepared "for him".

Qi Fengyu sat up and looked left and right.

The living room is a high-ceilinged space, but the ceiling of the bedroom is of normal height.In contrast, compared to the living room, which has the functions of reception, dining room and kitchen, the bedroom is extraordinarily spacious—even after putting down a 2.2 by 2.4 extra-large double bed, it is still very spacious.

There are small cabinets on either side of the bed.There is nothing on one side, and a combination shelf is placed on the other side, on which the electronic clock, watch holder, wireless charging stand and several USB ports are neatly placed.Obviously, when Mr. Wang Liangwang used this bedroom, he was used to this side.

Qi Fengyu rolled out of bed silently, and squatted in front of the small cabinet. There were three small shelves on the cabinet, and three small drawers underneath.There are several books in the bottom drawer, including "XX Game Planning and Core Functions", "Design Case Collection", and two novels in foreign languages.The middle layer is razor, aftershave and other care products.

The top level has a lock, but no lock.Inside was a brand-new box of soft drinks, a small airtight carton, and a transparent plastic bottle without a label.

The words "ultra-thin" and "smooth" with a strong sense of technology are printed on the carton, and the plastic bottle is filled with a viscous transparent liquid. When the lid is opened, the sealing sticker has not been removed, which is obviously brand new.

Qi Fengyu: "..."

Condom, Lotion, everything is available.

So much so that it is obvious that Mr. Wang's purpose is clearly revealed.

It was a direction that Qi Fengyu had never thought about before, or even if there were clues and doubts, but he unintentionally, or intentionally... avoided, or escaped.

So far, in his mind, Zombie Liang is the top boss on the list, and Mr. Wang Liangwang's persona of an exquisite wealthy and noble son is even more firmly standing, so much so that he has overlooked many other elements.

For example, private life, and another example, emotions and desires.

Even if there was a female college student hitting on him before, he still failed to connect these two things with Mr. Wang.

After all, the two-dimensional zombie tycoon does not eat fireworks, and the three-dimensional noble son should also be perfect and not need a toilet.

But... when the bright evidence was in front of him, all false impressions finally dissipated.

Qi Fengyu shook his hands and almost threw the bottle away.

Wait a moment.

Not far from the company, the decoration is exquisite and privacy is in place.

Could it be, could it be that this is the place where Mr. Wang planned, prepared, and used...to hide that delicate woman?

Is it because you can eat and rest, and the environment is better than a small private kitchen, so you reluctantly bring him here once?

Unexpectedly, I can't tell that Wang Liang, with such thick eyebrows and big eyes, would actually... do such small tricks in private.

Who does he want to dive into?

Or, have you successfully dived into anyone?

Qi Fengyu was restless and didn't know how to explain the complicated feelings. With fear, he screwed up the bottle cap with lighter movements, put it back to its original place, closed the drawer, and restored everything as much as possible.

I can't imagine it at all! ! !

T companies have high wages and good treatment, so the proportion of fashionable elite beauties is quite high.Just looking at the girls who can be remembered and counted at a glance, you can pull out a dozen if you just think about it.

Gentle and beautiful, noble and glamorous, delicate and lovely, dignified and bright, everything that one expects to find, it can be said that the ring is fat, swallows are thin, each has its own merits.

So, which one is Wang Liang's favorite...? ?

Qi Fengyu made a jigsaw puzzle between those girls and Mr. Wang in his mind, and compared them, he came to a disappointing conclusion:

... No matter who you lure, it's the other party's blood.

That superb face that went straight to the cover of a fashion magazine...is not "good-looking" in the ordinary sense!What's more, Mr. Wang's figure is so good, his waist is absolutely strong in that aspect, and his game skills are envied even by Qi Fengyu.

But... hmm?wrong.

Since adding WeChat to each other, Qi Fengyu knew almost everything about Wang Liang's daily itinerary.Driving to work in the morning and evening, Xuanhuang Jiayi Community is about 20 minutes one way from T Enterprise.The schedule during the day is basically full. When I get home from get off work, Mr. Wang will either work out, or make a simple dinner, and then go to the golden leisure time before going to bed, and spend time with him in mobile games with the voice on.

What Qi Fengyu doesn't know is that the content of Mr. Wang's itinerary does not exceed two hours in total, and it also includes odds and ends such as urgent needs.

To sum up, Wang Liang doesn't have the time to hunt/love at all... At least, he doesn't have the time to mess with others behind his back.

The things in the drawers are brand new, which means they have never been used, and the room is so clean that there are almost no traces of life, which means that the frequency of use is very low.

Therefore, the possibility of Mr. Wang committing the crime... approaches zero.

After speculating to this point, Qi Fengyu heaved a sigh of relief.Rather than guessing that Mr. Wang may want to engage in unspoken rules, he might as well believe that Mr. Wang wants to unspoken rules for him.

Really mediocre.

He happily lifted the quilt and lay down, stretched his body...

Then, he turned over again.

A small invisible light bulb lit up above his head, and with a "ding", he finally got the answer right.

Qi Fengyu lived for 26 years and was handsome for 14 years. During his student years, he received countless love letters and confessions from girls, occasionally mixed with admiration from the same gender.

But it wasn't until this moment that he finally put everything in place.

... Unspoken rules for him?

Why not.

At this moment, the mind is spinning rapidly.

Disgusting?

Qi Fengyu thought, how is it possible.No matter whether it is CP or Zhenlalang, it is he who makes money, and Mr. Wang loses money.

Angry?

To his surprise, no.

Only his outlook on life, world outlook, and values ​​are all under great impact at the same time.His thoughts are setting off a huge storm, and the pros and cons are fighting an endless bloody battle.

In the concept instilled by family and school since childhood, "hidden rules" are not good.

However, Mr. Wang is so nice.

It was as if he had naturally grown into the appearance he admired most.

In the workplace, relying on ability to win, fair competition, and being an upright person are the correct promotion paths in Qi Fengyu's plan.

But if Mr. Wang sends a signal of unspoken rules to him, he... let alone sternly refuse, he may not even be able to resist.

Qi Fengyu didn't realize that his hesitation was due to the balance in his heart, which had already leaned to the side of "consent".

But he remembered that the quick clearance of one copy after another broke the record; that night in the training camp, the overly good-looking half profile, long and thick eyelashes seemed to tremble directly at the tip of his heart; the accident in the familiar snack bar , and the refreshing light fragrance that hits the nostrils unexpectedly.

On the soft quilt, he scratched out rough wrinkles.Qi Fengyu stopped recalling and imagining, let the boat of willpower sway in the violent wind and rain, even without any thrust, it was enough to capsize him in the vortex and turbid current of temptation.

No.

Qi Fengyu thought, even if he wanted to, he still had to take the initiative.If you want to die, you have to die to understand.

Perhaps, there is such a small chance that they can laugh it off as a joke and change back to the most comfortable and precious friendship that has been established with great difficulty?

Hope he's misunderstood.

He must be thinking about it!

Just do what you say, the action-oriented Qi Fengyu immediately started working.

It can't be too obvious to make Mr. Wang suspicious, and it can't be too obscure, at least not so obscure that Mr. Wang can't see it.

Think about it.

From childhood to adulthood, although Qi Fengyu has gained a lot of admiration, his love experience is limited to his only first love when he was young and ignorant, or a few TV series he watched with his mother.

Proactively hooking up and privately hinting are all beyond the scope of his plan. The current plan is to use what he has and hit it with a single blow.

Ready, after taking three deep breaths, with the determination to die, Qi Fengyu gently pushed open the door.

With a slight movement of the fingertip, a string of text appeared on the screen.

If you look carefully, you will find that if it is not for thinking or reading, the fingers typing on the keyboard will be as fast as afterimages, and there will be no unnecessary movements at all.

If you look at it more carefully, you can find that the eyes of the typewriter are focused and locked on the text content all the time. , it is already pretty sure that the exact content will be printed.

Although this is not an extraordinary skill, this inconspicuous little skill, coupled with his extremely fast reading speed and extremely high concentration, made Wang Liang manage the company's business with astonishing efficiency.

He called back a problematic financial statement and rejected two proposals with obvious loopholes. Wang Liang pressed the corner of his eye. He wanted to call his assistant and order the next audit to be strictly checked. After that, someone might be sleeping soundly, so he temporarily changed his mind, put down his phone, and sent an email instead.

Next to the dining table is the floor-to-ceiling window. In order to avoid the reflection of the screen, the awning on the balcony is lowered. Although it covers the sky, it does not affect the downward view.

The view on the 27th floor is excellent, and Wang Liang spent 10 seconds overlooking the green belt downstairs to relax his eyes.Just as he was about to turn his attention back to the screen, there was a soft click and the bedroom door swung open.

He turned his head subconsciously, and couldn't help but froze.