After introducing someone to the boss, I became his only favorite

Qiao Xingran felt that he slept very comfortably this time. He felt like he had returned to three years ago. He woke up in a cozy room. Everything in the house was arranged for him by his parents. There was no high-pressure work and no worries about debts. .

Until the phone rang, he was still a little dizzy, and his eyes were sore that he couldn't open it. He turned over and reached out to touch the bedside table, but he only touched the soft bed.

Since when did the bed in his house become so wide and so soft? Qiao Xingran flattened his body tiredly, the phone was still ringing, not caring about the headache, he opened his eyes and was startled by the scene in front of him.

Everything in the room was so familiar, the wooden desk, the Marvel wallpaper that he and his parents pasted on the wall, Qiao Xingran had a sore nose and quickly rubbed his eyes.

Is he dreaming?Why did he wake up in the previous room?Yes, it must be a dream.

Qiao Xingran lay back down again, constantly hypnotizing herself in her mind, a soreness welled up in her heart, and the ringing cell phone gradually stopped.

Qiao Xingran, what are you thinking? How could the house that has been sold come back?

It wasn't until the phone rang again that Qiao Xingran suddenly rang again. How could it feel so real?

He looked at the familiar room, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, almost rolled and fell off the bed, and grabbed the phone on the opposite desk.

"Hey, Xingran, how are you doing in the new company these days?" Zhang Feifei's shrill voice came from the receiver, and he finally believed that he was not dreaming.

He looked up at the cool Iron Man on the wall, felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed in his heart, opened his mouth, and found that his voice had become unbearably hoarse.

"Qiao Xingran, what are you doing? Talk! Hello?"

Zhang Feifei on the other end of the phone awakened his consciousness, came back to his senses, and then responded to Zhang Feifei.

"Fei Fei, why are you calling me so early in the morning?"

"What's so early in the morning? Look at what time it is now. I have already received several clients?" Zhang Feifei said loudly on the other end of the phone. Qiao Xingran was shocked, and kept the phone away from her ear, silently checking the time.

At 10:[-], it turned out that he slept so late before getting up.

"What's wrong with you today?" The other end of the phone asked with concern.

"I'm fine, what's the matter, what do you want from me?" Qiao Xingran regained his composure.

"Last night, Feng Zheng and I took turns texting you and you ignored him. It's his birthday this Saturday, and he asked me to call you to have dinner together."

"Feng Zheng's birthday, okay, I see." Qiao Xingran was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Feng Zheng was going to celebrate his third birthday with him in a blink of an eye.

"Well, that's nothing. I'll hang up. If he catches the bag later, I'll be lazy and have to deduct my salary."

Hearing Zhang Feifei's complaining voice, Qiao Xingran rubbed his nose and let out a chuckle, "Okay, okay, goodbye."

Feng Zheng is actually a very good person, but he only loves to take aim at Zhang Feifei, picking on her almost every time during working hours.

"Oh." Qiao Xingran lay back on the bed again, raised his arms to cover his eyes, the sourness in his heart was dispelled by Zhang Feifei's carefree appearance in his mind.

Within two seconds, he bounced again, and he found that he was really in the room where he had lived for more than ten years.

The problem is that this house was sold to someone else three years ago, so how could he appear here?

What happened last night?

Qiao Xingran's memory only goes back to the scene of him drinking, in the clubhouse, Jiang Yandong!

Looking at the brand new pajamas he was wearing, he was startled, quickly ran off the bed, grabbed his phone and ran outside.

Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he just ran into Jiang Yandong who came out from the opposite side. The other party was wearing a gray home clothes, his hair was not sprayed with hairspray, it was hanging down naturally, with a somewhat lazy feeling.

Qiao Xingran admitted that he was dumbfounded at this moment, but then he realized that he looked at Jiang Yandong for a long time and was speechless.

"Are you up? Hurry up and wash up and come down to eat." Jiang Yandong seemed not surprised to see himself, and even went straight downstairs after speaking.

Qiao Xingran felt that his mind was a little out of control. This is the house he has lived in for more than ten years. There is Jiang Yandong in it. This house was sold three years ago...

So the person who brought me back last night was Jiang Yandong, and the person who bought this house three years ago was also Jiang Yandong!

When he finally figured it out, where is the shadow of Jiang Yandong in front of him?

He hurried downstairs and found that he was in the kitchen. A well-built man was wearing an apron around his waist, and half of his wheat-colored arms were exposed from the sleeves of his home clothes. His bony hands were holding a silver-white knife and cutting tomatoes. , saw him coming down, and looked back quite calmly.

"You, this, this house is yours?"

Qiao Xingran's tongue was tied up, and he didn't know how to express it. Even the boss didn't call out, so he asked out of nowhere.

"Well, I bought it a while ago." Jiang Yandong turned his head, continued to cut the tomato in his hand, and responded lightly.

"Okay, okay." It seems that the person who bought his house three years ago was not Jiang Yandong, no wonder the buyer in his impression couldn't hook up with the person in front of him at all.

"This, last night, what about me, the clothes on my body." Qiao Xingran couldn't believe this fate, he opened his mouth, and the words he said seemed incoherent.

"You mean last night, your drinking capacity was too low." Jiang Yandong put the tomatoes into the boiling water pot, and then turned on the tap to rinse off the tomato juice from his hands.

Qiao Xingran knew that he was drunk, but when Jiang Yandong tore off the napkin to wipe his hands, he pursed his chapped lips nervously.

"You're too clingy, you won't let me go, so I had no choice but to take you home." Jiang Yandong bent down and whispered in his ear.

The breath so close at hand was so hot, Qiao Xingran's face flushed red, fingers twisting the hem of the clothes, a little at a loss.

"Then, that clothes..." Who changed that clothes for me?

Qiao Xingran didn't have the guts to say the following words, the person who was still whispering in his ear just now was already unpacking the buckwheat noodles.

Hearing what he said, Jiang Yandong just smiled softly, "Don't worry, you changed the clothes yourself when you were drunk, you probably don't remember."

Qiao Xingran quietly breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he was not so drunk last night.

Seeing Qiao Xingran's relieved expression, Jiang Yandong shook his head helplessly.

"Go wash up, come down to eat later, are so many noodles enough?"

Qiao Xingran looked at the buckwheat noodles in Jiang Yandong's hand, nodded slightly, then turned and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Halfway through, he turned around and walked back, and asked him where the toothbrush was with some embarrassment.

"The new toothbrush is in the bathroom cabinet, you should know, of course, if you don't mind using the same one with me, you don't have to take it."

Facing Jiang Yandong's teasing tone, Qiao Xingran blushed hopelessly, and after hearing his words clearly, he hurried into the bathroom.

He found a new toothbrush and a new tooth cup in a familiar cupboard, rinsed it, and then squeezed out toothpaste to brush his teeth. Looking at his messy hair in the mirror, and comparing it with Jiang Yandong, who was bright and beautiful, he felt that he was really ashamed.

After washing, he went to the toilet again, and then returned to the kitchen after washing his hands. At this time, Jiang Yandong had already scooped up the noodles and was frying eggs.

"Are two eggs enough?" The other party knew that he was coming without even raising his head. Qiao Xingran was slightly shocked, and hurriedly waved his hand, indicating that one is enough.

"That's good, one for each of us." Jiang Yandong curled his lips and divided the fried eggs into two bowls.

"Go to the restaurant and wait, I'll warm up the milk."

"Is there anything else I need to do?" Qiao Xingran rubbed his nose and said that he wanted to help with the noodles, but just as he stretched out his hand, Jiang Yandong grabbed it.

"Go sit and wait, how can I let the guests do it themselves?" A strange emotion flashed in Jiang Yandong's eyes, but it was quickly covered up again.

Qiao Xingran was stunned for a moment, but turned around and walked towards the restaurant.

Sitting in the dining room, he carefully looked at the house.

All the layout didn't seem to have changed much, and even a small part of the furniture was still used by them before. Looking at all this, he suddenly became emotional.

If there were no accidents in his family, he would probably be able to live happily with his family.

And he himself should be able to graduate smoothly, and then participate in the National Design Cup to stick to his dream.

Recalling the sadness of the past three years, in the first year, he almost couldn't eat every day, so Zhang Feifei was kind enough to take him in.

He had a sore nose, and tears flowed down without warning. Just as Jiang Yandong came in with a dinner plate, Qiao Xingran raised his hand to wipe away his tears in a daze.

"Why are you crying?" Jiang Yandong on the opposite side lowered his face and looked at himself with his chin propped up.

Qiao Xingran was a little embarrassed, but couldn't stop crying. He couldn't say that because this was his previous home, he remembered many sad memories.

He thought that according to Jiang Yandong's character, the other party would hate him crying, but unexpectedly a hand stretched out, he froze for a moment, and that hand gently pressed his head.

"Eat quickly after crying. Could it be that you just need to add some salt to your noodles?"

Facing Jiang Yandong's half-joking words, Qiao Xingran burst out laughing again, crying and laughing, he decided that he was feeling uncomfortable.

The warm thumbs gently rubbed the corners of his eyes, and the miraculous thing was that his unstoppable tears suddenly stopped, and he stared blankly at Jiang Yandong's pretty face, feeling heat rising from the place touched .

"I'm sorry, I let you see a joke." Qiao Xingran took the napkin handed over by the other party, and wiped his face full of tears.

"Don't say sorry, it should be me who should say sorry."

"Ah?" Jiang Yandong smiled lightly, Qiao Xingran didn't understand for a while.

"After all, it's not kind to peek at children crying."

Looking at Jiang Yandong's smile, Qiao Xingran felt that he was being played by the person in front of him again, and the goodwill he had just established dropped sharply.

Hmph, some people look well-dressed, but they are actually old foxes who like to tease people.

"Okay, let's eat quickly." Jiang Yandong knew he couldn't be too teasing, so he picked up the chopsticks first.

"Okay." Qiao Xingran was already hungry. Looking at the delicious tomato soba noodles in front of him, he swallowed quietly.

Picking up the chopsticks and taking a bite, he felt that he had opened up a paradise. The smooth soba noodles had a special smell, and the taste was refreshing. The sweet and sour taste of the tomatoes was simply a reward for the taste buds.

"It's delicious! It's great!" In the face of delicious food, Qiao Xingran never hesitated to praise himself. He swallowed the noodles, raised his head and smiled at Jiang Yandong.

"It's good as long as it's delicious." Jiang Yandong smiled, and started to eat himself.

The two looked at each other in silence, Qiao Xingran was bold and unrestrained, and the noodles in the bowl ran out after a while, while Jiang Yandong was elegant, and there was only a small layer of noodles in the bowl.

After Qiao Xingran finished eating, he remembered something important. Holding the freshly warmed milk, he thanked Jiang Yandong earnestly.

"Thank you for taking me in for one night. If you don't mind, I'll treat you to dinner another day."

"You're welcome. You are my employee. As the boss, I should take care of you more."

"No, no, that's different. If it's someone else, I guess they won't care about it." Qiao Xingran shook his head, not even knowing that there was milk on the corner of his mouth.

"Really? Then treat me to dinner another day." Jiang Yandong smiled, looking at the milky white liquid at the corner of Qiao Xingran's mouth, his Adam's apple was sliding up and down.

He suddenly remembered what it was like last night, if an old fox like him who set up tricks could be considered a good person, ha ha.

Qiao Xingran didn't know what Jiang Yandong was thinking, he just felt that Jiang Yandong must be responsible as a boss.

It's just why the outside world has such a bad reputation for him, in fact, he can't say it, probably those people just saw Jiang Yandong's appearance.

He gave his reasoning full marks, and after eating, he offered to help wash the dishes, and then he remembered his work clothes.

"Auntie washed it for you last night, just take it back later." Jiang Yandong had already started working, and replied without raising his head.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Qiao Xingran thanked him earnestly, and he realized that he didn't go to work today when he saw Jiang Yandong working.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yandong didn't care, he just said that he had asked for leave for him so that he didn't have to go to work in the afternoon, Qiao Xingran heaved a sigh of relief, seeing that it was getting late, he hurriedly collected his clothes and said goodbye to him.

"Mr. Jiang, I really troubled you last night. I will definitely thank you some other day!" Qiao Xingran smiled, but he was already thinking about what to treat Jiang Yandong to.

"You're welcome, I'm going to the company later, I'll take you back on the way." Jiang Yandong curled his lips and stood up.

"No need, I'll just take the subway back by myself." Qiao Xingran refused with some embarrassment.

"Take the subway, have you forgotten that the subway is not accessible here?" Jiang Yandong smiled, before he could answer, he turned and went upstairs to change his clothes.

Qiao Xingran froze in place, and scratched his hair in frustration. He had forgotten about the home he had lived in for more than ten years.

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Update ing on time, Gu Liang, please point out any typos, because sometimes I can’t check it myself, please.