chapter80
"I have to send him back, Miss Sheng..." Tan Jinxue finally showed a trace of helplessness on his face.
Sheng Dai smiled and nodded, "I can go back by myself."
Tan Jinxue nodded to her apologetically, and then added, "Let's make an appointment another day."
Sheng Dai's smile became brighter, and she agreed immediately. The group separated.
Miss Sheng drove away, Tan Jinxue turned her head and glanced at Zong Zi who was standing aside.
"Self-inflicted."
I don't know if it was because of anger or a stomachache, but the young man's face was also very ugly. He gave Tan Jinxue a fierce look, then unceremoniously opened the car door and got in.
Tan Jinxue ignored him, and turned to Fang Ai, who was pretending to be a potted plant, and said, "It's getting late, you can go back. Be at the company on time tomorrow."
Fang Ai was pardoned and was about to leave when the devilish voice sounded from behind again: "Let her come too."
Her fleeing steps froze immediately.
Fang Ai turned to look at Tan Jinxue, trying to get instructions from the man for his next step.
Immediately afterwards, the rear window of the black car rolled down slowly, revealing Zong Zi's handsome but gloomy face, "Since you are my life assistant, you should be in charge of my life, now I want to You go back and make me something to eat. Miss Fang, please get in the car."
His words "Miss Fang" were clearly pronounced, which directly made Fang Ai shiver.
Tan Jinxue waved her hand, Fang Ai could only get into the car honestly.
The old dormitory of the printing factory.
The old electric light was turned on with a "snap", and Fang Ai followed Tan Jinxue into the apartment of no more than 70 square meters.
Even though she was trying to control her gaze, she couldn't help being curious.
- Did the designer of Sonic Boom International live in such a place? !
It's too "grounded"!
"Sit." Tan Jinxue said to Ai.
Zong Zi had already entered the door first, walked straight into the living room, fell down on the sofa, and then looked at the two people behind with a bad expression, "I have a stomachache and I'm so hungry. Didn't I say I want to make steak?"
The meaning is already very obvious.
Fang Ai didn't dare to go to his side, so he quickly picked a sofa in the corner and sat down. When he raised his face, he saw the man's slender fingers, and he was handing over a cup of warm water, "I don't have any tea, just drink some water." .”
His tone was indifferent, and he couldn't hear his emotions. Fang Ai took the water glass flattered.
After simply greeting Fang Ai, Tan Jinxue walked towards Zong Zi, instead of sitting down, she stood in front of him and said calmly, "It's very late, your stomach hurts because you ate Japanese food, don't torment yourself."
—Don’t even try to torment others.
Zong Zi looked up at him.
His face was a little pale, his hair seemed to be getting darker, and the natural upward curve at the corner of his lips didn't seem so pleasant. He stared at Tan Jinxue with amber pain, revealing a trace of cold ferocity.
It is indeed angry.
"If I don't torment myself, you won't leave?"
His tone was sarcasm, but there was actually three points of bitterness and seven points of resentment in his voice.
Fang Ai, who was loading mushrooms at the side, heard this conversation, and felt another "click" in his heart.
—These two people...couldn't really be the kind of relationship she guessed? ! This is too shocking. Of course, the current society's attitude towards homosexuality is much more tolerant, but the status of these two people doesn't look like they can openly come out in front of her little intern!
For a while, Fang Ai's thoughts stretched infinitely, and he almost thought of the tragic scene of being "killed|killed|killed|mouthed", and subconsciously shivered twice.
As soon as Zong Zi uttered these words, he seemed to have regretted it, so he didn't speak anymore, his lips were pursed and his face was cold.
Tan Jinxue raised her eyebrows invisibly.
He knew the hero too well.
He is extreme, venomous, jealous, possessive, lacks emotional experience, has no empathy, and has never had a clear concept of giving and accommodating others.
Always, not a nice guy, not even a likable guy at all.
He's extremely intelligent, and can go from sharp-tongued to eloquent if he's willing to pretend, but he doesn't care.
The two had known each other for more than ten years, and Zong Zi's dependence on Tan Jinxue had reached a pathological level.
Chengze has developed to the present, although the limelight is unstoppable, there is still a considerable gap with those old brands, so Tan Jinxue has been considering expanding the European market, and he himself will go to the European branch to work.
This kind of long-term business trip may take two or three years.
It is impossible for Zong Zi to revisit the old place. Europe is like a curse and a shadow to him, and it is a forbidden place that he keeps at a distance. What's more, in his heart, Tan Jinxue should have stayed in the country and by his side, and he had no reason to follow Tan Jinxue around.
The person who has been taking care of him is leaving. Naturally, he has to find a successor to rest assured. This is why Zong Zi has been making things difficult for his assistants.
He deeply hated Tan Jinxue's "ignorance", but for some reason, he couldn't vent his anger on him.
Tan Jinxue smiled lightly, "It's not that I won't come back."
No matter who he tosses, Tan Jinxue will also leave. She was never one to be bullied. Although she doesn't really care about Chengze's business, it can just be used to "open up" this wayward male lead.
Zong Zi still didn't speak, his fingers tightly clutched the sofa cushion under him, his knuckles turned white.
Tan Jinxue finally sighed.
Fang Ai heard it in his ears, and felt that the man's sigh contained helplessness, blame, and pampering that he was accustomed to. She suddenly felt a little blind.
— what will happen next?
Then I saw the CEO sitting down beside Zong Zi, stretched out his hand to pull his arm across his chest and abdomen, and then attached his palm to it.
"Does it hurt a lot?" he asked.
Zong Zi closed his eyes, only "hummed" from his nasal cavity, did not speak, but curled up slightly, stretched out his hand to press Tan Jinxue's hand, and pressed it down even harder.
The organs under the palm were beating strangely, and it was really convulsive, Tan Jinxue squinted his eyes.
It's really ruthless, and it's the same for my own body.
She thought so in her heart, but the strength of her hand movements was just right, she slowly massaged the young man's tangled stomach, and said: "It doesn't matter how serious it is, you let go."
Zong Zi really obediently moved away the claws that were exerting force on her hand.
From Fang Ai's perspective, one could just see Tan Jinxue's eyes.
Serious and gentle.
She was almost jealous of Zong Zi.
The next second, the black-haired young man opened his eyes, piercing sharply at Fang Ai who was standing aside, and before Fang Ai noticed, he turned to Tan Jinxue lightly, like a cat whose fur has been smoothed, His tone was lazy, "Filet Mignon. Medium Rare."
Tan Jinxue was still rubbing his stomach for him, and turned to look at Fang Ai, "Please."
Fang Ai took another sip of water, stood up, and hurriedly said: "I, I'm going to buy materials."
Tan Jinxue seemed to smile, and said: "I bought everything, I have everything you need, in the kitchen, if you can't find anything, come and ask me."
Fang Ai opened her eyes wide - she really did this action too much today, and even her eye sockets hurt a little.
The more surprised, the more numb. Fang Ai suppressed the sigh in his heart, looked at his nose, nose, nose and heart and said "Understood", then turned and went to the kitchen.
Only Zong Zi and Tan Jinxue were left in the living room.
"Uh...it hurts..."
Zong Zi groaned in a low voice|& groaned, and raised his hand again.
Tan Jinxue slapped his hand away, using a little force herself, "Do you know it hurts?"
Zong Zi suddenly smiled, "Yes."
The delicate lines of the man's profile finally softened a bit, and he said in a gentle voice, "The less you do in the future, the less pain you will have."
In the amber eyes of the young man, a trace of pride flashed across. Although the bitter trick is clichéd and boring, it has been tried and tested.
He knew that he was like a drug addict, and the slightest concern of that person was tantamount to **** to him.
He does it for a living.