sinovels Chapter 77 Big Brother, Your Pink Pig Runs Away 23
Chapter 77 Big Brother, Your Pink Pig Runs Away 23
Yang Xunqi never thought that four yuan can buy something that can be given to others as a gift. Seeing that Jiang Zuo was waiting for his answer without blinking, it didn't look like he was joking, so he had no choice but to remain expressionless. Said: "Sorry ma'am, I'm afraid I can't do anything about it."
Jiang Zuo sighed: I didn’t ask anything, so do I still have to pay for the hush money... Why don’t I just save it and buy a few packs of spicy sticks for myself...
362: ...Then you really don't want to waste an extra dollar on the target.
"Madam, do you want to buy a gift for Mr. Fu?" Yang Xunqi thought for a while, remembering that Mr. Fu's birthday is indeed coming soon.
Jiang Zuo opened his eyes and said nonsense: "It's nothing, it's a farewell."
Yang Xunqi looked at Jiang Zuo, who was obviously lying, and didn't open his mouth to expose the youth's clumsy lie.
"Mr. Fu likes to drink tea, and he is also very proficient in tea ceremony. If Madam wants to give Mr. Fu a gift, it is better to start from this aspect." Although he has worked under Fu Shiyu for so many years, he cannot say that he knows Mr. Fu very well. If you like it, you can only choose what you can't go wrong.
After finishing speaking, Yang Xunqi added cautiously: "... Madam, if your budget is limited, you can borrow some from me first."
Jiang Zuo's eyes lit up, and he quickly dialed 362: 2, is it okay to borrow money from others?
362 analyzed it: the task is very clear, it can only be the money obtained by the host from moving bricks, so if it is borrowed, it must be paid back with the money obtained from moving bricks.
Still needing to move bricks... Jiang Zuo, whose waist was still stuffy for a while, sighed, reluctantly rejected Secretary Yang's proposal, "Forget it, I have to find a way to repay it... I think four yuan should be paid for." Enough is enough..."
Since Secretary Yang already knew his plan, in order to prevent him from secretly telling Fu Shiyu about this matter, it would be impossible not to give some benefits.Jiang Zuo struggled in his heart for a while, and after a long time, he reluctantly took out a piece of five yuan from his pocket, and stuffed it into Secretary Yang's hand full of sadness, "This is the hush money..."
"..."
"Today's matter is a secret between us men. I hope Secretary Yang can keep his mouth shut and don't tell other dog men..."
"..."
After a long time, Secretary Yang seemed to find his own voice, and said to Jiang Zuo bluntly and coldly: "Ma'am...the hush money is not needed."
Jiang Zuo was very firm: "No, I don't feel at ease if you don't take the money..."
If the mission failed because of the five yuan, Jiang Zuo felt that he might not be able to control himself and strangle Secretary Yang to death, and then commit suicide.
Yang Xunqi didn't know what to say, the key was the five yuan hush money, could he really feel at ease after taking the boy...
He was in this position, and there were quite a few people who gave him money and asked him to clear up the relationship and open the back door, but he rejected them all sternly. Reluctantly, this is the first time.
Even if the amount of money is not much, he will not break his own rules because of this. Yang Xunqi was about to refuse with a cold face, and raised his eyes to meet the wet eyes of the young man. The five yuan that was taken out of the boy's pocket still carried the residual warmth on his body.
Before he realized what he had done, he had already put the five yuan into the pocket of his trousers, so that the boy could feel more at ease.
Seeing that Secretary Yang took the money, Jiang Zuo suddenly smiled.
Since the target cannot know that I want to buy him a gift, it means that this matter cannot be known by Uncle Xu, and my whereabouts cannot be detected by the bodyguards. They are all loyal to Fu Shiyu. He must have reported there immediately. Now that Secretary Yang has collected his hush money, Jiang Zuo has naturally classified him as an ally on the same front as him.
Jiang Zuo patted Yang Xunqi on the shoulder, conveying his deep trust to him, "Secretary Yang, then go back and help me think about it again, I will come to you tomorrow."
Yang Xunqi: "..."
After bidding farewell to Secretary Yang, Jiang Zuo did not forget to go downstairs and buy himself a cup of the cheapest 11 yuan iced milk tea to soothe his wounded soul today.
That night, Jiang Zuo followed Fu Shiyu home with the only four steel coins left in his pocket. In the house, the marble floor was covered with soft and dense pure wool carpets, which brought a new dimension to the elegant Chinese layout. There was a touch of softness.
Feeling very comfortable to step on, Jiang Zuo took the teacup from Uncle Xu, held the warmed teacup in both hands, walked back and forth on the pure wool blanket for a few times, feeling the softness of the soles of his feet Jiang Zuo felt like he was stepping on the back of a big goose with the itchy comfort that came from the soles of his feet when rubbing against the blanket.
Fu Shiyu went upstairs first, Jiang Zuo stepped on the living room a few times with bare feet, drank the tea in his hand, felt that it was not enough, and ran all the way to the kitchen, bent down to find something iced in the refrigerator to drink, Uncle Xu looked gossipy, and asked, "Master Jiang, how do you feel about moving bricks today?"
He didn't find any unhealthy carbonated drinks or popsicles from the refrigerator. The disappointed Jiang Zuo straightened up and put one hand on the refrigerator door, showing some nostalgia: "Although moving bricks is very tiring, the company's seafood feast is really good." Delicious……"
Jiang Zuo smacked his lips in aftertaste, "I should have asked if there were free popsicles after lunch..."
Where you can buy popsicles, you should be able to find gifts for less than four yuan. After Jiang Zuo remembered the mission, he hurriedly asked Uncle Xu if there was any place nearby where he could buy cheap ice cream popsicles.
Uncle Xu obviously misunderstood: "If Young Master Jiang wants to eat these things, just tell me. I'll buy some tomorrow and freeze them in the refrigerator."
Jiang Zuo forgot about the business in an instant, he blushed and said happily: "...then, you don't need to buy too many popsicles, seventy or eighty sticks are almost enough..."
362: ...
"Thank you Uncle Xu," Jiang Zuo grinned happily, "I'll go up first..."
When Jiang Zuo walked up the steps, Uncle Xu followed behind him, and he didn't forget to say: "... Mr. Fu really cares about Young Master Jiang..."
"Knowing that Young Master Jiang likes to step on the ground with bare feet, he specifically asked me to call someone to spread pure wool blankets on the floor of the house..."
Jiang Zuo lowered his head and looked at his little bare feet stepping on the steps without slippers. The plush soles of the feet felt soft and warm to the touch, and the smoothness of the ironing faded away from the soles of the feet. The left side of his face was flushed, he pursed his lips, stepped forward, stepped up two steps in one breath, and rushed upstairs sullenly.
After returning to the room, he heard the sound of bathing coming from the bathroom. Jiang Zuo took out the elderly phone that Uncle Xu gave him first, and tried to open the webpage to see if he could download Taobao. When the time comes, fill in the address. Secretary Yang's house will be fine.However, the elderly phone was so far behind that it didn't even have the function of surfing the Internet, Jiang Zuo tossed about for a long time, and his eyes fell on Fu Shiyu's phone on the bedside table.
Before Jiang Zuo had time to hide, Fu Shiyu came out of the bathroom after taking a bath. Jiang Zuo put away his evil intentions, picked up the towel, straightened his chest, and walked into the bathroom without looking sideways.
In the bathroom, Jiang Zuo was rubbing the shower gel on his body while thinking about how to tell the target that he would go to the company tomorrow.
362: Just say that you are going to Cengfan, the target will understand.
Jiang Zuo retorted: Nonsense!I'm not the kind of person who sees food with open eyes! !
362: You should touch your conscience.
After struggling for a long time, Jiang Zuo, who still had no idea what to say after bathing, came out of the bathroom slowly in a bathrobe.
Fu Shiyu sat leaning against the bed, the white thin blanket covering his waist and abdomen, holding a book in his hand, and reading it in the soft light of the bedside lamp.
Guessing whether the target was wearing pants under the quilt or the same as his upper body, Jiang Zuo climbed onto the bed, got in from the crook of his arms, lay on Fu Shiyu's body, and blocked the man's sight of reading with his head.
Fu Shiyu cast his eyes on the page of the book to Jiang Zuo's face, and asked, "Do you still like the carpet?"
Jiang Zuo pressed the flushed but still warm cheeks in front of him after taking a bath, and nodded slightly, "Well, it's very soft to step on."
After a while, Jiang Zuo put his head up again, flattering him: "I'll go to the company tomorrow...can I learn from Secretary Yang?"
"Oh?" Fu Shiyu put down the book in his hand, and rubbed Jiang Zuo's ear with his right hand, "What do you want to learn?"
Jiang Zuo opened his eyes and could only talk nonsense: "emmmmm, just learn how to help you share your worries, or feel the company's atmosphere and go to the grassroots level..."
Fu Shiyu closed the book and put it on the bedside table casually. With a smile in his black eyes, he looked at Jiang Zuo fixedly: "What did you say to Secretary Yang this afternoon?"
Jiang Zuo:! ! !
Did Secretary Yang betray himself? ! !
Jiang Zuo was startled, remembering that he hadn't heard the reminder of mission failure yet, he was relieved to rule out this possibility, and he calmed down a little: "I didn't say anything... I just asked Which milk tea from the milk tea shop downstairs is better..."
There seemed to be a ball of dark ink hidden in the man's eyes, filled with incomprehensible emotions, but there was nothing on his face with a faint smile. For a moment, Jiang Zuo couldn't figure out whether Fu Shiyu believed him or not. if.
Jiang Zuo had no choice but to lie on his stomach and twist around like a fool, trying to be coquettish: "...and the company's seafood feast is really delicious..."
"That depends on your performance." Fu Shiyu looked at him for a while, then moved his lips and smiled.
The man's meaning was obvious, Jiang Zuo stopped, and before he took any real action, a slight redness appeared on his cheeks, he arched upwards, stretched his neck, and pouted in front of him. There was a slight "tweet" on Fu Shiyu's thin lips.
Jiang Zuo's ears felt slightly hot, and he quickly retracted his neck. Seeing that Fu Shiyu was still looking at him with a smile, he rubbed the back of Jiang Zuo's neck with one hand, as if enjoying his initiative, his slender eyes slightly squint.
Jiang Zuo plucked up his courage again and leaned forward, stuck out his tongue and licked Fu Shiyu's chin softly.
The man leaned against the pillow behind him, but he still waited for Jiang Zuo's next step with a calm and gentle smile.
Even rowing in the car, and rowing on the bed is nothing more than a trivial matter, so comforting himself, Jiang Zuo's heart swelled, he tore off his bathrobe and threw himself on it.
……
When the incident was tender afterwards, Jiang Zuo was still trembling and hugging Fu Shiyu's back neck and panting, he heard the man caressing his sweaty back while asking in a hoarse voice: "Just now Uncle Xu said, do you want to eat popsicles?"
Jiang Zuo hastily nodded his head a few times.
"Icicles..." Fu Shiyu smiled and lowered his head to bite his earlobe, "It tastes really good."
Jiang Zuo put his face on the man's shoulder in a daze: "Do you like it? I haven't seen you eat it before..."
Hearing this, the smile on Fu Shiyu's face grew wider: "Didn't you just eat it this morning? It still tastes like milk..."
Jiang Zuo seemed to understand something: Oh, okay, this friend please stop flirting.
The next morning, Fu Shiyu took Jiang Zuo to the company, and asked the general manager who was greeting him at the door to arrange a table for Jiang Zuo.
"I still need a computer." Jiang Zuo did not forget to remind.
Thinking of Jiang Zuo playing games last time, Fu Shiyu pinched his palm as punishment, "You want to play games again?"
Jiang Zuo raised his other hand sincerely, "No, I'll send four...!"
After everything was done, Fu Shiyu grabbed Jiang Zuo by his leg, kicked him until his neck became red, and then withdrew his hand: "I have something to do today, so I can't accompany you."
Jiang Zuo was almost elated: "Really?!"
Fu Shiyu pinched Jiang Zuo's nose: "Just ask Manager Li if you need anything."
The general manager standing aside watching his nose and mind was called out, and he showed a flattering face: "Mr. Fu, don't worry, my subordinates will take good care of my wife."
I haven't seen Secretary Yang since this morning, and Jiang Zuo didn't dare to ask, and decided to wait for Fu Shiyu to leave before looking for him.
After the man left, Jiang Zuo sat in the air-conditioned room, played a few small games on the computer, and then opened the web version of Taobao, slowly entered keywords: "boyfriend", "gift", and then pressed Sort by price in ascending order to see what you can probably buy with your money.
The cheapest gift in the search results is actually 30 yuan, Jiang Zuo:! ! !Is this a robbery? ! ! !
Jiang Zuo, who was only worth four yuan, changed the keywords into: "boyfriend", "cheap", "gift".
He chose to start with the cheapest one again, and after turning a few pages, Jiang Zuo rolled the mouse wheel up a few times and returned to the top of the page.
Jiang Zuo stared at the screen, rubbed his chin and pondered: I jio got this superman sticker, it's okay...it's cheap and good-looking...the sales volume is so high, it looks very reliable...
362: "..." That means a real man will cry if he accepts it.
Since you can buy it online, why don't you borrow the account from Secretary Yang and send the gift to his home, and return the money to Secretary Yang when the time comes?
After making up his mind, Jiang Zuo opened the door and walked out without hesitation. Manager Li, who was waiting at the door, saw Jiang Zuo coming out, and hurriedly bowed and asked with a wrinkled face, "Ma'am, where are you going?" ?”
Jiang Zuo was blocked at the door, so he could only find an excuse and said, "I want to go to the toilet..."
Manager Li reminded: "Madam, there is a separate bathroom in the lounge in Mr. Fu's office, so you don't have to go out."
Jiang Zuo responded in a low voice, and returned to the room. After coming out of the bathroom, Jiang Zuo sat back on the chair and played two games of minesweeping. After a while, he came to the door and heard no movement outside the door. , Jiang Zuo opened the door a small crack, but as soon as the door was opened, he saw Manager Li still standing straight at the door with a round figure, like a giant dragon loyally guarding the treasure in the cave.
Hearing the movement, Manager Li immediately turned his head: "Madam, what do you need this time?"
"I want to drink the milk tea downstairs..." Jiang Zuo took a step outside, making up his mind to go downstairs no matter what.
"It's fine to go down, ma'am, wait a moment, I'll be back soon." Hearing that Jiang Zuo wanted to drink milk tea, Manager Li hurried to the elevator as he said that, his chubby figure was running with him under the suit His movements were trembling and trembling, and he seemed quite happy.
As soon as the elevator door closed, Jiang Zuo rushed downstairs to talk to Secretary Yang about the gift, but this time he couldn't find him after a long search, Jiang Zuo scratched his head strangely, and stopped a passing young man The employee asked, "Do you know where Secretary Yang has gone?"
"Secretary Yang?" The little employee was taken aback. Seeing that it was Jiang Zuo, he said nonchalantly, "...Secretary Yang...he is supervising the construction site next door today..."
Jiang Zuo felt that it had something to do with him, but after thinking about it carefully, he didn’t know what it was related to: ... Is this so miserable...