Seize My Boyfriend - B10 (20)

Mo Zhiyang was trapped between his arms, with his back leaning against the elevator, trying to push him away, but he couldn’t push him, so he could only bend his back and hold onto his clothes tightly with both hands, for fear of falling off.

My dear was a little suffocated before being let go.

Turning his head in a daze, good guy, a bunch of people outside were admiring him, Mo Zhiyang’s face flushed red: Damn, labor and management don’t want to lose face!

But there was no other way, so he had to bury his whole face in his chest, trying to ease the embarrassment by not wanting those people to know who he was.

The elevator opened on the 71st floor, and Xiao Xu didn’t know what was going on, so he got there first and stood outside, blocking the elevator door with one hand to let the two come out.

On the 71st floor, on the left is the management office, and on the right is Rong Yichen’s independent office. There is also one assistant, two special assistants, and Xiao Xu, the personal assistant, so there are four.

Pretty awesome? Protected by these four golden flowers.

When he walked outside his office and saw the raised faces of the special assistant desks on the left and right, Mo Zhiyang was startled: Good guy, looking at these two people every day, I can see that I am all over the country!

The two special assistants must be about forty years old. One has a little bald hair and thick lips, and the other is even more powerful, straight to the Mediterranean, and looks plain.

Mo Zhiyang was suddenly terrified: No wonder he was so easy to get hooked, he was facing these two assistants all day, it was so miserable! Thinking about it, she couldn’t help showing pitiful eyes to Rong Yichen.

“Hello, Mr. Rong.”

The two put aside their work for a while, stood up and bowed to say hello, showing no interest in the man beside him, and sat down to work again after waiting for a nodding response.

Mo Zhiyang suddenly felt that it was no wonder the two of them could sit in this position.

After entering the office, Rong Yichen asked Xiao Xu to bring some cakes and snacks, asked Mo Zhiyang to eat there, and went to work by himself.

Being ignored, Mo Zhiyang propped up his chin, held the strawberry cake in one hand, and watched him work hard, only to realize that Rong Yichen is not like other tyrants, he only picks up girls and doesn’t work. He works very hard, and sometimes , some special troubles, and even solve them in person.

Seeing that he was sleepy, he just lay down on the reception sofa and slept. When he woke up, it was already dark, and he felt a little hungry, and he couldn’t sleep enough, so he just ate the cake on the table and continued to sleep.

This whole sleep lasted until 11:30 in the evening. When I opened my eyes, I found him sitting on the single sofa over there, looking at me without saying a word.

Mo Zhiyang’s face turned red instantly, “Mr. Rong.” Sitting up quickly, the blanket on his body slipped down to his waist.

“Are you awake?” Rong Yichen was very calm, holding the wine glass in his right hand with Erlang’s legs crossed, and resting his left hand on the armrest of the sofa, he drank the rest of the liquid in the glass casually, and stood up, “Go back.” Hearing him say this

, Mo Zhiyang quickly got up, “Okay, okay!” He was afraid that if he moved too slowly, he would leave him here.

At 11:30, there was no one in the company, and a few lights were kept here and there. In the empty office building, even Xiao Xu didn’t know where to go.

The two came to the elevator and waited for the elevator to come up.

Rong Yichen stared at Mo Zhiyang’s lips without saying a word, and did not speak. When the elevator came up, the two of them entered the elevator and stood still.

Seeing the door slowly closing, Mo Zhiyang didn’t know why, but felt a sense of fascination with this elevator, it seemed, very weird.

“Want to have supper?” Rong Yichen suddenly turned his head and looked at him.

Eat supper?

This was exactly what he wanted, and Mo Zhiyang nodded quickly, “Yeah, eat hemp…” Before he could finish speaking, he was blocked in the corner of the elevator button.

This guy, doesn’t he eat Malatang, “No, Mr. Rong~ eh!”

On the one hand, the employees who were still working overtime went to the toilet, passed by the elevator room, and saw that the special elevator was on the 5th floor, and it was still going down. They thought it was someone coming, so they ignored it. When they came back, they found that they were still going up on the 42nd floor.

This was strange, so I hurriedly went to the supervisor to explain the situation.

“Mr. Rong is in that elevator. If you look at it rashly, something may happen. You should go to the monitoring room.” The supervisor is a man in his early thirties.

He brought a few employees who wanted to witness the supernatural event to the monitoring room, and the elevator over there was easily overlooked. Hearing this situation, the security guard had no choice but to call up the surveillance video to see what happened.

“My God!”

The security guard exclaimed, even the few employees who came to see the fun were startled.

In the elevator, you can only see Mr. Rong’s back, facing the camera, with his left hand propped on the corner wall of the elevator, and his right hand pressing something.

Looking at the ground again, there are two extra knees in the middle of Mr. Rong’s leather shoes. Someone should be kneeling in the corner, with both hands still firmly grasping the suit fabric around Mr. Rong’s waist.

“Hiss~ Boss, it’s amazing!”

Everyone was an adult, so they knew what was going on at a glance, but being so blatant in the company really made people blush.

The supervisor blushed and drove the people out, “Let’s go, hurry home after working overtime, don’t say a word about today’s affairs, understand?” “I know, I know.” Everyone knows that my

boss not to be trifled.

“Ahem~”

Finally swallowed the supper, Mo Zhiyang was able to breathe, leaning his back against the elevator wall to calm his mind, unconsciously wiped off the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, “Mr. Rong.” His voice was hoarse, as if he had just

swallowed What a big deal.

“Hmm.” Rong Yichen had this idea when he saw him sleeping just now, he was sleeping peacefully, breathing with his lips slightly open, he looked very good.

This damned old pervert, Mo Zhiyang grabbed his clothes and stood up, “Mr. Rong, you~” He was so ashamed that he couldn’t speak the rest of the sentence.

Rong Yichen didn’t answer, but hugged him into his arms, grabbed his hand on the zipper, and put it close to his ear, “Clean it up.” His voice was low and seductive.

It made Mo Zhiyang’s mind messed up, and he leaned into his arms, stretched out his hands, and actually pulled up his underwear, zipped up the zipper, and fastened his belt, and waited until all this was done.

Suddenly realized that something was wrong: Why did he make waves and asked me to clean the battlefield? This is not right.

She glared at him angrily, wanting to bite him.

But the stare with red eyes was completely harmless, Rong Yichen waited for the elevator to stop on the first floor, opened it, and then led him back.

Xiao Xu didn’t know how long he had been waiting for the car outside, and without a single complaint, he immediately arranged for the driver to drive the car back after Mr. Rong got in the car.

After he went back, Mo Zhiyang saw that he still had something to do, so he let him take a bath first, and then washed himself after he went to the study.

That old color batch prepared all the ladies’ sexy nightdresses, who the hell wanted to wear them, took out his shirt and put them on.

Get under the quilt to sleep, take out your mobile phone before going to sleep, see a series of messages from Guozi, roughly sum it up: Is Mr. Rong a jerk? Is the technology good? Can you show me?

Mo Zhiyang rolled his eyes at him, and replied: What the hell, I want to show you, but do you dare to look at Mr. Rong?

Sure enough, I was still scared, Guozi looked at the message: No need, enjoy yourself, by the way, let me tell you, in the g bar, someone posted a photo of your profile and called you a bitch.

The so-called g bar is a small forum, a niche one, even to register an account, you must have the invitation code of the old member, make sure you are also in this circle.

It’s all 0s or 1s, creating posts and making friends, everything.

Mo Zhiyang clicked on the screenshot sent by Guozi, and couldn’t help shaking his head, “This scolding, why is it so substandard, but anyone who has received nine-year compulsory education can’t just scold a bitch.” It seems that

, It is to teach them what it means to swear.

“System, you create this account for me, I want to fight against the Confucian scholars!” Mo Zhiyang rolled up his sleeves, even driving away his drowsiness.

The system moved extremely quickly, “Come on!” In less than half a minute, the account number and login link were obtained.

Mo Zhiyang clicked to log in, and started a solo hug on the cursing post:

No way, no way, the host is not even as good as a bitch? Otherwise, why can’t we get Mr. Rong?

It is recommended to sign up for an annual membership in the Brain Department, otherwise your disability will not be cured.

In the end, the host replied: I don’t want to talk to idiots.

Mo Zhiyang replied directly: But I think so!

He was so angry that the original poster’s account showed logout after half a minute, and Mo Zhiyang went offline contentedly, “That’s it? Really, it’s too rubbish.” There were

footsteps outside the door, and he covered his head and suddenly realized that if you haven’t slept yet He will definitely be sent a message, and immediately put the phone on the bedside table, close his eyes and pretend to be asleep.

When Rong Yichen came back from dealing with the matter at hand, he saw that the person had fallen asleep, so he walked over and climbed into bed, hugged him in his arms and followed suit to rest.

Xiao Xu stared at the printer, and printed out the method of tidying up and tying a tie, to teach that canary a lesson, it’s really ugly, ah, it’s not that Mr. Rong is ugly, it’s that the tie is ugly.

When Mo Zhiyang woke up, he was still sleeping, thinking about his hard work overtime yesterday, he took the initiative to get up to cook him breakfast, and stirred the shredded chicken porridge in the pot, “Oh my god, where can I find such a gentle, considerate and kind Jin Jin?” Where’s the canary?”

“Host, please pick up the things on the ground.” The system couldn’t help but speak.

When he lowered his head, there was nothing there, Mo Zhiyang was surprised, “What?”

“You lost face, did you not want it?” Last night, the system learned a lot.

Mo Zhiyang frowned, “What’s the matter with you? There’s something wrong with you.” Just as he was about to do something, he noticed footsteps behind him, pretending he didn’t notice anything, and continued to cook porridge with his head down.

Woke up and found that no one was there, Rong Yichen put on his nightgown and got up, when he went out, he could smell the aroma of porridge coming from the first floor, so he walked down lightly.

Sure enough, I saw him making breakfast, stood on the stairs watching for a while before walking over, hugging his waist from behind, “What are you doing?”

Mo Zhiyang: “Chicken porridge.”

Just hugging like this, waiting until The porridge was almost ready, Rong Yichen suddenly asked, “Do you know?”