To be on the safe side, Yan Mofei decided not to go out to eat and sent Lao Song and Yang Xiaoli out to pack up the food and eat it at the hotel.

Yan Mofei soaked himself in the bathtub and scrubbed his hands carefully. He felt that this hand was no longer worth keeping. If he didn't wash it a few more times, he was afraid that he would really chop it off.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Yang Xiaoli was packing up her things when she walked over and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Lu Zeyang. I'm here to bring you some food."

Yang Xiaoli looked at the boss who was still in the bathroom and opened the door a crack.

She poked her little head through the crack in the door and said with a giggle, "No need, we've already finished eating."

After saying that, he burped.

Lu Zeyang acted as if he hadn't heard what he said. "Look, you're burping from hunger. Let me in. I ordered this especially for you and asked the boss to pack it up while it's still hot."

Yang Xiaoli was a little confused because the boss didn't say whether anyone was allowed in or not.

"Or, I'll go ask my boss."

Why did Old Song choose to throw away the garbage at this time?

Seeing that Yang Xiaoli was about to close the door again, Lu Zeyang directly used his foot to block the gap in the door and tried to squeeze in.

This won’t do!

Yang Xiaoli immediately pushed the door open with all her might, determined not to let Lu Zeyang in. Her strength was beyond the reach of these young men. She had the strength to carry a whole bag of watermelons by herself and still smile.

After this push, Lu Zeyang's face immediately turned pale, and he felt that his feet were about to be crushed by the door.

The soles of the sports shoes on my feet were squeezed and deformed.

"The boss didn't tell you to come in. You can't come in. Get out now."

Lu Zeyang screamed, "Let go, let go!"

Yang Xiaoli: "Do you think I'm stupid? If I let go, you'll squeeze in. Get out now!"

Lu Zeyang continued to howl in pain. He was holding food in his hand, and if he wasn't careful, it would spill. "How am I supposed to get out if you don't let go?"

The two of them engaged in a tug-of-war, going back and forth until Yan Mofei came out wearing a bathrobe and drying his hair.

Yang Xiaoli's eyes lit up instantly, and her eyes shone at the slightly open bathrobe.

The strength in her hands unconsciously loosened, she turned around and stood obediently, staring at the faintly exposed abdominal muscles, while unconsciously preparing to take out her cell phone.

Today's boss is so good, so tempting.

The door finally opened, and Lu Zeyang quickly pulled his foot back. It hurt so much that he just wanted to squat down and rub it.

But it was more important to find Yan Mofei. That voice and that appearance were exactly what he liked.

He reached out his hand to the crack of the door, ready to open it and say hello to Yan Mofei.

Yang Xiaoli quickly took a step forward, took out his cell phone and kept clicking pictures, while pushing himself against the door, preparing to close it.

How could other men see my boss's body? They would feel inferior.

Yang Xiaoli's collision just happened to get Lu Zeyang's hand stuck in the crack of the door, and a pig-slaughtering scream was heard outside.

Yang Xiaoli turned his head and saw that the five fingers were broken straight apart. They turned from white to red and then slowly to purple.

"Hiss!" Why doesn't this guy understand what people say? He told him not to break in but insisted on breaking in.

She quickly stepped back, looking at Yan Mofei somewhat embarrassedly, while quickly snapping a few photos.

"Boss, I didn't mean it."

Yang Xiaoli pouted and stepped aside. At this time, Old Song came back and opened the door.

Seeing that the door that had cost him twice, nearly losing his hands and feet, was easily opened by the driver in front of him, Lu Zeyang expressed his extreme dissatisfaction.

When the door was opened, Lu Zeyang outside was exposed.

His eyes met Yan Mofei's.

Yan Mofei felt goosebumps all of a sudden, and bad memories kept attacking his nerves.

Well, I washed my hands in vain.

"Xiaoli, close the door!"

"I'm here to bring us food!" Lu Zeyang struggled to hold up the food in his hand. He could hardly hold it anymore after holding it for so long.

Yan Mofei spoke again in a firm tone, "Xiaoli, close the door."

But this time Lu Zeyang was even faster than Yang Xiaoli. He took a few quick steps forward and squeezed in. Then, because of the pain in his feet, he knelt down in front of Yan Mofei.

In an instant, the four people in the room had question marks hanging in their heads.

What does this mean?

In order to get Yan Mofei to eat the food he packed, he even knelt down?

"We've already eaten, you can keep these for yourself."

Yan Mofei took two steps back. He didn't dare get close to this thing anymore, for fear that it would attack him if he disagreed with it.

"I, I've got them all. Please help me take them first."

Old Song came over silently, took the things away silently, and then thought silently about what to do with it.

Could it be that he has to go downstairs again to throw away the garbage?

After thinking about it, he decided to stand aside silently and wait and see what would happen.

Lu Zeyang raised his head. His voice had recovered, carrying his unique charm. "My hands and feet were pinched by your assistant with the door. Can you help me apply some medicine?"

I thought Yang Xiaoli's behavior was too much just now, but now I just want to applaud him. It's so good.

His excuse was so good that it would be natural for him to get close to Yan Mofei.

"Okay." Yan Mofei nodded.

Ten minutes later, Old Song, speechless, dissolved the ointment he brought from the hotel in his hands, and then rubbed it vigorously on Lu Zeyang's hands and feet.

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