Chapter 35: The World of the Rich 6 Boss, do you like this taste...
[Host, are you being so ambiguous with the villain because he looks like Alex?]
After Chu Sicheng hung up the phone, the system couldn't help but ask curiously.
Chu Sicheng raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, "Why do you say that?"
[Because...] The system couldn't really explain it. It just felt that its host's attitudes towards Li Yanze and Shen Ci were too different. In addition, Shen Ci and Alex did have similar eyebrows and eyes, so naturally it came up with the idea of a substitute, which is common among scumbag bosses.
Although the system thought so, it did not dare to tell Chu Sicheng directly, so after saying "because" for a long time, it only said one sentence,
[I just feel like the host seems quite close to Shen Ci.]
"Who else should I be close to?"
Chu Sicheng asked calmly,
"Is it the family members who suck the protagonist's blood, or the fatherly Li Yanze, or the bug who is always trying to find fault with the protagonist?"
Chu Sicheng wants to ask, in this world, is there anyone who is truly good to the protagonist and worthy of his closeness?
Compared to those people, isn't Shen Ci doing well enough?
On the first night, after recognizing his identity, she did not hand him over to Li Yanze, but also thoughtfully gave up the presidential suite to give him a temporary shelter.
After that, he was even more ruthless and didn't say much. He donated one million yuan to the hospital to solve Song's mother's medical problems.
Seeing Song Le'an's broken mobile phone that was about to explode, he directly sent him a customized one and renewed the room fee.
Even if he did these things for a purpose, at least he actually did something, unlike that wheelchair-bound boss who threatens as soon as he opens his mouth and suppresses as soon as he closes his mouth.
Li Yanze and Song Le'an have been together for three years. Chu Sicheng doesn't believe that he has never noticed Song Le'an's broken cell phone in these three years.
So he just doesn't care, he doesn't care what clothes Song Le'an wears or what phone he has. He just wants the other party to appear when he needs him and provide him with enough emotional value. In essence, he is no different from the Song family who only need Song Le'an to give him money.
After all, we are just interacting with each other for mutual benefit.
In Chu Sicheng's view, this is just a job. Who would be nice to the boss at work? Moreover, he has already submitted his resignation, so he is too lazy to pay attention to the other party.
After hearing what Chu Sicheng said, the system seemed to understand a little, but also seemed to understand nothing.
So the host doesn't care that the villain looks like Alex, it's just because what he does is more satisfying?
“…”
With a slight movement of his fingertips, Chu Sicheng put away the ointment in front of him and threw it into the black bag next to him. Then he leaned back on the big bed, looking at the crystal chandelier that reflected colorful light in the sunlight, and said softly,
"Whatever you think is what it is."
Chu Sicheng doesn't like to reveal too much of his thoughts to others, especially about himself.
Besides, he really doesn't care much about his appearance.
After all, in this small world alone, there will not be just one pair of people who look alike, let alone thousands and millions of small worlds, where there will be even more people who look alike.
So for Chu Sicheng, appearance is indeed not very important. What he values more is the soul hidden beneath the appearance.
He was actually a little curious about why the other party appeared in this world.
Could it be that he was the same task leader as him, and they just happened to meet twice?
Or are they simply trapped in these small worlds and acting as fixed villain NPCs?
Or if you think about it more narcissistically, could it be that she followed him here?
Chu Sicheng blinked and suddenly had the urge to enter the next mission world directly.
It’s a pity that the Administration did not provide the taskers with a button to skip the task. If he wants to enter the next task world, he can only complete the task at hand honestly.
Chu Sicheng swiped across the task panel, looked at the pitiful 20% halo progress bar, and immediately retracted his fantasy, returned to reality and started fiddling with his phone.
[Host, what are you doing?] Seeing his serious face, the system asked curiously.
"Speed up the task,"
Chu Sicheng said without even looking up: "It's mainly to urge our partners."
The partner Chu Sicheng mentioned was naturally Shen Ci.
In the call just now, facing the boy's last extremely ambiguous invitation, Shen Ci did not give a specific answer, but only said vaguely,
"It depends on how much work I have today."
He still didn't want to be too passive in this tug-of-war, so he gave the boy an answer that required him to wait.
He may or may not go.
In this way, the person who is constantly affected by the emotions becomes the boy staying in the hotel, rather than the one who needs to wait for the phone call.
only……
He had read the document in his hand over and over again several times, but Shen Ci still couldn't analyze the data on it clearly. The simple percentage points always turned into time numbers in the lower right corner of the computer when he was about to get serious.
Three fifty-nine.
There is still one hour and one minute until the end of the shift.
Shen Ci thought that his previous decision to cancel his vacation might have been a mistake, as his recent work efficiency was indeed a bit too low.
Therefore, even for work, he must take a good rest for two days.
The gold-rimmed glasses were removed again, and Shen Ci reached out to pick up the phone next to him.
He wanted to find a new place to relax and rest, but he didn't expect that when he just picked up the phone, a message reminder popped up at the top of the screen.
The special mark is: Song.
The fingertip that was about to click on the reservation software paused slightly, and then as if attracted by something, it clicked directly on the prompt.
He thought the boy was upset about his previous ambiguous answer, so he sent a message to ask for his exact answer.
Otherwise, you can take the initiative as before, continue to recommend yourself, and ask him to come over.
Or perhaps it's a prayer that changes appearance...
In the few seconds of clicking the message, Shen Ci guessed many kinds of messages that the boy would send him.
But he still guessed wrong.
He thought the boy would at least ask him whether he could make it tonight, but in the end, the other party never mentioned the matter again.
Chu Sicheng didn't even send a single word, he just took a photo and sent it.
It was a picture of him holding the ointment.
The photo was actually taken very casually, and the lens didn't even focus on the hand, but instead captured the crystal chandelier on the ceiling very clearly.
But in this case, the blurry hand is even more curious.
Fair skin, slender fingers, slightly pink joints that can still be seen under the blurry lens, and the silver hose that is impossible to ignore, which is tightly holding the boy's fingertips.
One stick a day, that's five sticks in five days.
The man unconsciously tightened his grip on the screen.
At this moment, with a "ding dong" sound, the boy sent another message.
Still no mention of whether he wanted to go or not, it seemed as if he was simply answering the question about the photo above.
[The housekeeper said that the boss specially asked them to prepare this.]
【Guess what this smells like? 】
I just opened it and smelled it; it smells like orange.
One after another, Chu Sicheng completely ignored Shen Ci's life or death, and just kept commenting on the ointment in the photo.
He seemed to have forgotten that he had boldly invited Shen Ci to come over, like a simple and ignorant student, full of ambiguous curiosity about the ointment in his hand.
So strange.
In these messages, the boy clearly didn't mention using ointment at all, but Shen Ci felt that the smooth touch with citrus scent had already fallen on his fingertips...
Biting his lower lip lightly, Shen Ci moved his fingers, but still couldn't help but participated in the boy's one-man show.
You're fishing for me.
Not a question.
Instead, she stated it very directly, telling the boy simply and clearly that she already knew the little thoughts he had hidden behind the message.
Chu Sicheng looked at the four words the man replied, and there was no embarrassment on his face after being exposed. Instead, he smiled softly, and his voice sounded very happy.
【Yes. 】
He replied, "So you took the bait?"
The words are profound and straightforward.
Chu Sicheng is more straightforward than him.
Through the screen, Shen Ci seemed to see the boy standing naked in front of him, with a bright smile on his pretty face, which was full of teasing malice. Even the devil's tail behind him was shaking without any concealment, as if he was sure that even if he saw his ugly appearance, he would not choose to leave.
The boy seemed to have him in his arms.
In the business world, this phenomenon is not a good sign for a businessman.
At this point in the relationship, it seemed a little dangerous for him.
Shen Ci thought so, but his body still moved away from the office chair that symbolized work.
It's 4:06 now.
There are still fifty-four minutes until the end of the shift.
But Shen Ci still decided to give himself a short vacation.
So, are you hooked?
The black car was driving fast on the road. Shen Ci was playing with his silent mobile phone, and an interest that was not common for him gradually rose in his dark eyes.
Perhaps it was because he had received too many surprises from boys, which made him want to guess what the other party would do next.
What is the other party doing in the hotel at this time?
Should I just lie in bed and wait for him to come?
Or should I turn on a movie to kill time while waiting for him?
What would a guy wear to open the door for him?
What deliberate lines will you say when you see him?
Will you still flirt with him like you do now?
This kind of completely uncertain problem has not been encountered by Shen Ci for a long time. His life has been too smooth, even to the point of being a little boring, so that when he encountered the variable Chu Sicheng, he was unconsciously attracted to him.
The red number above the elevator slowly rose from the beginning, and Shen Ci's heartbeat also became faster and faster.
Until finally, the silver-white elevator doors slowly opened to both sides.
Then, in Shen Ci's stunned gaze, the boy waiting at the elevator door gave him an extremely dazzling smile.
He didn't hold any ointment in his hand, but Shen Ci still seemed to smell the faint scent of orange.
Is it his illusion?
Shen Ci thought so, but then his guess was broken by the boy again.
The tie on his chest was gently pulled by slender fingers. Following Chu Sicheng's movements, Shen Ci raised his head involuntarily, and then the next second, he felt a soft touch on his lips.
Orange flavor.
There was a hint of sweetness in my subconsciously opened mouth.
Shen Ci heard the boy say: "Boss, do you like this taste?"
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