Chapter 11 Chapter 11 A Must-Have for Dominant Bosses: Stomach Problems
Seeing him motionless, Jiang Yuxia's eyes instantly showed a trace of water, and he looked very hurt. He hugged the quilt and sat up, "Did I do something wrong? Or... is he coming back?"
This was the first time that Canary Jiang Yuxia and Zhou Boye talked about this "him".
Jiang Yuxia: "You're afraid he'll be angry because of my presence, right?"
Zhou Boye pondered for a moment and thought that this was not a bad idea, but he was not afraid that he would be angry, but that he was afraid that he would kill him.
Seeing Zhou Boye didn't answer, Jiang Yuxia buried his face deeper into the quilt, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here. You must have a lot of memories here, and I destroyed them after I came here."
"I know it, but I still crave that tenderness. Don't worry, if Youyou really comes back, I will definitely give way. I am just a friend of yours who is of no importance."
These words, which made one's teeth ache, came out of Jiang Yuxia's mouth, making Zhou Boye feel a sense of disconnection. The vein on his forehead jumped. Listening to the words of the humble bottom again and again, he said calmly: "Bank card number, I'll transfer the money to you."
The man muffled under the quilt suddenly stopped talking. He slowly raised his head and looked at Zhou Boye with his eyes. There was no trace of sadness in those eyes. "Really?"
Zhou Boye gritted his teeth. This little liar actually thought that he was sad for him for a few seconds.
Jiang Yuxia blinked, and when she saw the balance on her mobile banking account had increased by one digit, her eyes lit up.
But at the same time, he also felt a sense of crisis. He originally wanted to use his body to keep him. After all, the more they did it, the more they loved each other. This kind of thing was not uncommon, and this was also a reflection of his business as a canary.
But now he wouldn't even touch himself, because he couldn't keep anyone with a face that looked like his first love.
Is his body not soft enough? That shouldn't be the case. His body is the softest.
But he remembered that his whole body smelled of milk before, and others said that he smelled soft and sticky.
He sniffed and now he seemed to not smell much, replaced by a faint smell of medicine. Some time ago, he saw an old Chinese doctor who prescribed a lot of Chinese medicine. During this period of time, he felt like he was immersed in Chinese medicine.
He has to drink it. After all, "obedience" is the basic quality of a canary, and he is a professional canary substitute.
He pondered for a moment, having no choice but to seduce. He pulled the quilt down a little, revealing his slender neck, changed to an angle that he thought looked better, and slowly looked at Zhou Boye again.
Zhou Boye glanced at him and said, "Don't look at me. There's a limit today, so I can't transfer anymore."
Jiang Yuxia: "..." This straight guy.
…
The next morning, Jiang Yuxia walked up to Uncle Zheng with a crutch and said, "Uncle Zheng, I want to change the bottle of shower gel."
Uncle Zheng nodded without asking why: "Okay, Master Jiang, do you have any specific requests?"
Jiang Yuxia: "I want something with a milky flavor, the milkier the better."
Although Uncle Zheng was puzzled, he agreed unconditionally based on the principle of the host being supreme. "Okay, I'll have someone buy a bottle of every brand with a milky scent. You can choose which one you want then."
He even suggested a more suitable idea, "Or, I'll have someone send fresh milk over, and you can take a bath directly with the milk."
Jiang Yuxia: “…” Evil capitalists.
But he just wanted to get the smell of milk back on his body. Taking a bath with milk is certainly the most direct way, but you have to rinse it off afterward, and the smell won't stay. So he shook his head decisively, "No, shower gel is enough."
Uncle Zheng nodded, "Okay, Master Jiang, you can come down and choose shower gel in about two hours."
"Thank you, Uncle Zheng."
In the evening, Jiang Yuxia took a shower in advance with the shower gel he chose.
When Zhou Boye returned home from the company, he immediately walked up to him and said, "Boss Zhou, you're back."
"Yeah." Zhou Boye was surprised by his enthusiasm.
Jiang Yuxia was leaning on a crutch and stumbled backwards. Zhou Boye hurriedly supported him.
"Oh, sorry. I lost my balance. Thank you."
Zhou Boye frowned and looked at the ground. The carpet was carved and a bit uneven. It might be inconvenient for Jiang Yuxia to walk on it. He would ask Uncle Zheng to replace it tomorrow.
"Don't move, I'll carry you to sit on the sofa."
"thank you."
Jiang Yuxia's eyes turned slightly, she put her arms around his neck and snuggled in his arms.
Look, I can’t help it.
Haha, little guy.
I can't control you anymore, just surrender to the milky shower gel.
I thought that was it, Zhou Boye had to come over anyway. Not to mention pressing me on the sofa and kissing me hard, he could always carry me to the bed.
Unexpectedly, he just put the person on the sofa and went to wash his hands and get food, and also brought a bowl for Jiang Yuxia.
Jiang Yuxia: "..."
Is he a Liuxia Hui?
Jiang Yuxia deliberately smelled the scent on his body, which was full of milk fragrance.
He was silent, wondering what went wrong.
Uncle Zheng stood aside, taking in all of Jiang Yuxia's little movements. Seeing Zhou Boye still helping to pick out fish bones, he spoke up himself: "The house smells very rich of milk today."
Although he doesn't quite understand how young people play nowadays.
Zhou Boye looked up, "Hmm?"
He suddenly warned Jiang Yuxia, "Did you drink the milk secretly? You are allergic to milk and can't drink it."
He was afraid that Jiang Yuxia would forget about it after falling.
Jiang Yuxia: "..."
The milky flavor plan was declared a failure.
The next day, Jiang and Xia launched their second operational plan.
If you want to capture a man's heart, you must capture his stomach.
After Zhou Boye went to the company, Jiang Yuxia prepared the ingredients. He was finally going to make the "stomach-nourishing" soup he had been longing for.
In the kitchen, he held a knife to a processed three-yellow chicken. Uncle Zheng stood by and watched, saying seriously, "Mr. Jiang, please put down the knife. It's very dangerous."
Jiang Yuxia: "I want to make some soup."
Uncle Zheng thought about his achievements in previous years and said seriously, "You don't know how to make soup."
Jiang Yuxia: "How is that possible? Mr. Zhou loves the stomach-nourishing soup I make. He once praised it as the best soup he's ever had."
Uncle Zheng thought for a moment and said with certainty, "You might be dreaming."
Jiang Yuxia: "..."
He must be afraid that I will take Youyou's place and doesn't want me to cook soup. However, Youyou hasn't come back yet, and he will leave by himself when he comes back.
Jiang Yuxia lowered his eyes. Uncle Zheng's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't stand it anymore. He immediately said, "Mr. Jiang, please. If you don't know how to do it, you can learn. I'll help you from the side."
Jiang Yuxia's eyes curved, "Is it really possible?"
Uncle Zheng, who was always meticulous, had a kind look in his eyes. "Of course."
After the soup was ready, Uncle Zheng thoughtfully prepared a thermos box. "Mr. Jiang, the car is waiting outside. You can go and deliver the meal to him."
Jiang Yuxia was stunned: "Can I go to the company? Mr. Zhou usually doesn't let me visit him in front of outsiders. He doesn't want people to know about our relationship. He doesn't like it."
Uncle Zheng pursed his lips, a hint of disapproval flashing in his eyes. Mr. Zhou turned out to be such a person.
"You can go. I've already told the assistant, and he'll pick you up in the lobby."
The assistant knew that Zhou Boye must have agreed. Does this mean that his Canary Project still has a chance to continue?
Jiang Yuxia pursed her lips and smiled, "Thank you, Uncle Zheng."
Uncle Zheng's expression softened again, "Be careful on the road."
company.
Zhou Boye's assistant Wei Zhuo stood in the lobby at the entrance, glancing outside from time to time.
Seeing him like this, the receptionist smiled and said, "Assistant Wei, which distinguished guest is coming? You have to guard here in person."
Wei Zhuo said mysteriously, "What distinguished guest? He's one of our own family. Alas, you don't understand."
The lady at the front desk: “…”
The moment Jiang Yuxia stepped into the company, Wei Zhuo rushed over like an arrow from a bow and took the thermal box from him. "Mr. Jiang, let me do it."
Jiang Yuxia was stunned when she saw Wei Zhuo's nervous look.
Both of them were nervous.
Wei Zhuo’s inner thoughts: President Zhou specifically told me that Jiang Yuxia’s leg was injured, so I have to be extra careful. If he stumbles even a little, he’ll lose his bonus.
Jiang Yuxia’s inner thoughts: Zhou Boye must have told him to stay away from people, otherwise he would have a hard time explaining when Youyou comes back. I should have not come to the company. If he gets angry and doesn’t transfer the money, it would be a waste of time.
They were both thinking about their own things and smiled at each other in a friendly manner.
Wei Zhuo: "Boss Zhou has a very important meeting and can't leave, so I have to pick you up and take you to his office."
Jiang Yuxia nodded. It was the same rhetoric. He was definitely not in a meeting now, he just couldn't show up.
Zhou Boye frowned slightly during the important meeting, feeling as if someone was scolding him.
Wei Zhuo: "How about I push a wheelchair for you? You won't be so tired. What do you think?"
Jiang Yuxia lowered his eyes and glanced at his own outfit. He was dressed very fashionably today, looking like a peacock-like male celebrity going out on the street. However, there was one drawback: the fabric wrinkled very easily. Even though he was very careful when riding in the car, some wrinkles still appeared. He absolutely could not sit in the wheelchair.
So Hua Kongquejiang and Xia Ran resolutely rejected the proposal, and moved to the elevator little by little with a crutch.
Everyone looked at him curiously wherever he went, until they saw him getting on the president's special elevator, and the company was suddenly in an uproar.
The lady at the front desk watched them leave with a smile. The moment the elevator door closed, she picked up her phone and sure enough, messages were flying all over the place.
[A handsome young man has arrived at the company! He's so handsome he almost made me faint.]
Where are the photos? Where are the photos?
[I saw it too! It looks so familiar! I feel like I've seen it somewhere before.]
[I didn't dare take any photos. Assistant Wei was with him, and he was even using the CEO's special elevator. He must be someone's young master.]
At this time, the receptionist began typing: [Weizhu said "family", so you can understand it yourself.]
Then, ignoring the crazy messages in the group, he put down his phone and hid his achievements and fame.
After Jiang Yuxia arrived at Zhou Boye's office, Wei Zhuo thoughtfully prepared tea and some snacks, including tablets and other electronic products to pass the time.
After finishing everything, Wei Zhuo returned to the conference room, walked behind Zhou Boye and whispered something.
Afterwards, the staff in the conference room saw that Zhou Boye, who had just been cursing, had relaxed his expression. They were all curious about what Wei Zhu had said.
When Zhou Boye returned to the office after the meeting, he saw Jiang Yuxia leaning on the sofa, his posture too presumptuous and without any image. But when he saw a flash of panic in his eyes, he quickly straightened up, sat up straight, and even took the initiative to question him, "Why didn't you knock on the door?"
Zhou Boye paused and said with a smile, "My fault."
Jiang Yuxia was satisfied that he had no other reaction, so she opened the thermal box and looked at Zhou Boye with interest.
Zhou Boye had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the next moment Jiang Yuxia said, "Boss Zhou, I made some soup for you. Come and try it. It's very good for your stomach."
Zhou Boye: “…”
When Jiang Yuxia was in the hospital, he drank stomach-nourishing soup every three times. He specially checked on the Internet and found out that stomach problems are a must for a domineering boss. Now he is that domineering boss.
Good cooking skills are also a necessary skill for most stand-ins. The soups they make are unmatched even by star chefs. They are so delicious that they will make your tongue drop without adding MSG. They are a warm feeling, the taste of home, and the taste that the boss can recall for whole nights.
Zhou Boye lowered his eyes and looked at the soup which was full of foam and had more meat than soup, and fell silent.
Jiang Yuxia didn't notice at all and served a bowl to Zhou Boye. "Please try it and see if it still tastes the same as before."
Zhou Boye tightened his grip. Has Jiang Yuxia woken up?
This must be his way of silencing him.
After returning from the company, Zhou Boye gave Uncle Zheng a strict order, resolutely not to let Jiang Yuxia get close to the kitchen.
Uncle Zheng said with some shame, "Sorry sir, I tried my best."
As the days passed, Jiang Yuxia discovered that every time he looked for Zhou Boye, Zhou Boye would transfer some money to him. As the balance on his card grew, he saw that Zhou Boye never slept with him again.
He really doesn't understand the thoughts of rich people.
The fracture on his leg has almost healed, and he no longer uses crutches. However, he subconsciously walks more gently and is afraid to use force, which results in a somewhat strange walking posture.
The weather was not very good that day, and it was raining.
After getting up, Jiang Yuxia walked to the window and looked out. His room was in a good location, with a garden below. It was April, the time when late spring and early summer overlapped. Below were large patches of blooming roses, and the fiery red color seemed to want to burn everything.
He likes it very much, so the first thing he does when he wakes up every day is to stand here and daydream for a while.
But today there was one more person among the roses. Zhou Boye was sitting on a chair. For some reason, he was only wearing a white shirt, and there were some raindrops on his inky hair. He sat there quietly, looking at the flowers blooming in the garden.
The red, white and ink colors intertwined together create a very special picture.
Jiang Yuxia frowned. He opened the calendar and saw April 16th. His heart suddenly skipped a beat, but he didn't know why.
When he looked down again, Zhou Boye had disappeared.
After going downstairs, Uncle Zheng told him that Zhou Boye went to work.
Jiang Yuxia nodded without saying anything.
Around noon, Uncle Zheng suddenly called Zhou Boye, his tone somewhat anxious: "Sir, Mr. Jiang is missing."
Zhou Boye immediately got up and tried to call Jiang Yuxia on his way back, but no one answered. The sky grew darker and darker, and dark clouds seemed to weigh down Zhou Boye's heart.
In an instant, heavy rain poured down. The sound of rain hitting the glass windows made Zhou Boye more and more irritated. He thought of the blood clot in Jiang Yuxia's brain that was like a time bomb, and his leg that had just recovered. His eyes were filled with frightening hostility.
After returning to the old house, Uncle Zheng said that he just went to take care of the garden. When he came back, he wanted to call Jiang Yuxia to dinner but there was no one in the room. So he checked the surveillance and found that Jiang Yuxia was walking down the mountain. He had already asked people to look for her along the road.
Zhou Boye: "I understand."
After saying that, he went out again. Uncle Zheng looked at Zhou Boye's back with a complicated expression. It was today again, more than ten years ago, and his mother also left on this day.
Zhou Boye initially drove around along the road down the mountain, but when he didn't find anyone, he simply got out of the car to look for him.
It’s raining so hard, Jiang Yuxia should find a place to hide.
Where can I hide from the rain?
Where to hide from the rain...
Zhou Boye quickly went through every inch of the place in his mind, and until he thought of a place, he quickly ran there.
When he ran to a small tree hole, he stopped suddenly.
Jiang Yuxia just sat in the tree hole, staring at him blankly with her dark eyes.
Zhou Boye's heart instantly relaxed, and he moved his lips, "Jiang Yuxia."
There was no blame or anger, his tone was normal but also a little relieved: "You scared me to death."
Obviously, they didn't expect him to appear here. Looking at Zhou Boye's black hair soaked by the rain, Jiang Yuxia felt that she might have caused him trouble.
Then he began to explain frantically, "I went down the mountain to buy something, but I couldn't walk fast enough and forgot to bring my umbrella and phone, so I found a place to shelter from the rain."
Like a child who had done something wrong, he kept explaining and finally said softly, "I'm sorry."
He didn't dare to look up at Zhou Boye, only to hear Zhou Boye say, "Well, it's right to find a place to shelter from the rain, but why didn't you tell Uncle Zheng in advance so he could take you there."
Jiang Yuxia's eyes flashed, but he didn't realize it. When he realized it, he was already halfway there. As if possessed by some inexplicable thing, he wanted to buy that thing.
It was like someone was shouting in his head.
Seeing that Jiang Yuxia didn't say anything, Zhou Boye squatted down and spoke in a softer tone, "Let me see, what did you buy?"
Jiang Yuxia carefully took out a paper bag from her bosom and handed it to Zhou Boye: "This is for you."
Zhou Boye took the paper package that still retained the warmth of his body, opened it and found sesame balls inside. His pupils suddenly shrank.
It is a snack from Nan'an, made with taro and sweet potato. It is soft and sticky, and coated with a layer of sesame seeds.
He and Jiang Yuxia had known each other for a long time, even before his mother passed away and could still cook all kinds of delicious food for him. This was his favorite among them, and he once specially brought it to Jiang Yuxia to eat.
Later, his mother passed away, and for a long time he didn't dare touch these foods. Like a self-protection mechanism of the human body, he deliberately eliminated anything that would remind him of his mother.
He thought he was living a normal life, but in reality it was a mess.
Jiang Yuxia was the first person to discover all this. At the beginning, he was cautious and did not dare to mention anything related to his mother. Later, he realized that it was not possible, so he began to mention his mother crazily, telling all kinds of interesting stories. Sometimes he mentioned her too much, as if she was really still alive.
Every day he eats all kinds of food his mother used to make, and sesame balls are the one he eats the most. After eating them, he can even comment on them: "This is not as good as my mom's. It's too sweet."
He still hasn't forgotten Jiang Yuxia's expression at that time, but he still can't figure out whether they were happy or sad. Anyway, their eyes were extremely red.
That time, the two of them ate a bag of sesame balls with red eyes.
The raindrops hit the leaves, making a rustling sound.
In fact, a long time has passed, so long that he has forgotten the violent trembling pain, which has turned into a long thorn stuck there, and he cannot remove it for the rest of his life.
Jiang Yuxia added softly, "I remember you don't like sweet things, so I tried it on purpose."
Zhou Boye's breathing stagnated slightly, and then he heard Jiang Yuxia say slowly:
“This one isn’t sweet.”
At that moment, it seemed as if the young Jiang and Xia had crossed time and space.
It seemed—coming for him.
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