Xu Jing raised his eyelids and said, "Tell me a number. How much is your year-end bonus?"
"It's said there are 100,000. If you can't finish it, it will be 10,000."
How many?
Xu Jing widened his eyes and counted five-digit numbers on his fingers. How many houses would he have to sell to raise a hundred thousand in such a short time?
His heart was bleeding silently, and tears were flowing down uncontrollably.
It looks like there's no escape.
Mo Zechuan felt the dampness and heat in the palm of his hand, moved his hand away in disgust, and wiped it with a napkin.
I hate people who cry all the time. They look so weak like women.
He said with a dark face: "If you keep crying, get out."
Just get out of here.
Xu Jing freed one hand and was about to pull the car door. Mo Zechuan was shocked by his bold action. After he came to his senses, he grabbed his right hand that was struggling and hit it twice.
"Ouch." Xu Jing looked at him with tears in his eyes and said aggrievedly, "Didn't you tell me to get out?"
Xu Jing's palms flushed red. He took one look and burst into tears. He didn't even need to squeeze the tears; they fell like a string of pearls. Mo Zechuan was distraught. With a cold expression, he wiped his face with a napkin, a bit too hard. Unexpectedly, the more he wiped, the more tears he cried. Finally, Mo Zechuan gave up, grabbed his chin, and said, "Why are you crying like a woman?"
Xu Jing's chin was held and his body leaned forward. His tears and snot covered Mo Zechuan's hand. Mo Zechuan didn't even have time to wipe his hands before he was completely humiliated. His mood was even worse.
"Xiao Zhang, where are you?" Mo Zechuan wanted to throw him down immediately.
"At the hospital entrance, Third Master."
"Stop the car." After the car stopped, the door opened automatically. Mo Zechuan grabbed the man's neck and dragged him out. Facing the strange looks from people on the street, Mo Zechuan chose to ignore them and directly dragged the man back to the ward.
"Didn't you say you were going to break my legs?" After closing the door, Xu Jing muttered and Mo Zechuan happened to hear it.
Mo Zechuan washed his hands in the bathroom of the VIP ward, then took a wet towel and wiped his dirty little face clean.
"You want a draft?"
Xu Jing responded and said, "Did you hear everything I said to Brother Wang?"
He kept calling him Brother Wang in a very affectionate way. Mo Zechuan was about to take action when he saw that he was about to cry again. In a confused state, he dragged Xu Jing to the bed, grabbed his waist and kissed him.
"Hmm." Is this guy crazy? Instead of corporal punishment, he's forced a kiss?
Xu Jing was bewildered by the kiss and didn't react at all. After Mo Zechuan kissed him all over, he leaned against his forehead and whispered, "Open your mouth."
Is this a French kiss?
Xu Jing was about to refuse when his mouth, which was full of hypocrisy, opened a little. Mo Zechuan took advantage of the gap and pushed straight in, kissing Xu Jing so hard that he felt dizzy and his brain was deprived of oxygen. He heard a sentence in his daze. "No contact with the surname Wang."
"W-why?" Xu Jing felt the pain of his tongue being bitten and fell back. Mo Zechuan supported himself on the bed with his hands, pressed on top of him, and continued to kiss him.
The little boy’s kiss is like the morning glory in June, so sweet that you’ll be addicted after just one kiss.
Unfortunately, when I was in North America, I was fully focused on studying, and after returning to China, I didn’t find anyone I was satisfied with.
Mo Zechuan has been delayed until now because of his bad temper, and now he has finally tasted the flavor of youth from the mouth of a little boy.
It has a hint of sweetness amidst its greenness, and one bite is unforgettable.
The only regret is that he still smells like 18 pieces of spicy hot pot, which is really disgusting.
Mo Zechuan stripped Xu Jing's clothes without thinking and dragged him to the bathroom.
"What?" Xu Jing was startled when he was stripped naked. He didn't know what was wrong with this dimension, but he was always inferior to Mo Zechuan in terms of strength, and he was even beaten by him several times. At first, Xu Jing thought it was his weakness, but later he realized that he was being suppressed by the system. He resisted many times, but to no avail, and could only accept his fate. Of course, this is a story for later.
At this moment, he was glad that Mo Zechuan just wanted to clean him up and did not do anything out of line to him.
"Brush your teeth." It's best to brush them thoroughly inside and out, leaving no trace of cheap restaurant smell.
Mo Zechuan didn't dislike the price of the spicy hot pot. He just couldn't stand the way the little duck chatted and laughed with others while eating, and he also hated the smell on him.
He thought that after washing it clean, the duckling would naturally look back at him. Later he realized that it was all bullshit, and the duckling's heart had always been outside and never made room for him.
At this moment, Mo Zechuan was determined to have fun with the little duck, especially the simple kiss which brought back many happy memories for him, making him temporarily forget his plan to break the duck's legs.
"Are you done?" He knocked impatiently on the glass door. Xu Jing came out slowly. "Wait a minute, I'll go brush my teeth."
After completely removing the taste from his mouth, Xu Jing covered his lower body with a bath towel and came out shyly with a red face.
"Heh." Seeing his embarrassed look, Mo Zechuan was furious.
"It's not like you haven't seen it before, why are you pretending?" He immediately ripped off the only piece of cloth covering Xu Jing's body, and looked at him with a judgmental gaze, making him blush and his heart beat fast. After becoming angry and embarrassed, he sneered. "That's just a little."
He couldn't hide his disdain for the duck at all, and his eyes were full of regret.
"Pervert." Xu Jing squeezed out the two words, and his face flushed. "Do you have any basic knowledge of physiology? Isn't it normal to be like that before you get excited?"
"That's not normal." Mo Zechuan said expressionlessly, "Mine is bigger than yours."
"Then why are you still using mine?" Xu Jing glared at him fiercely and shouted, "How long do you want to see this?"
"Don't worry, I wouldn't mind even if you took off all your clothes." Mo Zechuan pulled the little duck into his arms, sniffing the orchid scent on him, and his anger subsided a lot. "You like orchids, so you named Mulan?"
"Mulan isn't my name." Xu Jing thought about it and decided to tell her his real name, so that he wouldn't be embarrassed if he kept asking for it. "My name is Zhou Jinxi."
"How do you write it?" He put his arm around his waist and led him to the bed, patting his butt and motioning him to sit on his lap. Not long after he sat down, he grabbed Xu Jing's hand and watched him gesture on his hand. "Zhou, Jin, Xi."
"What a sissy name." Mo Zechuan offered a fair assessment, then caught a glimpse of his face darkening. "It's truly terrifying to be uneducated. It's the Zhou Emperor's Zhou, the Jin (jin) zither, and the Xi (xi) stream. The stream is full of sparkling gold, glittering like a brocade ribbon, hence the name Jinxi. Do you understand now?"
Xu Jing looked at Mo Zechuan like an idiot, which made Mo Zechuan laugh instead of getting angry. "Just because I gave you three points of color, you're going to open a dyeing factory?"
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