Chapter 27 Extra: The domineering president's father who loves gambling is sick...
"Pay attention to the surface moisture of the dough, like this..."
The pink-haired young man was busy kneading dough in the kitchen. He would stop patiently from time to time to explain, and then look at Deng Shan who was busy on the side.
Deng Shan wanted to cry but had no tears. She surrendered with both hands: "Boss, I really have no strength left..."
Du Yanze looked at her with a smile on his face. A beauty like him always had a pleasing feeling when she smiled, especially with his long eyelashes. When he raised his eyes slightly, the light in his eyes was so bright that it was impossible to look away.
But when Deng Shan saw this expression, she stood at attention and wailed.
jingle……
When the doorbell rang, Deng Shan felt as if she had been pardoned.
"It's so late, and there are still people coming. I'll go and take a look." After saying this, she quickly took off her apron, washed her hands, and ran out like a flash.
"Ah, the boss lady is here!" Deng Shan shouted.
Du Yanze looked up and found that the person had already walked to the glass window. Tang Zhilu did not refute Deng Shan's words at all, but raised his eyebrows at Du Yanze.
Today he was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a vertical-striped suit vest and a shirt, looking elegant and handsome. The glasses also diluted a lot of the aggression between his eyebrows.
He tapped on the glass window with his fingers, then clicked twice, his black eyes looking at him intently. Although he was such a quiet person, his eyes had a burning temperature.
Du Yanze had no choice but to deal with the things in his hands and quickly pushed the door open.
"What?"
"I miss you." Tang Zhilu's tone was very normal, as if he didn't think the words were a bit corny or embarrassing to say.
Deng Shan's ears twitched, and she wished she could stretch her neck between the two of them to listen to what they were saying.
"If I remember correctly, you were the one who sent me here this morning. We had lunch together and took a nap at noon." Du Yanze was already used to Tang Zhilu saying this from time to time, and he kept muttering while washing his hands.
"But I quite like hearing this." Du Yanze took the tissue he pulled out, wiped his hands, and moved closer to Tang Zhilu with a smile.
Tang Zhilu didn't hide, but moved closer to him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, then asked him calmly.
"How about this, do you like it?"
Deng Shan opened her eyes wide, grabbed the wall, and stretched her neck.
Du Yanze leaned back against the sink, reached out and tugged at Tang Zhilu's tie, causing him to lower his head. Then, smiling, he moved closer to his lips, staring at his, appreciating his instantly forbearing and expectant look.
But he just rubbed it lightly and then pushed him away.
Deng Shan's face flushed red, and she wished her neck could be longer. The next second, she saw Du Yanze turning his head and looking at her with a smile.
"Haven't seen enough?"
Deng Shan nodded vigorously, then shook her head.
Du Yanze pulled Tang Zhilu's tie and laughed. Tang Zhilu put his arm around his waist and just looked at him with a faint smile on his lips, and gently combed his hair at the temples with his fingers.
"Okay, okay, time to get off work."
Deng Shan clicked her tongue twice, and when she returned to the dormitory, she couldn't help but turn on her computer and angrily typed a short article. After thinking it over, she finally sent it to Yang Zhao.
Yang Zhao replied immediately. She read it quite quickly.
"Ahahahaha, this is so funny, is this domineering CEO really Mr. Tang? But I think your writing is pretty good hehehe, keep going."
Yang Zhao sat cross-legged on the sofa applying a facial mask and couldn't help but watch it again.
"Tsk tsk tsk, the meat is quite fragrant."
bite--
Yang Zhao's heart tightened. This was the nightmare of migrant workers - a message reminder.
"Xiao Zhao, please send the last document to Mr. Tang. Mr. Tang needs it urgently."
Yang Zhao cursed and searched for a while before sending the file over.
A moment later, Tang Zhilu sat at the desk, looking at the document on the tablet in his hand in confusion. His hair was disheveled, he had just finished a shower, and was wearing a soft black bathrobe and a pair of glasses on his nose.
He held the tablet in one hand, frowning in disbelief.
"What are you looking at?"
Du Yanze was wiping his hair and walking towards him barefoot. It was rare to see this expression on his face, so he walked around to his side with a smile. Tang Zhilu glanced at him, put him on the desk in front of him, took out two pieces of paper, held his calves and wiped them carefully.
Du Yanze put his foot on Tang Zhilu's knee, picked up the tablet and looked at it. After glancing at it, he immediately stopped the screen and looked at Tang Zhilu. He was lowering his head to wipe his calf, his palms were closed and gentle, his black hair was softly placed on his forehead, and when he saw him looking over, he looked up at him.
From this angle... he looks like a very obedient husband. He lifted Tang Zhilu's chin, raised his eyebrows and looked at him teasingly.
"Follow me and I'll give you five million a month."
Tang Zhilu raised his eyebrows and chuckled, then grabbed his ankles and lifted them up so that both of his feet were on his knees.
"Can you earn five million a year?" Tang Zhilu asked him calmly, without any sarcastic tone, just stating the facts.
Du Yanze sighed softly, stepped hard on his thigh and asked him.
"Then you ask me. Anyway, the boss who is described in the book as a cunning and cunning person who also plays the role of a mistress is you."
Tang Zhilu looked up at him and said with a smile, "You won't slap me for saying this, will you?" Du Yanze squinted his eyes, pondered for a while, and smiled again.
But his acting was professional, he adjusted his expression immediately, his face was full of tears, his eyes were wide open and misty as he looked at Tang Zhilu, his nose was a little red. He just kicked Tang Zhilu badly, urging him on.
"Come on, I want to play."
Tang Zhilu pinched his calf, raised his head to look at Du Yanze, gently pushed up his glasses with his fingers, and looked over with a stern face. It really looked a bit like that, but he looked inexplicably cold, which was seriously inconsistent with the arrogance written by Deng Shan.
"Sleep with me, five million a night."
Du Yanze's face froze and he stepped hard on his leg, but Tang Zhilu grabbed his ankle and slowly stood up, forcing him to lift his legs and lean back with his arms on the table.
"You change it up, and the domineering president becomes a pervert."
Tang Zhilu raised his eyebrows and looked at him, his eyes were calm and focused, but his collar was messy, which made him look inexplicably lustful.
"Get into the role."
As he spoke, Tang Zhilu gently pressed his legs and lowered his head to kiss his calves. Du Yanze curled up his fingers and immediately got into the role, looking at Tang Zhilu nervously.
"You...what do you think of me...I don't want to..."
Tang Zhilu lowered his eyes slightly, frowning slightly, and looked at Du Yanze inch by inch.
"Are you sure? Five million is enough for you to pay off your father's gambling debts... and it can also allow your sister who is in the hospital to have surgery."
Tang Zhilu's tone was calm and gentle, but his fingers were carelessly untying the belt of his bathrobe, and his eyes were wandering around as if he was thinking about where to start.
Du Yanze's cheeks turned slightly red, he could no longer hold the expression on his face, his breathing became a little rapid, and finally he untied his belt.
"Can't wait? Little..."
Except for the first sentence, Tang Zhilu perfectly reproduced the novel written by Deng Shan, but Du Yanze covered his mouth before he could finish the sentence.
"If you say that, I really can't help but slap you." Du Yanze held his arm, looked at Tang Zhilu and said with a smile.
Du Yanze, the poor little thing who was forced to do this, took off his bathrobe on his own initiative and threw it aside. He leaned on the table and watched Tang Zhilu lying on his dark brown desk like a lazy kitten, looking at him pitifully.
She reached out again, took Tang Zhilu's hand and placed it on his cheek, rubbed it against her own, and pinched it artificially.
"Mr. Tang, please enjoy me."
Tang Zhilu pinched his waist, took off his glasses with one hand, couldn't help pinching his cheek and kissing him, rubbing his belly with his fingers as if he was patient. Tang Zhilu quickly stood up, took a few breaths, and bent down to pick up the bathrobe he had thrown aside.
"The table is cold. It's uncomfortable to lie on it directly. Get up first."
Du Yanze clicked his tongue, immediately sat up, and reached out to pull his ear.
"Tang Zhilu! Is this what you are supposed to do?"
Tang Zhilu stretched out his hand and spread the towel behind him, pinching his fingers: "Is this what a pure and pitiful little white flower should do?"
Du Yanze immediately withdrew his hand, tore off the mask of the poor little white flower, reached out to untie Tang Zhilu's belt, and reached into his collar to touch his muscles.
"Hurry up, stop talking nonsense, and skip those scenes."
Tang Zhilu hugged his back, kissed his ears and cheeks, and whispered, "Yes, sir."
The air conditioner was a bit cold, but Du Yanze could only complain about being hot in a daze. He was sweating lightly and his skin was slightly pink. The man who had just been teasing her kept mumbling in a low voice that he couldn't do it anymore.
Tang Zhilu was indeed foresighted. His sweaty skin stuck to the smooth table and it hurt when he moved, so Du Yanze decisively called for a timeout.
He sat on the table in a bath towel, his long legs no longer swinging, but crossed and lying obediently. Du Yanze half-closed his eyes and watched Tang Zhilu diligently clean the floor, organize things, and wipe his legs with wet towels.
"You are such a germaphobe, there is really no hope for you."
Tang Zhilu's neck and ears were still red, and there was a tooth mark on the exposed part of his neck, but he still took the responsibility of cleaning it up, mainly cleaning him up.
It was so excessive that Du Yanze threatened to dirty his desk, but he just announced calmly that he would clean it up later and there was no need to worry about it now.
"Where's my five million?"
Du Yanze's cheeks were too hot, so he leaned against the table to cool down and reached out to grab Tang Zhilu's hair.
"I'll sign the check for you later."
Tang Zhilu spoke so seriously that Du Yanze was stunned for a moment. He felt a little ashamed of a dirty adult transaction, but Tang Zhilu lowered his head and wiped his hands, so calmly, not feeling embarrassed at all.
"shameless."
Tang Zhilu looked at Du Yanze inquiringly, rubbed his cheek with his fingers, and smiled.
"This is the first time I've heard someone say that about me."
Du Yanze rolled his eyes, touched the slightly scratched corner of his mouth and said, "Yes, we should call the butler right away, and then he told me that the young master hasn't been this happy for a long time."
"And then you made me sick in the middle of the night, and you had to call the family doctor in the middle of the night. He would advise you to exercise moderation..."
Tang Zhilu looked at Du Yanze in silence, as if he was thinking about something. Du Yanze was afraid that he would add something that shouldn't be added, so he immediately pinched his nose.
"I've seen too much of this, don't think too much about it."
"Mr. Tang, carry me to bed. I'm sleepy."
Tang Zhilu just leaned on the table and looked at him with his head down, a thoughtful look on his face, which made Du Yanze feel creepy.
"You seem to like these. You seemed to be reading these books the other day."
Tang Zhilu didn't know what he was thinking, he smiled and hugged him, but said something that made Du Yanze almost fall down.
"Now it's time to run with the ball."
Tang Zhilu reached out and touched his belly, then held his waist tightly to prevent him from moving.
"It's a little difficult for you to run, but we can continue with the previous plot."
Du Yanze fell into the quilt, his back felt cold, and he looked at Tang Zhilu who was serious: "What?"
“With the ball.”
The next morning, the poor guy was supposed to get up and tie his tie, and then be humiliated by a check for five million, but this was skipped because Du Yanze was completely unable to open his eyes.
Tang Zhilu buttoned up his shirt cuffs and looked down at Du Yanze, whose half face was buried in the pillow.
"Are you getting up? You haven't received the five million yet..."
"I'm pregnant...I'm really pregnant..."
Du Yanze frowned and couldn't open his eyes, mumbling and shrinking into the quilt. Tang Zhilu couldn't help laughing, patted his back, rubbed his cheek, thought about it, and actually signed a check for 5 million and put it on the bedside table.
Yang Zhao found out that she had sent the document sent by Deng Shan to Tang Zhilu as a file last night. She couldn't sleep all night, and Tang Zhilu didn't reply to her later...
Yang Zhao's eyes were dull and she looked distraught. Erzuo couldn't help but want to comfort her, but when he thought about what she had done, he patted her shoulder again.
"Auspicious people will be blessed by heaven."
"Hello, Mr. Tang."
Yang Zhao was startled and quickly stood up to greet him. Tang Zhilu nodded slightly and prepared to leave. Yang Zhao immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The next second, Tang Zhilu came back.
"The one you posted last night..."
"I'll do it next time..."
"Good. Anything else? Send me the rest." Tang Zhilu's tone was so casual that for a moment she thought he was sending some business document.
"Ah? Ah, okay."
But Deng Shan was severely criticized by Du Yanze, mainly because he personally did not like this plot of running away with the ball. Deng Shan wanted to cry but had no tears, so she surrendered with both hands and agreed to help her dear boss write a story about a domineering pastry chef forcing love on a weak president?
"I think only you, the boss, would like such evil XP..."
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