The next time was quiet.

Barr sat on the sofa near the corridor and watched silently as he was busy packing his things.

In fact, Wang Xiaoming had nothing to clean up. But as soon as he saw Barr's urgent gaze, his body started to move involuntarily, and finally washed all the pots and pans in the kitchen.

The cell phone in your pocket rang.

He felt Barr's gaze move on his back again, and his heart suddenly tightened, and he hurriedly answered the phone and said, "Hello."

The other end of the phone was silent for about three seconds before Chu Zhao's lazy voice rang, "You need to buy an alarm clock for you. Do you want to tell you what the concept of two hours is?"

Wang Xiaoming was stunned and quickly watched.

It was already half past six.

"I'll give you three minutes and come here right away."

Chu Zhao left the words coolly and hung up the phone.

Wang Xiaoming was nervous and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He heard Chu Zhao's tone, but he did not think of the strange thing yesterday on his head. Maybe he thought that thing was too bizarre and he didn't want to delve into it.

In fact, the fact is exactly the opposite of what he thought. The first thing Chu Zhao did after being moved from the 18th floor to the No. 2 elevator by Barr for some reason was to doubt Wang Xiaoming. Although Wang Xiaoming had always been timid and obedient in front of him, every time he turned around, he could feel a strong aura coming from behind. After so many years of hard work in society, he could always tell what kind of people have and what kind of aura they had. But Wang Xiaoming puzzled him. No matter from name to appearance to education to conversation... he was not like a person who could exude such a powerful aura.

Thinking of Xiang Wenxun's admiration for him, he immediately rushed to the general manager's office.

In addition to his superiors and subordinates, he and Xiang Wenxun are also an alumni. This personal relationship makes him different from other managers in the archery. Xiang Wenxun hides many things but not from him. This is also the reason why he dares to blatantly sleep at work.

"I want to know what Wang Xiaoming is." He walked into the office and straight to the point.

Xiang Wenxun took out a cigarette from his pocket, took a slow breath, and asked, "Does it have anything to do with being your subordinate?"

"Yes." Chu Zhao pulled open the chair and sat in front of him, "This determines how much accident insurance I want to buy."

Xiang Wenxun paused slightly when smoking, "Accidental?"

Chu Zhao stared at him with his eyes tightly and said word by word: "I just appeared in the No. 2 elevator from the 18th floor for some reason."

Xiang Wenxun's expression remained unchanged.

"Monster? Alien? Or Future Warrior? You always have to give me an answer." Chu Zhao refused to give up.

Xiang Wenxun crushed the smoke and said lightly: "It's a future warrior."

...

Chu Zhao twitched his lips twice, "Don't joke."

Xiang Wenxun said with a straight face: "Do you look like a joke on my expression?"

"It's just because it's not like a joke, so it's terrifying." If Wang Xiaoming was a future warrior, he would rather destroy human beings than endure humiliation and live in silence under Wang Xiaoming's protection. When he thought of that scene, his stomach felt indescribable.

Xiang Wenxun said: "I remember you just said that I just asked me to give you an answer."

Chu Zhao said: "This doesn't count!"

"So alien?"

Chu Zhao sneered: "Do you think his bear looks like an alien?"

"Don't you have the answer, you're asking me?"

Chu Zhao frowned and said, "He is really a monster?"

"Do you think he looks like him?"

"Rabbit Sperm? Pig Sperm? Doesn't feel like a species with too high IQ."

Xiang Wenxun spread his hands and said, "Don't worry, he won't hurt you." He said such unfounded words with confidence.

Chu Zhao believed it. Because Xiang Wenxun was Wang Xiaoming's boyfriend, he said it was dangerous, and he was even more dangerous. "Why did he come to the gongguan?"

"work to earn a living."

"Can't monsters turn stones into gold?" Chu Zhao looked down on Wang Xiaoming again. Thinking about the fact that Uncle Sun made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace back then, the gods were furious. If you want longevity, you should give longevity and weapons. How powerful is it? As a monster, Wang Xiaoming would have to work for humans happily, which is really useless.

Xiang Wenxun continued to give him a reassurance, "Don't worry, he can only make small fuss at a small matter. After all, this is my place, and he will not do anything random."

Chu Zhao looked at him suspiciously, "How did you like him? Isn't it the same thing as Snake Bai and Xu Xian?"

Xiang Wenxun looked at his watch, "Do you think I should tell you a story while paying you?"

Work and salary are Chu Zhao's weaknesses, after all, he is short of his work.

He stood up with a dry smile, "I've gone to do things."

"By the way." Xiang Wenxun thought carefully, "If Xiao Ming wants to do, just let him go. You are so worried about the cleaning department."

Chu Zhao said: "Okay. If others don't be flattered, the future general manager's wife must be flattered. Don't worry."

Xiang Wenxun smiled and nodded.

After coming out of the office, Chu Zhao put away the smile on his face.

It is definitely not Xiang Wenxun's style to let a monster do things in the gang. If he is really a lover, he should pack it home and provide it with him. Why put it as the gang? There must be other reasons.

Chu Zhao's face was as deep as water. It was a reason he couldn't even know.

Wang Xiaoming didn't know that since yesterday, he had already equated with monsters in Chu Zhao's eyes. He is now full of how to work hard to repay Xiang Wenxun's love.

Chu Zhao was still as rude to him as before, but his speech was strictly deleted and selected. All words that could cause disputes were left dead. Even after Wang Xiaoming was nearly forty minutes late, he still asked him to go to have a meal first.

Dinner in the cafeteria usually starts at 4:30 and ends at 6:30.

When Wang Xiaoming went there, the people in the cafeteria were cleaning up. He casually ordered some leftovers and found a place to eat.

Barr sat opposite his table as usual.

Bang.

A shiny stainless steel rice bowl was placed on his table.

Barr looked up at the person who came unhappily.

The thick makeup looks a bit vulgar under the incandescent light, but the charm of her eyes covered up the vulgarity.

"Wang Xiaoming." She moved her butt and was about to sit down towards Barr.

Barr raised his eyebrows.

Wang Xiaoming was worried that Jiang Xueyan would be turned into the elevator like Chu Zhao, so he hurriedly said, "I'll eat!"

Jiang Xueyan's movements stopped in the air, and her eyes swept over the half bowl of rice left in front of him, "Don't you want to sit with me?" She deliberately maintained a posture of not sitting, staring at him patiently.

Wang Xiaoming had no choice but to wink at Barr.

Barr pursed his lips.

It was not until Wang Xiaoming was so anxious that he almost inserted his chopsticks into the rice like incense and knelt at him that Barr snorted coldly and moved a position to the side.

Wang Xiaoming exclaimed and smiled at Jiang Xueyan, "Please sit down."

Jiang Xueyan sat down slowly and smiled and said, "It seems that you really don't like my bloody mouth." The color of her lipstick was still bright red as bright as blood.

Wang Xiaoming remembered what he said under the pressure from Sister Wang and said embarrassedly: "I didn't mean it."

"If you are unintentional, it makes people feel even more sad." Jiang Xueyan made a meal but refused to eat it. She took out a cigarette from her pocket, took a niche, took a deep breath, and slowly sprayed it on his face.

Wang Xiaoming choked.

"Don't smoke?" Jiang Xueyan moved the cigarette away.

Wang Xiaoming shook his head.

"Let's have a meal." Jiang Xueyan pushed her food in the direction of him, "It's not enough to eat here."

"You don't eat?"

"Don't eat. Lose weight."

Wang Xiaoming was speechless when he looked at her as thin as a match. He began to suspect that modern people's aesthetic view of thinness was led by the government during a certain food crisis.

"I heard you are with my brother?" Jiang Xueyan said carelessly.

Wang Xiaoming almost spit out a mouthful of rice, "Ah?"

Jiang Xueyan raised her lips and said to herself, "It seems to be fake."

"Your brother is..." Could it be that her brother is Xiang Wenxun?

"Jiang Junjie." She paused, "Here, people like to call him Mr. Jie."

Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes wide in surprise.

It was really difficult for him to put the crystal-clear young master Jie and the beautiful young woman in front of him.

"It was Tao Le who told me." Jiang Xueyan blew up the ashes. "Actually, I was very happy when he told me. My brother was scheming. After so many years, he had been unable to get out of the dead end. He moved forward to the wall, but he refused to turn back. If there was really someone who could make a hole in that wall, even if it was a dog hole, I would be happy."

Wang Xiaoming said naively: "He and I are not what you think."

"I know." Jiang Xueyan sighed, inserted the cigarette into the meal, got up and held the rice bowl, and smiled at him, "I just want to find someone to talk about it."

...

Wang Xiaoming turned his head and looked at her leaving back, and asked Barr in confusion: "What exactly did she mean when she said that just now?"
To be continued...