Spirit Boss - 31. New home (top)

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Mr. Xiang wants to send Wang Xiaoming home?

The surroundings were boiling depressively. Everyone quickly composes a story in their hearts, and then quietly observes the protagonist of the story to see if their behavior matches the plot in their story.

But Wang Xiaoming, the protagonist, is not at all interesting, except to stand blankly, do nothing, really anxious to their audience. If Mr. Xiang’s eyes and the lights of the car were not too dazzling, they could hardly help rushing over and slapped him to wake him up so that he could cooperate.

Fortunately, they did not dare, but some people did.

“He was very thoughtful.” Barr nodded in satisfaction, “Every time I stand in the bodies of those low-level creatures, I almost vomit.” Seeing that Wang Xiaoming was still stupid and unresponsive, he reached out and patted. He lowered the back of his head, “Not leaving yet?”

Wang Xiaoming suddenly withdrew from the dreamlike happiness, and gradually accepted that the scene before him was a living fact, not the scene he accidentally dreamed of after watching the idol drama.

He walked forward slowly, with every step being light and careful, as if what he was stepping on was not a concrete floor, but a Persian carpet covered with roses.

When he walked to the car, he twisted the corners of his clothes awkwardly, and whispered, “Zong Xiang.”

Xiang Wenxun smiled slightly, perhaps because the night was too dark and the lights were too soft, making him look much gentler than in the silver pavilion, and even his smile seemed to be a little careless.

Wang Xiaoming heard his heart beating wildly involuntarily.

“Please.” Xiang Wenxun bent over sideways.

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Wang Xiaoming looked at the seat, and a thought that suddenly came to his mind was—should he take the left foot first or the right foot first?

Fortunately, he didn’t worry for too long. Because Barr flew a kick and kicked him directly in.

When this scene fell in the eyes of others, it was natural that Wang Xiaoming rushed into the car impatiently.

They looked at Xiang Wenxun, who did not change his face and closed the door, suddenly very, very worried. Although Mr. Xiang is considered strong on weekdays, it is difficult to say if his opponent is a wolf but not a human. Seeing Wang Xiaoming’s actions just now, it should be quite…hungry and thirsty.

Xiang Wenxun obviously didn’t know their worries, and before he got into the car, he waved at them smartly: “Goodbye.”

Such unrestrainedness fell in the eyes of other people and turned into a little white sheep who knew not to be sinister.

The big bad wolf is undoubtedly Wang Xiaoming who is trying to adjust his posture in the front passenger seat.

Xiang Wenxun got into the car and flashed his lights again, as if waving.

The employees replied mechanically: “Goodbye Mr. Xiang.”

Xiang Wenxun nodded, and finally turned around and drove towards the road.

Others looked at the rear of the car slowly getting smaller, and a thought flashed in their minds at the same time-I hope I can see you again.

In the car, Wang Xiaoming carefully controlled his breathing and posture, fearing that he would make too much noise.

Xiang Wenxun watched him quietly in the rearview mirror, seeing that his face was getting redder and his sitting posture getting stiffer, he said casually, “Help me open the CD.”

Open the CD?

Wang Xiaoming slowly probed his neck in the direction of the CD player, moving his fingers around several buttons, and finally asked, “Which button should I press?”

“This.” Xiang Wenxun tapped his finger on the button, and then retracted.

At this time, even if Wang Xiaoming was dull, he knew that he was looking for something to do, and there was a warm feeling in his heart.

I opened the CD and the music slowly poured out.

It’s piano music.

Wang Xiaoming doesn’t know the name, but he definitely heard it on TV.

He moved his body slightly so that his back could rest on the seat of the car. Once the body relaxes, exhaustion is like a tide, overwhelming. He felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and after several trials, he finally stuck to his lower eyelids.

The music continues to whirl in my mind, gradually becoming ethereal, gradually misty, and gradually reaching another world.

Wang Xiaoming didn’t know how long he slept, he only knew that when he woke up, the sky outside the car window was gray. He was covered with Xiang Wenxun’s dark suit.

A small slit opened in the rear window.

Xiang Wenxun leaned against the car window, and the wind poured in from the gap, twitching his hair.

He slept very deep, his usual shrewdness, and the gentleness of last night receded from that face, leaving only the purest peace.

“It’s going fast.” Barr’s voice suddenly came from the back seat.

Wang Xiaoming was startled, his heart pounding for several times.

Just now, he completely forgot that there was a big demon by his side, and he was immersed in the world of the two wholeheartedly.

“You don’t remember my existence, do you?” Barr spoke slowly, and there was still a sense of uncomfortableness in his words.

“Of course not.” Wang Xiaoming answered quietly.

“Huh. A guilty conscience.” Barr waited for a long time, but he didn’t hear Wang Xiaoming’s rebuttal. For some reason, he became even more unhappy in his heart. “Do you like him?”

Like… Mr. Xiang?

Wang Xiaoming looked at that sleeping face silently, and there was a hint of sweetness in his heart. This feeling was clearly only felt when he saw Chang Haitao before. So… does he really like the general manager? But, shouldn’t he like Barr?

Wang Xiaoming was confused.

“You lie down.” Barr’s hand suddenly stretched out.

“Don’t.” Wang Xiaoming was startled, and subconsciously dodged.

Barr narrowed his eyes. “Dare you defy me?”

While Wang Xiaoming was afraid of waking Xiang Wenxun, he had to resist Barr’s devil’s claws. It was very hard. “Here, it’s inconvenient.”

“What’s the inconvenience?” Barr raised his eyebrows. “If you mean him inconvenience, I can get him out.”

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Wang Xiaoming grabbed his hand in surprise and said, “Where are you going to get him?”

Barr threw away his hand in disgust, “Are you questioning me? Human!”

Wang Xiaoming watched his eyes gradually deepen.

A breath called danger spreads in the car.

Xiang Wenxun moved, opened his eyes, rolled his eyes, and fell on Wang Xiaoming, who was pale, with a light smile: “Awake?”

With just a faint sentence, Wang Xiaoming felt that the pressure on his body suddenly lightened. After exhaling, he said in embarrassment: “President Xiang. I fell asleep yesterday, why didn’t you wake me up?”

Xiang Wenxun’s smile was lazy, “You slept too soundly.”

Wang Xiaoming said nervously, “Did you drool? Still snorting?”

“I didn’t see it this time. I don’t mind keeping it for the next time.” Xiang Wenxun stretched out his hand and looked at his watch.

“Pick me up?” Wang Xiaoming was a bit tongue-in-cheek. “It’s too much trouble. I can go to work by myself.”

“I’m not here to pick you up to work.” Xiang Wenxun looked at his stunned expression and chuckled lightly, “I am helping you move.”

After being reminded by him, Wang Xiaoming remembered that he had arranged a dormitory for him-a dormitory that can only live in at the manager level.

He hesitated and said slowly: “My lease with the landlord has not yet expired.”

Barr wanted to knock his head into a cube with a sledgehammer. “Don’t you dare to try it?”

Wang Xiaoming shrinks his head.

“I want to know the real reason.” Xiang Wenxun sat up straight.

In an instant, the big boss of the silver pavilion returned.

However, Wang Xiaoming felt that the restraint of binding him for one night disappeared, and his thoughts and speech became clear. “I have paid a deposit of three months in advance. If I move out now, it would be a loss. I think I should wait until the lease expires?”

Xiang Wenxun looked at him meaningfully, “It’s just a lease?”

Wang Xiaoming bit his lip and nodded.

“I understand.” Xiang Wenxun opened the door and got out of the car, circled around from the front to open his car door, “Remember to go back and sleep again.”

“Okay.” Wang Xiaoming jumped out of the car and was about to say goodbye, only to see Xiang Wenxun stretched out his hand and drew his hair, “Even if you are not in the Yinguan, you are also from the Yinguan.”

Wang Xiaoming nodded at a loss.

“I’m leaving first. See you this afternoon.” Xiang Wenxun got in the car and drove away without waiting for him to answer.

Watching the car disappear at the end of the street, Wang Xiaoming’s heart was empty, as if Cinderella came home at twelve o’clock and found that she was still wearing a tattered skirt.

“You refused to move because of that person?” Barr asked gloomily behind him.

Wang Xiaoming cried secretly, so he turned his head and replied: “If you want to live in a bigger house, I can live in a different place in the future.”

“Change place?” Barr sneered. “What about my PSP?”

“Wait for my salary this month.”

“What about the new computer?”

“…Wait for my next month, and next month’s salary…” His voice became softer and softer.

Barr mocked: “Then when are you going to move?”

“Probably next next month…” Wang Xiaoming watched Barr’s approaching figure and muffled his voice automatically.

This human being is not only incompetent, but also increasingly disobedient. He should beat him severely to let him know who is the real decision maker! Barr thought so, but he didn’t stretch out his fist for a long time-even though the head was very close to his fist.

Wang Xiaoming was also waiting for his fist. But he closed his eyes and waited for a long time, and found that Barr was just standing there silently, his eyebrows tangled together, as if he was very distressed, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty. Looking at Baal’s momentum, even in hell, he should be a very powerful kind. The house he lives in should be like a palace, and his small house must make him feel uncomfortable.

“I, I will work hard.” Wang Xiaoming’s inspiration flashed, “Should I find another part-time job?”

Barr glared at him, suddenly gave a cold snort, dropped the phrase “whatever you want,” and left with his hand-but he only walked five meters.

“Don’t hurry up?!” A certain fallen angel who was restricted by the distance growled very uncomfortably.

Wang Xiaoming was stunned, his eyebrows curled and said: “Come now.”