Spirit Boss - 32. New home (middle)

Back in the room, Barr had adjusted his mood and sat on the sofa in his spare time watching Wang Xiaoming spin around like a top.

When Wang Xiaoming was brushing his toothbrush in the bathroom halfway through, he suddenly rushed out and said, “Did I have a tone of speech?” Generally, people who wake up can speak with a tone. The space in the car is so small, should Mr. Xiang not smell it? He desperately recalled whether Xiang Wenxun had an expression similar to Yin Ren.

Barr leaned against the sofa and stared at him silently.

Wang Xiaoming was chilled by his gloomy eyes, and he trembled: “What’s the matter?”

“I want to make three chapters with you.” Barr stretched out three fingers.

Wang Xiaoming rushed back to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and praying for his future destiny. About three minutes later he came out tremblingly, moved a chair and sat in front of the coffee table, and took a deep breath: “What is the appointment?”

Barr tapped his finger on his knee, “In the human world, you are the only human being able to see me.”

Wang Xiaoming didn’t know why he mentioned this incident suddenly, but he nodded.

“So, to a certain extent, my existence needs you to reflect.” This sentence seemed to be a great shame to Barr. But for the conditions to be discussed next, he endured it.

Seeing his reluctant expression, Wang Xiaoming’s heart became more and more hopeless.

“So,” Barr hated, “From now on, you dare to ignore my existence and try?! I will definitely label you the size of a Titan!”

…

Wang Xiaoming didn’t know how big or small the Titan was, but he also knew from Barr’s expression that he was serious about this threat. He whispered: “I don’t have…”

Baal raised his eyebrows, his eyes gleaming like alchemy fire.

Wang Xiaoming slowly changed his mouth, “It’s just a short while.”

His admission made Barr feel worse, “Second, second, from now on, I will try not to beat you.” Just try! He added from the bottom of his heart.

But for Wang Xiaoming, this is already a qualitative leap.

He looked at Barr’s eyes with tears, tears of joy.

“Because,” Barr turned around and stared at him grimly, “Now you have to rely on this face and body to seduce Xiang Wenxun, so I will reluctantly keep them intact.”

Yes, the reason why he didn’t beat Wang Xiaoming today was because he subconsciously discovered that Xiang Wenxun was interested in Wang Xiaoming’s face and body, so he didn’t start for the sake of the overall situation. He found the perfect explanation for his morning anomaly.

But this explanation made Wang Xiaoming’s tears more flickering and devastating. Does the temptation of face and body mean that he is going to betray his body?

Wang Xiaoming looked at his gloomy expression, hesitated for a long time but still didn’t dare to ask.

“Of course, in order to repay my kindness,” Barr said in a charitable tone, “You must fall in love with Xiang Wenxun madly in the shortest possible time!” In this way, he can get his body back and kill him back to hell and heaven. Take revenge on Lucifer and Michael!

The solemn look on his face made Wang Xiaoming swallowed in fear.

Barr looked at him and suddenly said, “Or are you not satisfied with Xiang Wenxun?”

Wang Xiaoming was slightly startled.

Not satisfied? He asked himself that Xiang Wenxun was tens of millions of times stronger than his family background regardless of appearance. Such a person should have received his worship without knowing it at a high place he couldn’t reach. In the past, he should be ecstatic to be able to say a few words to such a person. But why now he has clearly announced to everyone that he is his lover, yet he still can’t find a happy feeling in his heart? I always feel that all this is like a beautiful mirror, and it makes people chill from the bottom of my heart.

Seeing him hesitate, Barr’s mood improved inexplicably, and he rarely said mildly: “If you are unsatisfied, you can just say it.”

In Wang Xiaoming’s eyes, his gentleness is similar to that of a weasel giving a New Year greeting to a rooster. One shivered and said, “No, I’m very satisfied.”

“Really satisfied?” Barr’s expression became unpredictable.

“Yeah.” Wang Xiaoming nodded vigorously.

“Then I want to see the results.” Barr hooked his finger at him. “Come here.”

Wang Xiaoming knew that he was going to touch again, so he walked over obediently, lay down on the sofa, and kept thinking about Xiang Wenxun, Xiang Wenxun, Xiang Wenxun…

Barr touched his chest, his eyes flashed.

His toes have recovered!

He checked the situation of Black Star Bead, but he saw Xiang Wenxun who was full of beads…

“What are you talking about!” Barr hit his forehead with a chestnut.

Wang Xiaoming curled up in pain.

Barr saw that his body was recovering well, and he was rarely too generous to care about him. “Go to sleep and prepare to move in the afternoon.”

Wang Xiaoming sat up and said cautiously: “I really don’t want to move.”

“I’m afraid you can’t help this matter.” Barr meant something.

When Xiang Wenxun arrived at two o’clock in the afternoon, Wang Xiaoming finally understood what he was referring to.

After receiving the deposit and prepaid rent from the landlord’s wife with a stiff smile, Wang Xiaoming looked at Xiang Wenxun who was standing next to her speechlessly.

Xiang Wenxun thanked her for her profound understanding and justice.

But even if he is more modest, the landlord’s wife can still feel his unangered and mighty aura emanating from him. She hadn’t seen much of the world, but had eaten a lot of salt, so from the moment he knocked on the door and walked into his home without anyone else, she knew that this man could not be offended.

After Xiang Wenxun waited for the landlord’s wife to “reluctantly” pay the money, he politely asked her out of the room, “I think, now there should be no other troubles for you to reject my proposal, right?”

Wang Xiaoming held the money and looked down at the toes rubbing the floor inch by inch.

Barr glanced at the money in his hand, wondering whether this red paper could buy a PSP or a computer.

“Huh?” Xiang Wenxun was smiling, but undercurrents lurked in his eyes.

Wang Xiaoming seemed to have made up his mind and slowly raised his head and said, “I still don’t think it’s great.”

Xiang Wenxun waited for him to explain with a good temper.

“I heard that the dormitory can only live at the manager level.” Wang Xiaoming finally revealed the biggest worry in his heart. “I’m just a small supervisor. This will make people gossiping…”

“Are you suggesting that you want to be promoted?” Xiang Wenxun cut off his words.

Wang Xiaoming was taken aback, and quickly shook his hand: “I didn’t mean that!”

Xiang Wenxun groaned: “It’s not impossible to get promoted. But it’s not long after you get to the silver hall. If you rise too fast all of a sudden, you will lose your life. I hope you can endure it a little longer.”

Wang Xiaoming’s forehead was sweaty, “I really didn’t mean that.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Xiang Wenxun stretched out his finger and wiped it lightly on his forehead. “It is a kind of pleasure to behave like a baby to his lover.”

…

Wang Xiaoming froze completely.

Xiang Wenxun walked around in the living room, then looked back at him, “What can I do for you?”

Wang Xiaoming is still in a rigid state.

Even Xiang Wenxun didn’t care about him, he swaggered into the bedroom, found the big box under the bed, and helped him pick up the clothes in the closet.

Barr took advantage of Wang Xiaoming’s daze, bowed his head and counted the money in his hand one by one, “Thirty-six… are they enough to buy a PSP?”

Wang Xiaoming nodded mechanically, “Enough.”

Barr was happy, patted his forehead and said, “Hurry up and move.”

“Move…” Wang Xiaoming’s pupils suddenly widened, rushed into the bedroom, and shouted at Xiang Wenxun who was taking his underwear out of the drawer, “Wait!”

Xiang Wenxun didn’t even glance at him out of the corner of his eye, and continued to do the work in his hands. “This kind of underwear is too loose, it doesn’t look stylish, and it lacks appeal.”

…

Wang Xiaoming became rigid again. Only this time it was ossified into a red stone.

“You only have so many clothes?” Xiang Wenxun looked at the half-filled box.

Wang Xiaoming nodded intentionally.

Xiang Wenxun went to clean up the living room again.

Only then did Wang Xiaoming react, and chased him out, “I didn’t promise to move.”

Xiang Wenxun stopped and looked at his hand with a smile, “Then where do you want to live tonight?”

Wang Xiaoming looked at the money in his hand reflexively. The house has been retired, that is to say, he will be homeless from tonight. “I can discuss with the landlord again.”

Xiang Wenxun sighed softly, with a little indulge in helplessness, “If you insist on not staying in the dormitory, then live with me.”

…

Wang Xiaoming’s heart palpitations slightly. Not because of shyness, but because Xiang Wenjie’s pale and weak face flashed in his mind.

“Accommodation dormitory.” Barr’s voice sounded coldly, and he looked at Xiang Wenxun with thoughtful eyes.

Wang Xiaoming raised his head, his eyes floated back and forth between Baer and Xiang Wenxun three times, and finally compromised: “I live in the dormitory.”

In the dormitory, he is at most an employee who walks through the back door and hugs the boss’s thigh. But living in Xiang Wenxun’s house is like being kept in care. Although, he always felt that he was far away from the conditions of being fostered, far away.

After packing some game CDs and odds and ends of daily necessities, Wang Xiaoming’s box finally had some weight.

Coming down from the upper floor, the door of the landlord’s house was open.

The landlady walked out of it pretendingly, took his hand and said some nostalgic words.

Wang Xiaoming felt very sad when he remembered that he would never come back to the house where he had lived for more than a year.

The landlord’s wife finally got to the point after talking about it for a long time, and asked him if he could come back to teach his children’s homework in the future.

Wang Xiaoming remembered her care for more than a year, and agreed without saying a word.

Xiang Wenxun smiled and asked, “Is it free?”

The landlady’s face turned red all of a sudden, and she hesitated for a while before saying: “Of course it can’t be free. Ten yuan an hour.”

Xiang Wenxun said indifferently: “Well. Let’s talk about it when I have time. He is very busy at work.”

The landlady went back to the house with a blushing face.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Xiang Wenxun’s leading back, and dared to mutter without words: “In fact, the landlord’s wife is a good person.”

Bar You followed him leisurely, “That’s why I was bullied by Xiang Xiang.”

…

Wang Xiaoming suddenly realized that Baal didn’t seem to be waiting to see Xiang Wenxun as he did before?