Spirit Boss - 34. Entanglement (Part 1)

The rest of the time was quiet.

Barr sat on the sofa near the corridor, silently watching him rushing in and out packing things.

In fact, Wang Xiaoming has nothing to deal with. But as soon as he saw Barr’s urgent gaze, his body moved involuntarily, and finally washed the pots and pans in the kitchen.

The phone in my pocket rang.

He felt Barr’s eyes move on his back again, his heart suddenly tightened, and he hurriedly picked up the phone and said, “Hello.”

There was about three seconds of silence on the other end of the phone before Chu Zhao’s lazy voice rang, “I need to buy you an alarm clock and tell you what is the concept of two hours?”

Wang Xiaoming stayed, and quickly watched.

It turned out to be half past six.

“I’ll give you three minutes, come right now.”

Chu Zhao coolly dropped the word and hung up the phone.

When Wang Xiaoming was nervous, he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. Listening to Chu Zhao’s tone, he did not associate the weird thing yesterday to him. Maybe he himself thought that matter was too bizarre, so he didn’t want to go into it.

In fact, the facts are exactly the opposite of what he thought. The first thing Chu Zhao inexplicably did after being moved from the eighteenth floor to the second elevator by Barr was to suspect Wang Xiaoming. Although Wang Xiaoming had always been in front of him and was very obedient, but every time he turned around, he could feel a strong aura coming from behind him. After so many years in society, he has always been able to distinguish clearly what kind of person has what momentum. But Wang Xiaoming puzzled him, no matter from name to appearance to education to talking…he didn’t seem like a person who could exude such a powerful aura.

Reminiscent of Xiang Wenxun’s admiration for him, he immediately went to the general manager’s office.

He and Xiang Wenxun are alumni in addition to their superior-subordinate relationship. This personal relationship makes him different from other managers in the silver hall. Xiang Wenxun hides many things from others but keeps him secret. This is why he dared to sleep blatantly at work.

“I want to know what Wang Xiaoming’s background is.” He walked into the office and got straight to the point.

Xiang Wenxun took a cigarette out of his pocket, took it slowly, took a mouthful, and asked, “Does the background have anything to do with being your subordinate?”

“Yes.” Chu Zhao pulled a chair and sat in front of him, “this determines how much accident insurance I want to buy.”

Xiang Wenxun’s smoking hand paused slightly, “Accidental insurance?”

Chu Zhao stared at him closely, and said every word: “I just appeared in the second elevator from the eighteenth floor inexplicably.”

Xiang Wenxun’s expression remained unchanged.

“Youkai? Alien? Or a future soldier? You always have to give me an answer.” Chu Zhao refused to forgive.

Xiang Wenxun crushed the smoke out, and said lightly: “It’s a soldier of the future.”

…

The corners of Chu Zhao’s mouth twitched fiercely, “Don’t be kidding.”

Xiang Wenxun sternly said, “Do you think my expression looks like a joke?”

“It’s just because it doesn’t look like a joke, that’s why it is horrified.” If Wang Xiaoming is a future warrior, he would rather destroy mankind than live under Wang Xiaoming’s protection. His stomach felt uncomfortable when he thought of that situation.

Xiang Wenxun said: “I remember you just said that I would give you an answer.”

Chu Zhao said: “This doesn’t count!”

“So alien?”

Chu Zhao sneered, “Do you think he looks like an alien?”

“Don’t you have the answer, you still ask me?”

Chu Zhao frowned and said, “Is he really a monster?”

“Do you think he looks like?”

“Bunny essence? Pig essence? It doesn’t feel like a species with too high IQ.”

Xiang Wenxun spread his hand and said, “Don’t worry, he won’t hurt you.” Such unfounded remarks were justified and confident.

Chu Zhao believed it. Because Xiang Wenxun is Wang Xiaoming’s boyfriend, he is even more dangerous when he says it is dangerous. “Why did he come to the Silver Pavilion?”

“work to earn a living.”

“Can’t monsters turn stones into gold?” Chu Zhao looked down on Wang Xiaoming again. Thinking that Uncle Sun made a big noise in the Temple of Heaven back then, making the gods flustered. If you want to live long, you will give you long life, and if you want a weapon, you will give you a weapon. How powerful? As a monster, Wang Xiaoming would still work hard for humans. It was really hopeless.

Xiang Wenxun continued to give him reassurance, “Don’t worry, he can do little things at most, after all, this is my place, he will not mess around.”

Chu Zhao looked at him suspiciously, “How do you like him? You don’t know what Bai Sangzi and Xu Xian did?”

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 weakness, after all, he is short.

He stood up with a dry smile, “I’m going to do something.”

“That’s right.” Xiang Wenxun deliberately said, “Xiao Ming is up to him to do what he wants. The Cleaning Department, you bother.”

Chu Zhao said: “Okay. Others don’t flatter, the future general manager’s wife must flatter. Don’t worry.”

Xiang Wenxun smiled and nodded.

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 silver pavilion. If you are really a lover, you can just pack it and go home for support. Why should you put it in a silver pavilion? There must be other reasons for this.

Chu Zhao’s face was as sinking as water. And it’s a reason that even he can’t know.

Wang Xiaoming didn’t know that starting from yesterday, he had been equated with monsters in Chu Zhao’s eyes. He is now full of thoughts on how to work hard to repay Xiang Wenxun’s love.

On the surface, Chu Zhao treated him as honestly as before, but his speech movements were strictly deleted and selected. Any words that may cause disputes are still dead. Even after Wang Xiaoming was late for nearly forty minutes, he still asked him to eat first.

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

When Wang Xiaoming went there, the people in the canteen happened to be tidying up. He casually ordered some leftovers and found a place to eat.

Barr sat at his opposite table as usual.

boom.

The shiny stainless steel rice bowl was placed in front of his table.

Barr looked up at the visitor displeased.

The rich makeup looks a little vulgar under the incandescent light, but the fluttering style of her eyes conceals the vulgarity.

“Wang Xiaoming.” She moved her hips and was about to sit down towards Baal.

Barr raised his eyebrows.

Wang Xiaoming was worried that Jiang Xueyan would be changed to the elevator like Chu Zhao, and quickly said, “I’m done eating!”

Jiang Xueyan’s movements stopped in the air, her eyes swept over the half of the bowl of rice left in front of him, “Don’t want to sit with me?” She deliberately maintained a posture of whether to sit or not, staring at him patiently.

Wang Xiaoming had to wink at Barr.

Barr pursed his lips.

It wasn’t until Wang Xiaoming was so anxious that he almost stuck his chopsticks on the rice and bowed to him, that Barr moved aside with a cold hum.

Wang Xiaoming exhaled, and smiled towards Jiang Xueyan: “Please sit down.”

Jiang Xueyan sat down slowly and smiled and said, “It seems that you really don’t like my big mouth.” The color of her lipstick is still as bright as blood.

Wang Xiaoming remembered what he said under the pressure of Sister Wang, and said embarrassingly: “I didn’t mean it.”

“It’s even more sad to say unintentionally.” Jiang Xueyan took a meal but didn’t eat it. She took a cigarette out of her pocket, took a deep breath in a neat place, and sprayed it slowly on his face.

Wang Xiaoming choked.

“Don’t smoke?” Jiang Xueyan removed the cigarette.

Wang Xiaoming shook his head.

“Let’s eat then.” Jiang Xueyan pushed her food in his direction, “Not enough to eat here.”

“You don’t want to eat?”

“Don’t eat. Lose weight.”

Wang Xiaoming looked at her thin match-like wrists speechless. He began to suspect that the modern aesthetics of thinness as beauty was led by the government during a certain food crisis.

“I heard you are with my brother?” Jiang Xueyan said casually.

Wang Xiaoming almost spit out a mouthful of rice, “Huh?”

Jiang Xueyan raised the corner of her mouth and laughed at herself: “It seems to be fake.”

“Your brother is…” Is her brother Xiang Wenxun?

“Jiang Junjie.” She paused, “Here, people like to call him Master Jie.”

Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes in surprise.

It was really difficult for him to put the clean and crystal-like Young Master Jie with the beautiful and beautiful young woman in front of him.

“It was Tao Le who said to me.” Jiang Xueyan flicked the soot, “Actually, I was very happy when he told me. My brother is relentless, and has been unable to get out of a dead end for so many years. The wall, but he refused to look back. If there is someone who can make a hole in that wall now, even if it is a dog hole, I would be happy.”

Wang Xiaoming said neatly: “He and I are not what you think.”

“I know.” Jiang Xueyan sighed, put the smoke in the meal, got up with the rice bowl, and smiled at him: “I just want to find someone to talk about.”

…

Wang Xiaoming turned his head and looked at her leaving back, and asked Barr suspiciously: “What did she mean by what she said just now?”

Barr supported his chin and stared at him coldly for a long time before he sneered and said, “I didn’t expect your recent peach blossom luck to be very prosperous.”

Wang Xiaoming lowered his head and pondered over his words several times, “You mean…she likes me?”

“…” Barr curled his lips, “eat.”

Work at night is very easy, most of the time he sits in the office. The foreman of each floor will come in and report to him every hour. This was Chu Zhao’s instruction, and he said that this was his main job in the future.

Wang Xiaoming was very excited at the beginning, after all, he was the only one who stood and sits with others since childhood. This was the first time he encountered someone standing and reporting to him respectfully.

But after three hours he felt something was wrong.

Because those people just report to them, but don’t need him to give any instructions, and they don’t even need to say words of encouragement. There is no difference between himself and the record book.

After the shark went out for the third time, Wang Xiaoming asked Barr timidly, “Is it considered that I have been emptied like this?”

Barr lay on the sofa without raising his eyelids and said, “What can you get?”

…

Wang Xiaoming lowered his head and thought for a long time, and finally understood what he meant-he was always empty.