Spirit Boss - 51. Staff Officer (Part 2)

The secretary quickly brought the suit, shoes and shirt, and in front of Wang Xiaoming, put a pink card with gold border into the pocket of the suit.

Wang Xiaoming said: “What is that?”

The secretary said: “Reservation for the Rose Room. At five o’clock in the evening, remember to be punctual.” Although Xiang Wenxun was surprisingly good to him, she still couldn’t say anything to flatter this face. After handing him the suit, she left soon.

Wang Xiaoming touched the sleeve of the suit, frowning and said: “I heard that this kind of suit needs to be dry-cleaned, which is very expensive.”

Barr disdainfully said: “Are you going to wear this thing a second time?”

Wang Xiaoming touched it reluctantly, then suddenly raised his head and said, “Why don’t you sell it?”

Barr thought for a while and said, “If you wear it once and then sell it, it’s worth a bit.”

Wang Xiaoming happily put his suit on the bed and ran to take a shower.

Barr stood by the bathroom door for a while, and walked in after hearing the sound of water inside.

Wang Xiaoming, who was punching his head, didn’t notice a pair of eyes beside him at all, until he wiped his face and was about to reach for the shampoo, he was shocked, “You, how did you come in?”

Barr clasped his chest, like a trafficker, looked at him from the beginning to the end with a critical gaze, and said for a long time: “Except for your skin, you are really worthless.”

Wang Xiaoming grabbed the bath towel and quickly wrapped his lower body, “Go out.”

Barr looked at his red skin from his shyness, and somehow he wanted to touch it.

He has always been an activist. Once you think about it, do it without hesitation.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the approaching hand in horror, and didn’t even have the courage to scream.

Barr put his hand on his shoulder, then slowly slid down his back and stopped on his hip.

…

The goose bumps on Wang Xiaoming’s whole body are all up.

The water was still rushing, scouring his calf, but the temperature of the water couldn’t get rid of the chill in his heart at all.

Barr’s finger pressed suddenly.

Wang Xiaoming’s ass dented and bounced again.

“Good elasticity.” Barr discovered another advantage besides his skin.

Wang Xiaoming almost cried when he was touched.

Barr retracted his hands, folded his hands across his chest, stepped back two steps, slammed his chin and said: “Let’s wash.”

…

He stared at him like this, how would he wash it?

Wang Xiaoming pressed the bath towel with both hands desperately, staring at him with big eyes.

Barr raised his eyebrows impatiently. “Not washing yet?”

“Can you go out, I’m washing?” Wang Xiaoming asked tremblingly, fearing that his tone was too intense and accidentally angered him and made him do extreme things.

Baldao: “I have to watch it sooner or later anyway, I have to let myself adapt in advance.”

“…What to adapt to?”

“All your terrible shortcomings.”

…

Don’t look at it if it’s terrible.

Wang Xiaoming had to admit that his words still dealt a considerable blow to him.

“Am I really that bad?”

Barr began to break his fingers. “The word is too short.”

Wang Xiaoming looked at himself standing in the bathtub, and then at him standing outside the bathtub, silently.

“The legs are too short.”

…

I have already watched it just now, so I don’t need to watch it anymore, Wang Xiaoming continued to lower his head.

“And it’s not straight enough.” Barr looked at his slightly curved calf with disgust.

Wang Xiaoming tried to bring his legs together.

“There is no meat on the breast.” Barr frowned.

…

Wang Xiaoming retorted timidly, “I am a man.”

“What about the pectoral muscles?” Even the shortest dwarves have them, but he doesn’t. Barr’s eyes were almost spurned.

Wang Xiaoming pulled up the bath towel.

“Why are there scars on my thighs?”

“When I was young, I was accidentally scalded by hot water.”

Barr said blankly: “The advantages of your skin have been halved.”

“…”

“The shoulders are not wide enough.”

“…”

“Last point.” Barr pointed to the place that was tightly covered by Wang Xiaoming with a bath towel. “It’s too small.”

…

Wang Xiaoming was shocked: “What?”

“It’s too small.” Barr repeated.

“You mean,” Wang Xiaoming swallowed, “Let me be No. 1?” If it’s not No. 1, why should I care about his size.

“1?” Barr’s eyebrows moved quickly toward the center. “Do you think I’m the kind of person whose life is corrupt?”

Wang Xiaoming was even more confused, “Huh?”

“Since I have accepted your confession, no matter how bad your conditions are, I will only want you as long as you are alive.” ”

…

Wang Xiaoming looked at him blankly.

Barr looked at his redder skin, frowning and tightening, “Are you going to have a fever?”

“No, no, I want to take a shower, take a bath.” He said, rushing into the water.

The impulse of the shower head is not very strong, and the water is sprinkled on top of his head, flowing down in all directions along the curvature of his head.

The whole head seemed to be wrapped in warmth.

He rushed for a while until he had difficulty breathing and turned around and wiped the water off his face with his hands.

Barr’s original position was empty.

Wang Xiaoming stood blankly for a while, with a sweet smile at the corner of his mouth, unbuttoned the bath towel, hummed a small tune in a very low voice, and continued to take a bath.

After the shower, Wang Xiaoming was energetic when he changed into the suit that Mr. Xiang gave him.

The leather shoes are a bit high inside, which makes him more heroic.

He spent a long time looking in the mirror in the bedroom and walked out of the room after not finding any flaws.

Barr was sitting in the living room, so bored he changed the coffee table from east to west, and from west to east.

“Barr.” Wang Xiaoming called out softly, and then found his voice trembling a little.

Barr turned his head.

Wang Xiaoming said nervously: “How is it?”

Barr nodded, “Yes.”

A small flower bud appeared in Wang Xiaoming’s heart, ready to bloom.

“It covers your calf.”

The buds freeze.

“With your breasts.”

The buds are wilting.

Barr waved. The coffee table returned to its original position, “It’s almost time, let’s go.”

When Wang Xiaoming looked up, he realized that it was already half past four. It took him nearly two hours to take a shower and change clothes?

He glanced at Barr secretly and found that he was not even angry.

“Wait.” Barr paused suddenly, “lie down.”

…

Due to too many times and too frequently, Wang Xiaoming has become quite numb and accustomed to this instruction.

Barr watched him lie down obediently, and slowly put his hand on his chest.

In the black star bead, the three characters Chang Haitao are almost so faint that no trace can be seen. Xiang Wenxun hasn’t changed much, but his name has changed the most.

The name that was originally dark has gradually turned gray, and the font is a bit bigger than the original.

…

What is this situation?

Barr, who didn’t know whether it was good or bad, looked directly at his body.

The calf connecting the sole of the foot has appeared, and the other foot has five intact toes…

Barr was excited.

At this rate, his body may recover from its source within a year.

“Have you recovered?” Wang Xiaoming couldn’t help but ask when he looked at him with joy.

“Not yet.” He slowly let go of his hand, with a smile still remaining in his eyes, “You have to work hard.” As he said, he touched his hair happily.

…

Wang Xiaoming raised his hand blankly and touched the place he had touched.

Barr didn’t notice this little movement of him. His mind has been completely immersed in a year later, with the perfect state of killing back to hell, looking for Lucifer’s imagination. The thought of Lucifer looking dumbfounded when he saw his majestic arrival, he wanted to laugh out loud.

“Uh, it seems almost five o’clock.” Wang Xiaoming sat up, combing his hair with his fingers.

Barr put away his imagination and snorted coldly: “It’s best if these tricks are effective. If I come back and find that the Black Star Orb hasn’t changed in any way, hum, hum.”

…

So, even for Mr. Xiang, does he have to change the Black Star Orb more?

But how can he love more?

On the way to the rose room, Wang Xiaoming’s mind has been haunting this question.

The Rose Room is on the fifteenth floor of the Silver Pavilion. It is a VIP box in the French restaurant. Reservations must be made in advance on weekdays.

Wang Xiaoming originally only memorized this paragraph when memorizing information, but he never came. So when he walked into the dining table that was completely surrounded by roses of various colors, he couldn’t help but sigh.

The waiter eagerly led him to sit down, smiling warmly but not letting him be too restrained. He delivered a gilt-edged menu to him, and smiled: “The dinner item has been ordered for Mr. Wang. If Mr. Wang has no objection, I will serve it.”

Wang Xiaoming glanced at the menu, then nodded, “Okay.” Anyway, it’s just something that hasn’t been eaten before, and everything is the same.

“I don’t know when the other gentleman will come. Will he serve the food together?”

Wang Xiaoming was stunned, “Another gentleman?”

The waiter said: “Mr. Xiang ordered two meals for Mr. Wang.”

Wang Xiaoming looked at Barr, who was already automatically and spontaneously seated on the opposite side, nodded dullly and said, “Let’s serve food together.”

There is a silver candlestick in the center of the dining table, and three candles are burning at the same time.

Barr’s face glowed with a golden shimmer in the candlelight.

Maybe it’s because of a good mood. At this moment, he looks slightly different from when Wang Xiaoming first saw him.

At least, he doesn’t look like a decadent noble, but like a righteous noble.

The dishes will come soon.

Wang Xiaoming used his knife and fork carefully.

Those stars on TV always fiddled with knives and forks gracefully, but when things came, he knew that the simpler things were more difficult to do.

Barr clasped his chest and watched his awkward movements. When he couldn’t bear it, he would give two pointers.

Finally found a less awkward way to use it, Wang Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief, fork a piece of lamb chops cut into triangles, and put it in his mouth. “You don’t want to eat?” He regretted after asking. Probably because Barr now looks like a normal person, he subconsciously regards him as his own kind.

Barr said with a faint smile: “How do you want me to eat?”

Wang Xiaoming thought about it seriously, “Can I burn it for you?”