Spirit Boss - 56. Intimacy (medium)

Since the age of three, Wang Xiaoming, who has enjoyed the senior treatment of one person and one room because of his unlucky physique, initially thought that if one more person sleeps, he will not be used to insomnia. But when he woke up the next morning and saw Barr’s familiar black suit, he knew that it only took a second to get rid of the habit.

“Do you know you are snoring?” Barr’s voice came from above his head.

Wang Xiaoming’s face flushed immediately, and he whispered: “I don’t know. My previous roommates haven’t mentioned it. Maybe it was too tired last night.”

“Too tired last night?” Barr’s voice was slightly strange.

Wang Xiaoming remembered the lingering last night, the color on his face suddenly became redder, “I, I mean, playing games is too tired.”

“game?”

“…” He finally found that the future of this topic was getting darker and darker. “Are you sleeping well? Did I bother you?”

Barr said: “Not bad. Listening to your snoring one night made me fully realize… I am not deaf.”

Wang Xiaoming’s head was buried in the quilt, showing two red and purple ears.

“I’m sorry.” A muffled apology came from the quilt.

…

Barr wondered: “Can’t you tell, am I joking?”

Wang Xiaoming slowly showed his head from the quilt, “Huh?”

“You slept very quietly last night, as quiet as a cat.” Barr rubbed his hair smoothly.

Wang Xiaoming stayed in a daze and said: “The cat will be stunned.”

…

Barr smirked: “The way you pierce is very special.”

Suddenly, Wang Xiaoming realized that what he said was ambiguous, and he shook his hand quickly: “No, I am not…” Before the latter words could be spoken, he was swallowed by Baal.

…

Ten minutes later.

Wang Xiaoming stood in front of the mirror next to the sink, looked at his swollen lips, and said to himself: “How can I go to work in a while?”

“Are you going to work?” Barr leaned against the bathroom door frame.

“Of course.” Wang Xiaoming wiped his lips with toothpaste, “I took a day off yesterday. If I don’t go to work today, I will definitely be fired.”

Barr clasped his chest and said, “Do you think Xiang Wenxun will do it?”

Wang Xiaoming’s hand paused, and then he continued: “Even if he doesn’t, I’m not embarrassed to stay any longer.”

Barr was incomprehensible to his way of thinking, “You don’t know what is taking advantage? What is not for nothing? What is for nothing?”

Wang Xiaoming turned his head to look at him seriously, “Which of these three words is a commendatory word?”

Barr: “…”

Wang Xiaoming thought for a while, and suddenly said, “Don’t you need to work in hell?”

…

Does finding fault count?

Does revenge count?

Does planning a conspiracy count?

…

Barr decided to ignore this question.

Fortunately, Wang Xiaoming didn’t intend to hear the answer. After applying several layers of toothpaste on his lips to reduce the swelling, he raced against the clock to go to the kitchen to cook noodles.

Seeing that he was as busy as a top, Barr couldn’t help but remind him: “What are you doing in such a hurry? It’s too early for your work time.”

Wang Xiaoming opened a mouth, and a piece of hardened toothpaste immediately fell from his lips. He squatted down, picking it up and said: “I want to clean the entire silver hall today. Manager Chu said last night.”

Barr snorted coldly: “If he dares, I will send him under the blood waterfall.”

Wang Xiaoming said in a daze, “What is the blood waterfall?”

“Hell’s tourist attraction.” It should be counted. When I first arrived in hell, there were indeed many fallen angels to go sightseeing there.

“Sounds… not bad?” Wang Xiaoming’s tone was very suspicious.

“It’s really good. There will be many abyssal demons who will make friends with him.” Barsen smiled, “but I know they mind if they mind having an extra braised pork on the table.”

Wang Xiaoming pursed his lower lip, then dropped a quick toothpaste, and said deeply: “I think Manager Chu is a good person.”

Barr smiled and said, “Do you know that I am a fallen angel?”

Although Wang Xiaoming wondered why he mentioned this, he nodded obediently.

“So I hate good people.”

…

Wang Xiaoming persuaded him in a different way, “Actually, I really want to clean the entire silver pavilion.” Afraid that he would not believe it, he increased his tone and said, “Really.”

“That’s it.” Barr dragged his tone slowly.

Wang Xiaoming nodded desperately.

“Then I will move Chu Zhao to the top of the blood waterfall.”

Wang Xiaoming didn’t know why he had such a soft spot for the Blood Falls and insisted that Chu Zhao travel there. However, out of concern for his colleagues and superiors, he asked very much, “There should be no demons there, right?”

“No.”

As soon as Wang Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief, he listened to Barr and continued with a smile, “But he will be washed under the blood waterfall.”

Wang Xiaoming: “…”

Hurry up, Wang Xiaoming finally hurried out at two o’clock in the afternoon. When he went out, the redness and swelling of his lips finally subsided a little, and he was a little relieved.

There are only a few staff on duty at the silver pavilion at this time, and few guests will open the door this morning.

Wang Xiaoming asked the staff on duty for a vacuum cleaner and a mop, and started cleaning from the first floor.

Barr followed Wang Xiaoming’s busy figure boredly.

Due to the five-meter law, when Wang Xiaoming is cleaning, he can only be a supervisor on one side. Fortunately, the dormitory of the silver building is chic, but the area is not large, and in order for him to play games while he is sleeping, Wang Xiaoming specially sticks the bed to the wall next to the corridor.

Thinking of this, Barr slowly raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Although this human being is timid, cowardly, stupid and stubborn, he is still very careful in some respects. Therefore, he can barely tolerate his cowardice, stupidity and stubbornness.

When Chu Zhao came to the silver hall, Wang Xiaoming was already carrying a vacuum cleaner and a mop, and started heading towards the second floor.

After Chu Zhao, who didn’t see him in the office, knew his location from the monitoring room, he rushed over, “What are you doing here?”

Wang Xiaoming slowly straightened up his sore waist and said with a smile: “Clean up, didn’t you say that you asked me to clean all the grounds of the silver pavilion last night?”

“…” Why is he so obedient? Why didn’t he even complain? He… why doesn’t he retaliate against him at all? Chu Zhao feels that he slept in the wardrobe last night unjustly. Even more unjustly, the first thing he did here was to put a resignation letter on Xiang Wenxun’s desk.

Seeing him staring at him blankly, Wang Xiaoming’s expression on his face was unpredictable, and he couldn’t help but worry: “Are you okay?”

“Why don’t you resist?” Chu Zhao said suddenly. He really can’t hold it back anymore, and being a demon to his level is a failure, right? No temper at all.

Wang Xiaoming said blankly: “Huh?”

“Do you have no complaints about the unreasonable work arrangement of cleaning the entire silver pavilion?”

Barr, who had originally looked at him unpleasant, stared at him as soon as he appeared, and was ready to throw him at some unknown place at any time, suddenly smiled. It seems that Wang Xiaoming is not the only one tortured by Wang Xiaoming’s strange thinking.

Wang Xiaoming said: “I have been idle a while ago, and it is normal to do more now.”

…

How can it be normal for one person to clean the entire silver pavilion? !

If he didn’t want to see if Wang Xiaoming was digging a trap for him before he left, would he really wrap up the entire silver pavilion by himself today?

Chu Zhao suddenly discovered that the most terrifying thing about monsters was not their mana, but their Martian thinking!

“Well, anyway, you are the same… You never thought of using your mana to do something?” Anyway, people are going to leave, and Chu Zhao simply confided everything. Seeing Wang Xiaoming’s stunned expression, he quickly promised, “But don’t worry, I won’t reveal your identity. Well, even if I reveal it, no one will believe it… How can there be such a monster in this world? !”

Wang Xiaoming looked at him for a long time, until Chu Zhao started to calculate the escape route, he said, “Huh?”

…

Barr leaned against the wall and laughed.

Wang Xiaoming turned his head and asked, “Do you know what he is talking about?”

Barr looked at Chu Zhao’s sudden pale face and slowly nodded.

“He said…” Wang Xiaoming just wanted to ask when he heard a series of footsteps going away. Looking back, there was only time to see a string of smoke billowing behind Chu Zhao.

…

Wang Xiaoming said solemnly: “The ground is really dirty.”

…

The shoes are dirty.

There is one more reason for Barr’s dissatisfaction with Chu Zhao.

In the end, Chu Zhao did not succeed, because the moment he stepped out of the silver pavilion with one foot, Xiang Wenxun, who saw his resignation letter, called.

So someone had to carefully touch back this magical and weird building.

Compared with his mental torture, Wang Xiaoming suffered physical torture.

Although he kept cleaning except for the ten minutes of eating, when it was twelve o’clock, he still only cleaned to the seventh floor.

Looking at Wang Xiaoming, who was about to lose his waist, Barr finally got angry, “Don’t you know what is enough to stop?”

Wang Xiaoming leaned on the mop in both hands, panting and said: “I just want to have a beginning and an end.”

Barr frowned slowly.

Chu Zhao, who was discussing the prospect of the silver hall with Xiang Wenxun, blinked and found himself in the corridor, and in front of him was Wang Xiaoming with an innocent look, “What…what do you want to do?” He swallowed nervously. I knew that I shouldn’t have been fooled by Xiang Wenxun’s interests and prospects and promised to stay.

Wang Xiaoming smiled dryly: “If I said, it wasn’t me, do you believe it or not?”

“…” Chu Zhao looked unbelieving.

“I didn’t do it.” Wang Xiaoming thought for a while and explained in a relatively easy-to-understand way, “Actually, it’s because there is one beside me, only I can see it, others can’t see…”

“Okay! I understand!” Chu Zhao is more afraid of ghosts than monsters. No way, ghosts are popular in horror movies recently, and monsters are all acting in literary and artistic movies.

“Then you… what is your friend’s wish?” Chu Zhao smiled stiffly.

Wang Xiaoming glanced at Barr.

Barr pointed to the mop.

Wang Xiaoming was embarrassed and said, “It’s nothing, but I can’t finish my work today…”

“Don’t tell me, are you still cleaning?” Chu Zhao looked at the environment, “The seventh floor? Did you clean up to the seventh floor alone?”

Wang Xiaoming nodded.

Chu Zhao opened his mouth speechlessly, and sighed for a long time, “If you were to discover a talent like you earlier, how much salary would the Silver Hall save?”

Wang Xiaoming sighed, “But I can’t finish cleaning.”

“…You want to make me feel guilty?” It made him look like Chu peeling. “I’m just talking, I didn’t really let you clean the entire floor. In fact, each floor is cleaned by its own hands. You …Uh, you are enough to clean one corridor every day.”

“Isn’t this too little?”

“No. We pursue excellence.”

“Which corridor?”

Chu Zhao thought for a while, “The corridor in front of our dormitory. It’s easier to go home like this.”

“…”

Chu Zhao wanted to say something, but after opening his eyes, he found himself back in Xiang Wenxun’s office.

Xiang Wenxun raised his head and glanced at him, and said calmly: “What’s left?”

Chu Zhao slowly sat back on the sofa, stroking his heart that was still beating wildly, and said with a dry smile: “No, I just want to wait for you to get off work together.”