Spirit Boss - 57. Intimacy (below)

Although the corridor of the dormitory is not long, Wang Xiaoming cleaned very carefully. He even extended the areas that needed to be cleaned up to the concrete floor at the door of the dormitory. As a result, the cleaners who had cleaned there completely lost their enthusiasm for work and became a sanitation inspection. ‘S inspector-and he’s still an inspector who can’t find faults.

After being slid twice on the floor like a skating rink in front of his home, Chu Zhao finally learned from the pain, and gave Wang Xiaoming a job of patrolling the building seriously.

Since then, Wang Xiaoming, the head of the cleaning department, has finally touched the little tail of the word supervisor, and he is officially listed on duty.

Although Barr is quite verbal about wandering around aimlessly in the Silver Pavilion building every day, his verbal criticism is really a’wei’ word for the body that is rapidly recovering in the Black Star Orb.

“You have checked three floors.” Barr complained behind him.

Wang Xiaoming held the sanitation inspection form in his hand and carefully checked the ones that were done and those that were not done.

“You have checked three floors!” Barr’s voice raised slightly.

Wang Xiaoming stopped.

Barr raised his eyebrows. Humph, I finally heard it.

“Oops, it’s only three floors, and there are five floors left unchecked. Let’s go faster.” Wang Xiaoming scratched his forehead with his pen and continued to walk forward, but he fell into Baal’s arms.

“Why are you standing in front of me?” Wang Xiaoming just took a half step back when he was surrounded by a pair of strong arms.

While holding him firmly in his arms, Barr said to himself: “No wonder humans don’t like their wives to go out and show their faces.”

“No, now society advocates equality between men and women, and wives can also hold up half of the sky.” Wang Xiaoming replied subconsciously, and then raised his head, “And the distance between us cannot exceed five meters, so even if you don’t want to show up, there is no way. .”

…

Barr released his hand, flexed his chin, looked at him in a weird tone, and said, “Did you understand something wrong?”

“What’s the matter?” Wang Xiaoming asked perfunctorily, still scanning the corridor for hygiene.

“In our relationship, I am the husband.” Barr felt that this must be figured out. He didn’t want to fight for this all day long like Lucifer and Michael.

Wang Xiaoming’s cruising gaze suddenly focused on his eyes, “Huh?”

“This needs’ah’?!” Barr was very dissatisfied, “In the relationship between husband and wife, the strong side is the husband.” Between them, it is obvious that he is the strong side.

Wang Xiaoming frowned and thought for a while, nodded and said, “Okay.”

…

“What does it mean?” Could it be that he meant that he reluctantly gave it to him? ! Barr grinds his teeth, and the fingers hooking his chin have an urge to scratch him severely.

“You are a husband.” Wang Xiaoming repeated.

Barr’s face turned slightly, “Huh. Just remember.”

The phone in Wang Xiaoming’s pocket suddenly rang.

When he answered the phone, the security guard informed him that a guest was walking in his direction, and suggested that he enter the stairwell and wait first.

The silver pavilion’s rule that only appears when the guests need it is loved by most of the guests. Because the people who come here are all successful people with good looks, power and power, and the nature here is not strong enough, so for the guests, if you can see a few people, you will rarely see a few people—although, this in itself is a kind of self-deception.

Wang Xiaoming walked into the stairwell.

Barr stood outside the stairwell, clasping his chest in the direction of the people.

Wang Xiaoming worried: “You don’t want to change people again, do you?”

Barr said in a huff: “Do you think I like to change people?”

…

He really thought so.

Wang Xiaoming nodded secretly, but made no sound.

Baldow: “I only remove them when I want people to disappear.”

…

So, from the number of times he changed people away, what he likes is not to change people, but to disappear?

Wang Xiaoming stuck out his tongue.

“I bother!”

Suddenly there was a loud roar from a man from the other end of the corridor, and immediately after something hit the wall, a mural hanging on the wall fell off and hit the ground with a bang.

Wang Xiaoming quietly pushed the door open a small gap and looked at it with his eyes.

I saw a middle-aged man with a big belly and sparse hair drunkly poking his finger at the forehead of a young man sitting by the wall.

“What do you look at! I bought you… you know? I bought it, all your body, food, and clothes belong to Laozi! I now ask you to find Xu Yiming for me…go, call You go find someone!” He stretched out his leg and kicked the young man, “Not yet!”

The young man was kicked twice in the thigh, but he still stood up and laughed like a okay person: “Ming Shao went to the hospital. I took a vacation for several days. It will take a few days to return.”

“Hospital? What kind of hospital to go to? The fucking kid is not a wife. If you get too many people, you will have to go to the hospital for an abortion.” The middle-aged man mumbled for a long time, and suddenly slapped him with the back of his hand. “You What the fuck?!”

The white face of the young man was slightly red, his lips twitched twice, and he wanted to have an attack, but he suppressed himself: “If Mr. Yu doesn’t like me, why don’t you go back and pick someone you like?”

“Preferred? Where’s Xu Yiming? I like Xu Yiming!” Mr. Yu began to slap again.

Wang Xiaoming watched his blood boil. He sees a lot of scum, but there are not many scumbags at the same level as Mr. Zhang. He whispered to Barr: “Why don’t you change him away?” He has been expecting Barr to show off since just now.

Barr shrugged, “I think it’s interesting.”

“…”

Why is this interesting?

Wang Xiaoming scratched the door without paying attention. The door was opened by the top of his head, and his weight fell out unsteadily.

Fortunately, Barr grabbed his collar in time…

The youth of Yu Zonghe watched him fall out like this, stopped at a 45-degree angle between his face and the ground, and then stood up at fifty degrees, sixty degrees…ninety degrees.

Wang Xiaoming twisted his neck and said with a dry smile: “I’m here to patrol the building to check the cleaning work.”

“…”

Wang Xiaoming grabbed his neck and rubbed his hands nervously a few times. “The silver hall, the floor of the silver hall is still quite clean.”

“…”

“You seemed to be very busy just now.” Wang Xiaoming’s face almost froze with a smile, but the two people on the other side still didn’t react at all.

Barr was very happy at the play, and didn’t mean to help at all.

“You said,” Wang Xiaoming covered his mouth with his hand, and said in a low voice, “I walk back to the stairwell now, would they assume that nothing has happened?”

Barr thinks the plot is well designed, “You try it.”

Wang Xiaoming really tried, moving his feet back little by little.

The young man suddenly said, “Are you an employee of the service department?”

Wang Xiaoming’s heels stopped, and he smiled stiffly: “Yes. You… can you see me?”

The young man crossed his chest with one hand, put up the other hand and pretended to hold his face, covering the half of the cheek that had been beaten, and smiled and said, “Your martial arts are very good.”

…

Martial arts?

Wang Xiaoming thought blankly: From Chu Zhao’s spells to martial arts, is it a downgrade?

“Are you interested in making a lot of money?” Mr. Yu hiccuped and walked up unkindly.

The young man’s hand stretched out slightly, but it retracted again.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Mr. Yu’s swaying figure, then at Barr’s cold expression, and kindly reminded him: “You don’t come here again.”

“I’ll pour a glass of sober tea for Mr. Yu.” After the young man said, he turned and ran.

Wang Xiaoming sighed: “Did he know that Superman is about to transform, so he made it clear?”

Barr sneered: “He was out of control for fear of causing trouble to his upper body.”

As he was talking, Mr. Yu had already walked in front of him, “One night, ten thousand!”

It was only after Wang Xiaoming entered the silver hall that he realized that he actually had the capital to be a Taiwanese player. From Mr. Zhang to Mr. Yu… He has been ordered for the second time.

Barr said: “Where do you want him to sleep?”

“Uh, where there will be no deaths.”

“As you wish.” Barr snapped his fingers.

Mr. Yu, who was about to reach out to touch Wang Xiaoming’s face, blinked like this, and found that his eyes were dark and he couldn’t see anything.

…

“What is this place?”

“anyone there?”

“…A man or a ghost?”

“Hey?!”

…

Wang Xiaoming looked at the empty corridor and curiously asked, “Where did you get him?”

Barr said nonchalantly: “The big warehouse I passed by last time.”

“…There is only open once a week.” Wang Xiaoming began to worry.

Barr pouted.

“And it’s Sunday every week.” Wang Xiaoming frowned, “it’s only Friday today.”

Barr narrowed his eyes. “Are you going to rest tomorrow?”

“Yes.” Wang Xiaoming said in embarrassment after he answered, “The point I want to say is not this.”

“Let’s go on a date.” Barr announced happily.

“Huh?” He was clearly discussing just now…

“How do humans like to date?” Barr touched his chin, “Go to Xiang Wenxun to arrange.”

“Wait.” Wang Xiaoming grabbed his arm and said, “Don’t bother Mr. Xiang any more.”

Barr said: “What kind of trouble is this? He wants me to trouble him. The sooner my body recovers, the sooner his brother can wake up.”

“Didn’t you say that with the current progress, at most half a month will be able to recover?”

Barr grinned: “Yes. In order to keep pace, we have to date more.”

“But……”

“It’s so decided.” Barr arbitrarily decided.

“No, I have something to say.” Wang Xiaoming squatted down halfway, hanging onto him strangely, to hold him back.

Barr stopped. “What do you want to say?”

“…” Wang Xiaoming stayed for a while before he got up and let go of his hand, and said to himself in confusion, “Yes, what do I want to say?”

Barr cocked his mouth triumphantly.

In the warehouse.

A voice screamed sternly: “Help! Let me out! Is there anyone!… Oh, I was wrong, I dare not… Guanyin Bodhisattva, I burn you a lot of incense every day. , You show up.”

However, although his voice was loud, he was locked inside by a powerful noise barrier composed of steel door panels and cement walls, ensuring the peace of passers-by.