Xiaomi got out of the car, because there were still rich clothes around his buttocks, he didn't dare to look around, and walked directly towards the house, and he didn't find the fat boss.

Fugui didn't say anything, pretended not to see it, and accompanied Xiaomi to the house where Xiaomi lived.

The fat boss thought to himself, these two actually regarded themselves as air, and he was even more angry.

Fugui entered Xiaomi's boudoir for the first time, the house is not big, one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom, the outside feels that the house is relatively dilapidated, but once you go in, there is a different cave.

Xiaomi let Fugui sit on the sofa, and hurried into the bedroom without hesitating to say hello.

Fugui couldn't help but look around the whole room, the first thing that caught his eye was the coffee table in front of him, the soft light sprinkled on the coffee table, a yellowish silk covered with a set of exquisite tea sets placed in the center of the coffee table, next to the tea set was placed a vase, and a delicate rose was inserted in the bottle.

Turning his head, in the corner of the wall in front of him was a dresser for the daughters of the boudoir, on which was placed a prismatic bronze mirror covered with a brocade sleeve, and in front of the copper mirror was a jewelry box carved with plum blossoms in red lacquer.

Look at the balcony there are several large flower pots, and the green leaves hang high, adding a bit of nutrients to the slightly powdery indoor air.

There was a curtain of purple tulle hanging from the window, fluttering slowly with the breeze, and on the prisms on both sides of the window, a pair of pink curtains were tied, although they were restrained by the straps and not unfolded, but they already felt its beauty.

Fugui was intoxicated with the warmth of the boudoir, only to see Xiaomi change into a pink skirt, walk out of the bedroom with Fugui's clothes in his hand, look at Fugui and said embarrassedly: Brother Fugui, you sit down first, I will help you wash your clothes, I'm sorry to stain your clothes.

Fugui just wanted to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door, Xiaomi ran over to open the door in surprise, and it can be seen from Xiaomi's surprise at the knock that few people come to her house at this point in time.

But Fugui knew that it was the fat boss Shang Xiaobao when he guessed, because he saw it outside the door.

Sure enough, it was the fat boss, he walked in with a very particular bag in his hand, and his face was full of displeasure, and he guessed that what he was mentioning was delicious.

I heard Xiaomi: Boss, why are you here?

The fat boss said in a somewhat unusual voice: Xiaomi, I saw that you were not feeling well when you left at noon, and I was worried about you, so come and take a look, I didn't disturb you.

The fat boss said and turned his head to look at Chang Fugui, who also happened to look at him.

At this moment, the room was quiet, and there seemed to be an undercurrent surging in the air.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, like an invisible contest.

It was Fugui who broke the silence first and said: Mr. Shang is really a good boss, it is really rare to care so much about his subordinates, there is such a good boss Xiaomi, you have to work harder and work hard, said and moved his buttocks, and asked Mr. Shang to come and sit down.

Fugui's tone of voice is like the taste of Xiaomi's boyfriend.

Xiaomi nodded and said: Mr. Shang is like our good big brother, he is usually very good to our employees, and he asked Mr. Shang to sit down.

The two of them sang and harmonized, and the cooperation was seamless, as if it was a script that had been sparred in advance.

Mr. Shang originally knocked on the door with anger and came in, but he didn't know how to open his mouth when they said he wanted to lose his temper.

I saw the fat boss walking towards the sofa next to Fugui, and said as he walked: Director Chang is also here, it's really fateful, how can you, the big director, have time to come here, and sat on the sofa as he spoke.

Fugui obviously felt that the sofa trembled, as if it was about to fall apart, indeed, his physique made it a little difficult for such a delicate small sofa to bear.

Fugui said without concealment: In the afternoon, I asked Xiaomi to go to the suburbs to relax, and I just sent her back after eating a barbecue, Xiaomi didn't go to work today, delaying the work in the store, and I hope Mr. Shang will forgive me.

Fugui directly used the word "about" and gave the fat boss a thorough point.

Fugui knew that the fat boss liked millet, so he made his words clear, the meaning was obvious, millet belongs to Lao Tzu, don't fantasize about it, such a good cabbage must not let the pig arch.

The fat boss was stunned by what he said, he didn't expect this guy to speak so bluntly, she twisted her bloated neck a little hard and looked back at Xiaomi.

Seeing the fat boss's gaze for verification, Xiaomi did not evade, and said naturally generously: Yes, I am a little depressed today, I don't feel well, Brother Fugui pulled me out to relax, now it's much better, the boss can go to work tomorrow.

When Xiaomi speaks, the little face is like an unfolded white orchid, happiness is all written on the face, overflowing with a sense of pleasure, and a fool can see that Xiaomi is full of satisfaction with this undecided boyfriend

Fugui and Xiaomi are both smart people, and since Fugui has made everything clear, there is no need for Xiaomi to hide it.

Xiaomi said, came to the single seat on the sofa next to him, folded the rich clothes in his hand and put them on the back of the sofa, and then sat on the sofa.

The fat boss's mood couldn't be calm, his nose twitched, and the peace on his face gradually faded, covered with a layer of black clouds, and his small eyes lost their moving charm.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't seem to say it, and he felt a bitter, spicy gas like fire stuck in his throat.

He stood up and walked back and forth in the room.

Indeed, no one can be calm when this kind of thing happens, not to mention that the fat boss has liked Xiaomi for more than a year, or Xiaomi's cousin has been matching, although Xiaomi has been avoiding it and not breaking it, but the fat boss still pays his feelings, and has been looking forward to Xiaomi's recognition.

Xiaomi and Fugui both understand that the fat boss is in a very bad mood at the moment, and they are a little unbearable.

Xiaomi knows that the fat boss likes himself very much, but he doesn't like him at all, seeing the fat boss's uncomfortable appearance, Xiaomi is not a taste in his heart, he must have gotten along with him in the fat boss's store for more than a year, the fat boss is really good, especially to her is even more considerate.

But good and emotional are two different things entirely.

Millet unnaturally folded her feet and curled up on the sofa, her delicate and small chin resting on her knees, her curly eyelashes fluttering and blinking, and her calm gaze hid the sweetness and joy in her heart.

Fugui didn't speak, took out his cigarette and found a lighter, lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, because he knew that what he said at this time was superfluous.