The Boss I Picked Up All Fell In Love With Me

Chapter 27: The giant cannon fodder counterattack (27)

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Xu Yanyan was so anxious that tears filled her eyes, she explained in a panic, "I, I am also kind..."

Fu Shijun's face sank completely: "Go out."

His voice was not loud, not even stern, but there was an indifference in his deep voice that seemed to freeze people.

From these two short words, Xu Yanyan read out the second half of the sentence that Fu Shijun didn't say—

If she dares to cry another word, she doesn't even need to change jobs, just get out.

Although her heart was full of grievances, Xu Yanyan still froze with tears in her eyes when she thought of the serious consequences of being fired.

Her eyes were red and tears were falling. She choked and replied, "Fu, Mr. Fu, I know, it's my fault, I'll go now."

She is beautiful, and she is not ferocious when crying. Instead, she is weak and delicate, and it is easy to arouse people's sympathy.

Unfortunately, Mr. Fu has never met the words "Lianxiangxiyu" in his life, since he was born.

Facing Xu Yanyan's pitiful posture, she even felt it was an eyesore.

This kind of employee who can only cry when encountering things is unbearable.

After he finished speaking, he regarded Xu Yanyan as air, softened his voice, turned his head and said to Su Zui who was lowering his head to concentrate on studying the document: "Xiao Zui, come here, I suddenly remembered that there is still one place to be changed."

Su Zui handed over the opened document and smiled slightly: "I have found it, look, is it here?"

In front of Su Zui, Fu Shijun can be called the most caring teacher in the world.

Before getting the document, he exclaimed as if he was sure: "Really? Xiaozui is really amazing."

The man who was still threatening her in cold words just now turned his head and whispered to others. This kind of strong gap makes everyone feel uncomfortable.

Xu Yanyan was unwilling and humiliated, she couldn't stay here any longer, she turned and left with tears in her eyes.

"boom-"

A dull voice sounded abruptly in the office as Xu Yanyan turned around.

It turned out that Xu Yanyan was too flustered when she turned around, and her elbow accidentally brought down the teacup on the table, spilling all the tea.

When Fu Shijun took the document in his hand, it happened that the tea was spilled on the front. The paper soon became wrinkled because of the water, and even the annotations on it were smeared and blurred.

But it's not the worst.

The most serious thing is that some of the light brown tea flowed down the document to Fu Shijun.

The very tidy black suit was stained with water, and there was a large dark area from the chest to the lower abdomen, which looked abrupt and weird.

Fu Shijun's face turned black.

Xu Yanyan didn't expect such an accident, so scared that she forgot to continue crying: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu! I didn't mean to—"

As she spoke, she hurriedly took out the tissue from the tissue box, ready to wipe Fu Shijun's clothes.

Just when she was about to meet Fu Shijun, a thin and white hand suddenly stretched out from the side and lightly blocked her hand.

She looked up along the hand and saw Su Zui who had already stood up from the chair.

Su Zui's face was cold, "Mr. Fu has a wound on his arm, don't make trouble here, go out."

Xu Yanyan opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but Su Zui's eyes seemed to have been quenched and fell on her, and the sense of fear was no weaker than when Fu Shijun looked at her coldly just now.

She couldn't help but run away.

After Su Zui blocked Xu Yanyan's hand, he took out a tissue and wiped it for Fu Shijun.

Fu Shijun still wanted to be self-reliant: "I'll-"

Su Zui unceremoniously pushed his hand that came to receive the tissue: "Sit the injured person, don't move, you pulled the injured arm, we have to go back to the hospital now."

Fu Shijun's hand that was pushed away froze for a while in the air, and finally fell gently back to his side, letting the young man in front of him lower his head and focus on wiping the water stains on his clothes.

After Su Zui wiped off his dark suit jacket, he stopped to look at it, and then reached out and started to unbutton the jacket.

Fu Shijun sensed his intention, his pupils shrank for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "This is not necessary."

"No, it's wet inside," Su Zui insisted, "wipe it clean."

Fu Shijun glanced down and couldn't help pursing his lips.

Su Zui's hands were originally white, but they were lined by his black suit, and they were even more white and shiny and wanted to shine. The slender fingertips grabbed the button, even if the intention was righteous, but in Fu Shijun's eyes, it was still difficult to calm people down.

Su Zui noticed the strangeness in his expression, but just pretended he didn't see it, and continued the movements in his hands.

He knew that if he didn't plan to be with Fu Shijun, he had better not make any misleading actions.

But now Fu Shijun only has one arm that can be used, and he is clumsy.

It would be too cold-blooded for him to stand on the sidelines in order to avoid suspicion.

Fu Shijun didn't speak anymore, he quickly unbuttoned his suit jacket.

As he expected, the white shirt inside was also completely wet.

From the collarbone to the lower abdomen, there are traces of being moistened by the tea, and the shirt that became translucent after being soaked in water was attached to the skin, basically losing its shielding effect.

Through a thin layer of barrier, Su Zui clearly saw the obvious muscle curvature under the clothes, where the drum should be drummed and the place should be closed. It's not an exaggeration, but the lines are very beautiful. A layer of semi-damp clothing is more tormenting than not wearing it, and the hormonal scent is almost rushing towards people's faces.

If a little girl or boy who is not determined is here, 80% of them have already screamed "I can" and rushed up.

But Su Zui is not so easily seduced by beauty.

His eyes stopped for a moment on this beautiful scenery, and then he concentrated on the work in his hands.

But after wiping it twice, he stopped and frowned.

After thinking about it, he still said: "I'll take you to the bathroom. There should be a lot of stains on your body. It's too troublesome. It's better to just wipe the upper body and change your clothes."

Fu Shijun's chest and abdomen were almost wet, and he wiped it with a tissue, which was troublesome and difficult to clean.

Fu Shijun has a small room in the company just in case, right next to the general manager's office. There are bathrooms, kitchens, beds...everything. He occasionally goes to take a nap to rest, just go in and wipe his body. It's not too much trouble.

"… "

Hearing Su Zui's proposal, Fu Shijun's mind was blank for a moment, he opened his mouth, but did not answer.

Just now, through a layer of shirt, Su Zui wiped him casually twice, and he couldn't help tensing his abdominal muscles and was in a trance.

To face him naked, he was really not sure that he could remain calm.

And, most importantly, because the injury hasn't healed, he hasn't had time to go to the gym to get back in shape.

Although the foundation is there, the muscles have not faded to the point of being invisible, but they are certainly not as good as they were in normal times.

When he thought that he would be exposed to Su Zui's eyes because of his lack of exercise, he felt as if his tail had been stepped on.

But Su Zui couldn't take care of his complicated mood, so he put the suit jacket on him directly, without blinking, urging without emotion: "Come on, don't be in a daze, let's get it done quickly, it's cold, don't cold."

Fu Shijun: "..."

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Anxiety · Sadness · Human essence: My jio's eight-pack abs are not ready _(Q□Q" ∠)_

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