"Hey." Ling Miao's words were not threatening at all. Su Yuyang still felt nervous. He grabbed Ling Miao when Ling Miao walked past him: "I didn't mean it, I just felt dizzy because I didn't eat breakfast."
Su Yuyang's reason left Ling Miao without any doubts and even some sympathy.
Ling Miao sat down, opened the thermos bucket, and said angrily to Su Yuyang: "Breakfast, eat quickly, I'm going back first."
"Go back?" Su Yuyang frowned, and Ling Miao explained: "I walked in a hurry when I went out, and I didn't even take my computer or phone."
Su Yuyang stared at Ling Miao, seeming to be judging the authenticity of Ling Miao's words.
Ling Miao didn't see what Su Yuyang was thinking, but Su Yuyang only looked at himself and didn't eat. Ling Miao was worried about Su Yuyang's health and pushed Su Yuyang to the sofa: "Eat quickly, I woke up early to make it for you. If you If you don’t eat clean, you’ll have to drink glucose tomorrow.”
After saying a threatening word, Ling Miao rushed out of Su Yuyang's house.
Su Yuyang poured the food from the thermos bucket into the bowl.
"Porridge?" Su Yuyang was a little surprised.
The porridge is soft and thick, with fine green bits and a little pink on it. Smelling the aroma of the porridge, Su Yuyang's saliva secreted uncontrollably.
Su Yuyang took a big sip of the porridge from the bowl. An indescribable taste spread in his mouth. With the pickles prepared by Ling Miao, Su Yuyang felt as if he was traveling in the clouds. The porridge was finished quickly, not even a grain of rice was left. Su Yuyang looked at the empty thermos bucket, and he wanted to call Ling Miao to make another pot. The distance between where Ling Miao lived and Su Yuyang's home was not long. Su Yuyang counted the time and Ling Miao should arrive, so he called Ling Miao.
When the call was connected, Su Yuyang heard the voice of a strange man.
"Ling Miao went to work. I didn't bring my phone with me. What's wrong?" The man spoke very quickly and seemed to disdain to talk to him, which made Su Yuyang confused.
"If it's okay, I'll hang up the phone. I still have to go to work." The man said anxiously.
Su Yuyang said apologetically: "No..."
Before Su Yuyang finished speaking, the man hung up the phone. Listening to the "beep" sound coming from the mobile phone, Su Yuyang wanted to cry but had no tears.
However, how could Ling Miao’s cell phone be in that man’s hand? Could he be Ling Miao's boyfriend
Thinking of this, Su Yuyang suddenly remembered that Ling Miao said that he didn't like men.
"Ling Miao doesn't like men." Su Yuyang repeated this sentence repeatedly, feeling a little disappointed.
Ling Miao left and came back in less than half an hour. When Ling Miao opened the security door out of breath, Su Yuyang was sitting on the sofa in a daze.
"Hello, Su Yuyang?" Ling Miao stepped over in two steps, fearing that Su Yuyang would faint.
Su Yuyang turned his head when he heard the sound. Seeing that Su Yuyang was fine, he put down his things within a few seconds and said, "It's good that you're fine. Seeing you motionless, I thought something happened to you."
Ling Miao collapsed on the sofa, leaning his head and neck against the back of the sofa. His open lips trembled slightly and he was breathing hard when he spoke: "Su Yuyang, why do I have to deal with a boss like you?"
"What's wrong with me?"
"What's wrong with you? You bastard!" Ling Miao slammed the armrest, "Have you finished the porridge?"
"See for yourself." Su Yuyang stood up and walked to the study without saying a word. Before closing the door, he said softly: "The porridge is good, we will continue tomorrow."
"Since the porridge is good, can I make money by processing it?" Ling Miao asked jokingly.
Su Yuyang didn't answer Ling Miao. Ling Miao cursed and started to do his own work.
Su Yuyang had emphasized that his bedroom and study were restricted areas for Ling Miao. Apart from these two rooms, there were no extra rooms in Su Yuyang's house, so Ling Miao could only curl up on the sofa and code.
After a few days of adaptation, Ling Miao has been able to integrate into the role of "Shu Yang's personal assistant", and being Su Yuyang's personal assistant is not as tiring as Ling Miao imagined. In addition to being responsible for Su Yuyang's three meals a day, he helps Su Yuyang edit articles, time chapters, and manages the book review area. His work is quite easy, but he has to stay at Su Yuyang's house during work hours - all of this is no problem.
But there was one thing that puzzled Ling Miao - he and Su Yuyang couldn't get along peacefully, and they would always quarrel for a few minutes every day because of one thing or another.
"Hey Su Yuyang, did you touch my computer?" Ling Miao looked at the blank document. The raging flames were about to burn his heart to ashes. When he thought that the results of his two days of hard work were gone, the only thing he could think of was It's "Su Yuyang, you bastard, you touched my computer again"!
Three days ago, Su Yuyang touched Ling Miao's computer, causing Ling Miao's unsaved manuscripts to be lost. The manuscript disappeared inexplicably today, so Su Yuyang was naturally the first suspect.
Su Yuyang didn't defend himself or apologize at all. He said confidently: "I told you that you had to delete all the manuscripts I revised for you after you passed them on. Why didn't you delete yesterday's manuscript?"
"Forgot." Ling Miao said casually.
"Oh, then I forgot whether I deleted the wrong document."
"Su Yuyang!" Ling Miao bit his lower lip, but the magma gushing out of his eyes bypassed Su Yuyang.
"If you have time to argue with me, you might as well use software to retrieve the deleted manuscripts." Su Yuyang reminded Ling Miao and returned to the study.