"Little Wei, give me a glass of ice water." Yang Haozhong panted. He didn't know if it was because the woman was seducing him or because he was afraid of Brother Peng.
"What are you doing?" Dewey handed him a glass of water. He gulped it down in one gulp and reached out to pass the cup to him."Another glass."
Dewey took a glass of water for him and asked,""What happened to you?"
Yang Haozhong finished his second glass of water, looked around mysteriously, and hooked his finger at Duwei. He leaned over, and Yang Haozhong whispered into his ear about how he was seduced by Sister Yanyan and was seen by Brother Peng. Then, he threw Sister Yanyan to him.
Dewey stuck out his tongue as he listened.
"I see! Why am I fighting with others over this woman? I'm not interested at all. He did it purely because he did not dare to offend her.”
"Who asked you to be good-looking?" Dewey mocked.
"Pretty your head! I'm not a woman! I just look a little more normal. I can't be afraid of getting into trouble and getting disfigured, right?”Yang Haozhong hit Dewey's head again.
"What are you doing? You touched my head again! I won't talk to you anymore." Dewey tidied his hair angrily and pretended to leave.
"Sigh, don't go! I won't touch it in the future, okay?" Yang Haozhong stopped him. Having known Dewey for two years, he had long become Yang Haozhong's good friend and good brother. Yang Haozhong was no longer as solitary as before. Even though his life did not improve much, he was much more cheerful.
"Do you know what a femme fatale is? You're a Homme Fatale!" Duwei teased.
Yang Haozhong retracted his hand, wanting to touch Dewey's head. Dewey stepped back, not letting down his guard.
"Let me take a closer look at your face." Dewey came over again and carefully looked at Yang Haozhong's face. He pretended to shake his head and think.
"What are you doing? Are you calculating the pores on my face?”Yang Haozhong laughed.
He pretended to be deep and said," I can see that there are too many peach blossoms in the corner of your eyes. You're destined to have peach blossoms. Be careful of women. Don't die in a woman's arms."”
"Tsk, crazy! You know how to read fortunes!"
"Hehe, I know a little. I learned it from my grandfather in the countryside.”
"Then you can go to the stall and tell your fortune." Yang Haozhong did not believe his nonsense. In Chinese society, fortune-telling had already become a common occurrence. If one could really read fortunes that accurately, one would not be able to live.
"Xiao Yang, the boss wants you to go.”The fat man who came from the office interrupted Yang Haozhong and Dewey's chat.
"Oh." Yang Haozhong got up and went to his office. He tidied his clothes a little. Sister Chen hated it when people were disheveled, so he knocked on the door.
"Come in." Yang Haozhong pushed open the door and entered. Sister Chen was not sitting at her desk. He looked around and saw no one.
"Ah!" There was a sudden scream. Yang Haozhong turned around and saw Sister Chen falling from the ladder in front of the bookcase. In an instant, Yang Haozhong rushed over to catch her at the fastest speed. Although his arm strength was not small, the impact was too strong. They fell back more than a meter. Sister Chen's shoulder hurt Yang Haozhong's chest.
"Sister Chen, are you okay?" Although Yang Haozhong's body was softer than the floor, she was still dizzy from the impact.
"Oh!" Sister Chen moaned slightly and placed her hand on his chest as she raised her head. Yang Haozhong felt a faint pain in his chest. It was as if thousands of arrows had pierced through his heart. She nervously let go of her hand and fell onto Yang Haozhong.
She looked at Yang Haozhong with a flushed face. Yang Haozhong sucked in a breath of cold air. Her messy long hair spread out and her flushed cheeks were as alluring as apples. The panic just now had removed her usual coldness. Although she only had light makeup on her face, without too much makeup, she looked younger and more innocent.
The pain in Yang Haozhong's body was not only in his chest. The alcohol and lust that had been suppressed by the ice water just now were surging again. Her body clung tightly to Yang Haozhong. Her curvaceous figure was soul-stirring, and the entanglement of her legs made one's body burn with desire.
In his confusion, Yang Haozhong's lips couldn't help but block her mouth, sucking her soft lips intensely. Her sweet lips were so tender that he didn't dare to use too much force. The honey in his mouth was too tempting to him. The tip of his tongue opened her lips and hooked onto her tongue. It was softer and smoother than he had imagined. Yang Haozhong held her hand and naturally hugged her tighter, rolling and pressing her under his body.
They began to play. Yang Haozhong rolled up the tip of her tongue and wrapped it in his tongue to suck greedily. The sensitive nerves on the tip of her tongue made them tremble with excitement. Yang Haozhong held his breath, not daring to breathe. His hand involuntarily slid to her waist.
Just as he thought he was about to suffocate to death, Sister Chen suddenly pushed him away. He was pushed to the side weakly. She rolled away, got up, and walked away in one go.
Yang Haozhong looked up at her in a daze. The warmth on the tip of his tongue reminded him of what he had done.
"Get out. Get out immediately." The low and cold order made Yang Haozhong feel ashamed. He gritted his teeth. This woman had played him so mercilessly. He got up and walked out, slamming the door shut without looking at her. Holding his anger in, he walked all the way to the locker room.
" Bang!" Yang Haozhong kicked the door of the wardrobe hard, and the iron door immediately caved in slightly. He still hung down a few times to vent the depression in his heart. He turned around and panted heavily as he slid down the door. He regretted what he had just done and attacked Sister Chen like a wild boar in heat.
Did Yang Haozhong fall in love with her? Otherwise, why would he do this? Chen Yanyan seduced him, but he still had the self-control to push her into Brother Peng's arms. That desire was a male's animal instinct. He was different to Sister Chen. If she had not pushed him away, he might have…
" Ah..." Yang Haozhong roared and rubbed his head desperately, pulling his hair. He shouldn't have fallen in love with Sister Chen. That would be stepping into a swamp of death. Lin Manjing was such an ordinary girl, but because of her, Yang Haozhong had already ruined her family. Then how could he have offended Sister Chen, who had a complicated background? She was indeed very good to him. The unbearable past behind her also deeply attracted and moved Yang Haozhong, making people feel that she was a pitiful person who was being played by the heavens.
"No! No!" Yang Haozhong shouted.
"What can't I do?" Chen Xing stood in front of Yang Haozhong like a ghost.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you going to work?" He looked at Yang Haozhong condescendingly.
"Oh, I'm not feeling well." Yang Haozhong got up, turned around, and opened the wardrobe. He regained his composure and said," I'll take half a day off."”As he spoke, he began to unbutton his shirt.
"Don't provoke the boss." Chen Xing's words hit the nail on the head like a hammer. His head buzzed as he turned around and looked at the scene in confusion.
"She's not someone you can touch.”Chen Xing said coldly. He didn't wait for Yang Haozhong, who was standing still on the spot, to ask questions and immediately turned around to leave.
Did Chen Xing know about Yang Haozhong's ambiguous relationship with the boss? Even though Yang Haozhong knew that he was right, as a bystander, Yang Haozhong still felt hurt by such a heartless warning. He smiled bitterly at his own weakness. He actually did not have the ability to accept the truth from others. He changed out of his work clothes, wanting to escape from that purgatory in the human world as soon as possible. He wanted to go home.
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