TLCBITAR Chapter 130

Chapter 130 Am I Fucking Jealous?

Chapter 130 Am I Fucking Jealous?

President’s office, inside the lounge.

The floor-to-ceiling curtains were almost completely drawn, and the lounge was lit with soft lighting.

Zhou Zhou, who had been forcefully carried in by Pei Yanlie, lay on the two-meter-wide bed, muttering to himself.

“Don’t pinch there, it hurts!” His inner thigh had been pressed hard, and he almost jumped up.

“Pei Yanlie, be careful with your wandering hands, stop sneaking around my butt.”

Ten minutes later, Zhou Zhou, who had almost been massaged all over by the perverted Pei Yanlie, protested, “Ugh… I’m sleepy, go away.”

He turned his head to glare at Pei Yanlie, the corners of his slightly upturned eyes were red, and his eyes showed obvious fatigue.

Seeing that he was really sleepy, Pei Yanlie stopped touching him and quietly lay on his side, tracing his face with affectionate eyes.

[Don’t stare at me, I won’t be able to sleep.]

Pei Yanlie reached out and gently touched his eyebrows and eyes, his voice low and deep, “Zhou Zhou, don’t move your eyelids, empty your mind, and go to sleep Be good.”

Zhou Zhou couldn’t help but open a tiny slit in his eyes, and happened to see Pei Yanlie’s handsome face approaching. He opened his eyes instantly, and before he could dodge, his forehead was gently touched by cool lips.

“Good afternoon, go to sleep, I won’t look at you anymore.” The doting in Pei Yanlie’s eyes was undisguised. Zhou Zhou only glanced at it before he couldn’t take it anymore, and quickly turned over, turning his back to him, his body slightly curled up.

[Even a dog would be moved by Pei Yanlie’s tenderness. Bah, bah, bah… I’m the exception!]

……

After his brain spun for ten minutes, he finally couldn’t resist the drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep.

Once asleep, he had no defenses at all. Pei Yanlie pulled him into his arms, resting his chin on his head, and closed his eyes with satisfaction.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

At exactly one o’clock in the afternoon, a knock sounded on the office door.

Pei Yanlie opened his eyes, his eyes clear. He reluctantly released Zhou Zhou’s waist, frowned, quickly got up, put on his shoes, walked out of the lounge, and gently closed the door.

With his back feeling empty, Zhou Zhou uncomfortably turned over, hugged the pillow, and lay on his back on the bed, his eyelids twitching slightly, the corners of his mouth slightly wet, stained with suspicious liquid.

“President Pei, the former planning manager of Hengxu Group wants to see you.” A soft,Glutinous male voice vaguely reached Zhou Zhou’s ears. He frowned, opened his eyes, his eyes hazy as he stared blankly at the ceiling.

“Decline it.” Pei Yanlie’s cold voice was unapproachable.

“He said he has confidential internal information about Hengxu Group.” The sweet male voice was a little quieter, a little trembling, sounding very pitiful.

Zhou Zhou sat up, yawned, and raised his hand to pull at his messy hair.

Pei Yanlie’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, “Tell him not to waste my time. Also, what are you wearing? Are you not following the company’s rules?”

The little secretary’s face turned red, and he quickly closed his open collar, weakly saying, “It was too hot just now, I’ll pay attention in the future.”

He raised his eyes, looking at Pei Yanlie pitifully, “Yanlie-ge, Auntie Wen invited me to dinner tonight, are you going?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a slender figure leaning against the door of the lounge. His eyes widened suddenly, and he stammered in disbelief, “Who… who is he? Why is he in Yanlie-ge’s office?”

Zhou Zhou glanced at him indifferently, walked towards him, sized him up, and said with a half-smile, “President Pei’s male secretary?”

Obvious hostility arose in Jiang Xun’an’s eyes, and he tightly hugged the folder in his hands, his mind in a mess.

He was the son of Madam Wen’s best friend. He studied administrative secretarial work, and happened to be in his internship period. Because his mother mentioned it, Madam Wen specially arranged for him to be an assistant to the president’s secretary.

He was 23 years old this year, had known Pei Yanlie since he was a child, and harbored admiration and love for Pei Yanlie, but he didn’t dare to confess, fearing that he would be disgusted and fired by Pei Yanlie.

“Did I wake you up?” Pei Yanlie raised his hand to smooth his bangs as if there was no one else around.

Jiang Xun’an’s face was as pale as paper. He bit his lower lip and took a step back, staring at the gentle and tender Pei Yanlie. He had so many questions to ask that he couldn’t say them all at once, all stuck in his throat, making his face change endlessly.

“The break time is almost over, I’m leaving, I won’t disturb your work.” Zhou Zhou slapped his hand away, his voice very flat, unable to hear any emotion. Before leaving, he gave Jiang Xun’an a meaningful look.

[No need to guess, this Sluttydressed guy definitely likes Pei Yanlie!]

[Isn’t that shirt skin-colored? Damn, you can even see his chest!]

[Pei Yanlie, you’re so lucky, everyone, young and old, male and female, is Think about ityou.]

[Annoying ￣^￣]

His face darkened as he walked faster and faster, disappearing from Pei Yanlie’s sight in an instant.

Pei Yanlie pursed his lips slightly, a dark light flashing in his eyes, a feeling called joy filling his heart.

Zhou Zhou, is he jealous?

The corners of his mouth couldn’t help but rise, not noticing that Jiang Xun’an was still in front of him.

After his initial panic, Jiang Xun’an’s heart was filled with mixed feelings, joy and jealousy. He softly asked, “Yanlie-ge, you and that boy are…”

Pei Yanlie was interrupted from his thoughts, his eyes turned cold, and he said in a light voice, “Before you started the job, Secretary Yuan should have mentioned the company’s rules to you, right?”

Jiang Xun’an’s heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head slightly, looking like he was about to cry.

Pei Yanlie stared at the direction Zhou Zhou left, and said mercilessly, “Hand in a self-criticism report before you get off work.”

“Understood, Yan…”

Pei Yanlie said coldly, “Don’t bring personal feelings into your work.”

“Yes! President Pei!” Jiang Xun’an shed tears Crack.

Pei Yanlie turned around and walked back to the office, closing the door without hesitation.

He was in a good mood and took out his phone to send a message to Zhou Zhou.

Zhou Zhou washed his face in the bathroom, absentmindedly flicked his hands, raised his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror, his expression miserable, and his scalp tingled instantly.

“Who is this? Who the hell is this! Definitely not me!” He glared, vigorously tugged at his cheeks, the pain making him sober up, and said with irritation, “Annoying Very annoying, is Pei Yanlie blind? Can’t he see that little secretary is The plot is inappropriateplotting against him?!”

A “ding” sound, very abrupt.

He slowly took out his phone and glanced at the screen casually.

[Pei Yanlie: Zhou Zhou, you’re jealous.]

His hand shook suddenly, and the phone fell to the ground. Zhou Zhou, as if he had been hit in the funny bone, laughed softly, and finally laughed to the point of tears, “Pei Yanlie is crazy, me jealous? Would I fucking be jealous? Shameless!”

“grass!”

……

Chen Qihang stood at the door of the bathroom, looking at the crazy Zhou Zhou with a complicated expression. Finally, he couldn’t help but say, “Did President Pei abuse you? You really look like you’re having a mental breakdown.”

Zhou Zhou took a deep breath, bent down to pick up his phone, restrained the expression on his face, looked back at Chen Qihang, and said lightly, “I’m very unhappy right now.”

Chen Qihang looked wary and took a step back, “So? You want to beat me up?”

“No, I’ll tell you a secret.”

Chen Qihang rolled his eyes.

Zhou Zhou walked up to him and said slowly, “I know who Black Spider is.”

Chen Qihang said nonchalantly, “I know too, that’s not a secret.”

“You don’t really think that bald brother is Black Spider, do you?”

“What do you mean?”

“The literal meaning. Okay, I won’t say anymore.” Zhou Zhou stopped talking halfway through, feeling a little better.

Chen Qihang frowned tightly and said in a deep voice, “Don’t mess with me.”

“I’m not messing with you, Black Spider is someone else.”

“Can’t you just tell me who it is?”

“I don’t want to say.”

“You!”

What an evil man! Chen Qihang was so angry that his face changed, and he clenched his fists, wishing he could punch his mouth crooked.

That mouth is really asking for a beating!

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