Jiang Zhao immediately turned back, frowning: “It’s too much… don’t touch that! Take your hand back!”
Xiao Siye looked straight at him, his eyes stubborn: “Don’t go.”
Jiang Zhao leaned over to help him: “Get up first, don’t move.”
Xiao Siye was indifferent, only his tone became a little more serious, and he repeated: “Don’t go.”
Jiang Zhao stared at him for a long time. After a few seconds, his shoulders loosened and he sighed.
It’s also because his temper is too easy to be attacked. After all, what is he doing getting angry at a drunkard?
So Jiang Zhao slowed down his voice: “I’m not leaving. I’m just going to pour you a glass of honey water to get rid of the hangover.”
Xiao Siye looked at him for a while, his attitude finally softened, he stepped forward and hugged his waist again without any explanation, and buried his face in the crevice of his neck: “…don’t let you go.”
The moist and warm feeling rubbed against Jiang Zhao’s collarbone. He closed his eyes, and his mind was always haunted by some images that he wanted to forget on purpose, but he couldn’t.
Even if he made a thousand and ten thousand hints to himself, he had to admit that the impression left on him that night was too deep.
Xiao Siye got close unintentionally, which always made him remember some similar memories. He knew that this was not Xiao Siye’s original intention, but he couldn’t control his subconscious.
A few seconds later, Jiang Zhao lowered his eyes and replied softly, “Well, I won’t go.”
Xiao Siye lay back on the sofa with confidence.
Jiang Zhao followed Zuo Xiaoqiu’s previous way of taking care of him when he was drunk, and helped Xiao Siye with a glass of honey water. After he drank, he helped Xiao Siye to go to the big bed in the master bedroom to help him take off his coat and put him on the quilt.
Young Master Jiang has never served anyone like this in his life. It is probably the first time and the last time.
He got up from the bed, and Xiao Siye looked at him with bright eyes and grabbed his wrist: “Sleep.”
Jiang Zhao nodded perfunctorily: “Well, go to sleep.”
Xiao Siye saw that he didn’t move, and after a long stalemate, Jiang Zhao finally understood what it was: “You want me to sleep with you?”
Xiao Siye nodded.
Jiang Zhao looked at him blankly for a while.
At this moment, even the drunk Xiao Siye sensitively felt something wrong in Jiang Zhao’s emotions.
Xiao Siye sat up, rubbing Jiang Zhao’s wrist bone with the pulp of his finger in some uneasiness, with a hint of flattery, which made Jiang Zhao couldn’t help but remember that every time Ergo did something wrong, it had to rub against Mrs. Xu’s poor legs.
Jiang Zhao lowered his head and looked at him said in a tone like he is educating a dog: “Xiao Siye, I’m not the person you like, and I hate being seen as someone else’s substitute.”
“The first time I rolled with you was my initiative. I don’t care who you thought of me in bed, but if you dare to continue doing this now, I will hold revenge, Xiao Siye.”
“So, let me go.”
Xiao Siye’s fingertips also trembled. Before he could say anything, Jiang Zhao had already pulled out his wrist.
“Go to sleep.”
Jiang Zhao turned around and walked outside the door, and took the master bedroom door behind him.
When he was in the living room, Sister Meow jumped off the sofa and took the initiative to stick with Jiang Zhao.
Jiang Zhao took her into his arms and rubbed her sister’s head.
After a while, he said softly, “Your master… it’s really annoying.”
Sister let out an angry meow, quite agreeing.
When Xiao Siye woke up from his sleep, he had a splitting headache.
He pressed his temples. He remembered that he was having dinner with Jiang’s parents last night. After the meal, he drank a lot and was sent home by Jiang Zhao.
What happened afterward, he couldn’t remember.
But he noticed the quilt on his body, the coat he had changed, and the unfinished cup of honey water by the bedside. At first glance, Jiang Zhao took care of him.
A faint warmth flowed from his chest, Xiao Siye checked the time, and at ten o’clock in the morning, he called Jiang Zhao directly.
“Awake?” Jiang Zhao’s voice came.
The youth’s tone was clear, like a stream flowing down in summer. Xiao Siye looked at the sunlight outside the window, and the corners of his lips raised involuntarily: “Well, I just woke up. Thank you for taking care of me last night.”
The other end of the phone was quiet for a few seconds and then answered: “It’s okay. I’m in the company. If you don’t have anything to say, I’ll hang up first.”
His tone seemed a little colder than usual. Xiao Siye didn’t think much about it, and asked, “Do you have time at noon? Come to my house for dinner.”
Recently, he often invited Jiang Zhao to come to his house for dinner, or he went directly to Jiang Zhao’s house to cook. Jiang Zhao liked his cooking very much, and he basically agreed every time he invited him.
But to his surprise, Jiang Zhao refused today: “I’m a little busy at noon, so I won’t go.”
Xiao Siye paused, “Okay.”
In the office, Jiang Zhao hung up the phone, and Xiao Hu next to him coughed, “Brother, you want to eat company food at noon? ”
Jiang Zhao glanced at him: “Didn’t I eat it often before, why?”
Xiao Hu’s heart felt it was a big deal, his brother complained more than once after eating the food made by emperor Siye. The food in their cafeteria is like swill, and they will change the cook after the year – who expected that he would now take initiative to eat cafeteria food.
It’s just that his brother’s relationship status is something he can’t figure out, so Xiao Hu changed the subject: “The new recruits from our company have arrived, brother, do you want to meet?”
Jiang Zhao nodded: “Let them come to my office.”
Jiang Zhao’s studio is not very large, and he has signed a handful of people after a few years, and the development is not bad, so he planned to take advantage of the free time to sign a few more potential candidates.
He signed a total of a few amateurs and a small internet celebrity who participated in some offline competitions. Today is the first day for newcomers to report.
He sat in the office and waited for a while, then Xiao Hu brought people over. A girl and a boy, each with red lips and white teeth, have different temperaments, but they are definitely middle and upper people in the entertainment industry.
No, Jiang Zhao can’t sign an artist based on his looks alone. Among the three, a girl and another boy are the first and third in the film academy this year. He has excellent singing and dancing skills, this year’s talent show is booming, and Jiang Zhao also has plans in this regard, and is preparing to send some of his artists who are not planning to go the way of acting for the time being.
The young amateur was a little timid, and he was a little afraid to speak when he saw Jiang Zhao, while a small internet was one with a lively personality, and he showed a great deal to Jiang Zhao as soon as he opened the door: “Hello boss!”
Jiang Zhao glanced at the word on his resume, Song Xinglan.
“Just call me Brother Jiang,” Jiang Zhao said, without putting on the air of being a boss, “Find a seat and sit down. Since you are here, we will all be family from now on.”
Jiang Zhao has always been easy-going when dealing with employees, and he can also play with his own artists. He is a boss who is intimidating but also approachable. There is a bit of
Old Jiang’s shadow in this.
His appearance is of a flamboyant and sharp type, which often makes people want to avert their eyes at first sight, but when he shows his face, the alienation of the high mountain flower on his body disappears, and he looks like a lot more approachable.
Because of this, the three newcomers were only nervous for a moment, and after a while they chatted with him, each talking about each other’s previous experiences. A young amateur who had just entered university and was still a junior at Jiang Zhao’s alma mater, Jiang Zhao told them some anecdotes about the character of the school teacher. And when the topic came to Song Xinglang, Jiang Zhao didn’t even have a turn to speak. He listened to him, like a small loudspeaker, telling his interesting stories of hip-hop and rap in the past. He was a little amateur who made fun of himself several times.
Jiang Zhao likes Song Xinglan’s character very much. He is somewhat similar to Qin Youyou. He is cheerful and lively. He is a cross-talk by himself, so he doesn’t need to deliberately find topics to get along with. He chatted with the three new employees until lunchtime, and when the time was almost up, Jiang Zhao took the initiative to get up: “It’s your first time here today, haven’t you eaten in the cafeteria yet?”
The three nodded, Song Xinglan looked expectant: “Brother Jiang, is it delicious?”
Jiang Zhao said meaningfully: “I plan to change the cook after the new year.”
Several people came out, and Jiang Zhao also came out: “Let’s go, you just came today, I’ll take you out to eat.”
After he asked a few people who couldn’t eat spicy food, he called Xiao Hu and booked a Sichuan restaurant that he used to go to often. Eating Sichuan cuisine in winter just warms the body.
As soon as he went downstairs, he saw Xiao Hu standing in front of the nanny’s car, as if he had been waiting for him.
Jiang Zhao was still wondering why he wasn’t waiting in the car, but he saw Xiao Hu gesturing to him and pointing to the nanny’s car.
Jiang Zhao was stunned for a moment. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a smug figure wearing sunglasses and raised his eyebrows at him:
“Would you mind having a meal with multiple people?”
Shizun: I wonder when he would know that he is not a substitute