Mr. Flower

Chapter 9 Chapter 8

The round spoon was handed to his mouth. Yang Yiyue first looked at the delicious soup in the spoon, and then at the person who was going to feed him. Aside from the injury at the corner of his mouth, he leaned sideways on the table and looked at himself. The appearance is pleasing to the eye.

"Try it."

Yang Yiyue also liked the look in his eyes full of anticipation when he was speaking. He stretched out his fingers to touch Tong Xiang's hand, correcting his slightly deviated direction.

The deliciousness of the tomato soup spreads in the mouth, awakening the taste buds and making people want to take another big bite.Sister Ruyi is not exaggerating, Tong Xiang's cooking skills are really good, "It's delicious."

"It must be delicious. How can the strength of the squad leader of the one-and-a-half-year cooking class be underestimated?" Tong Xiang, who was affirmed, turned around and put the celadon soup bowl for Yang Yiyue on the table, "You drink first, and I will clean up the hem table, Mr. Yang must eat comfortably and comfortably..."

Handing over the spoon, Tong Xiang saw that the ledger was opened on the table, and the professional waiter couldn't hold back, "I put two of the latest flower art magazines for you..." After speaking, he pretended to be wronged and took the magazine and opened it Sending it to Yang Yiyue, "Just keep spying on my family's business secrets..." Reaching out to close the account book, I caught a glimpse of Yang Yiyue's new handwriting, and my attention was instantly diverted, "What is this?"

The spoon was disgusted by Yang Yiyue, so he put it on the table. Yang Yiyue blew the soup with the bowl, took a sip, looked at the account book and said, "If you have time, you can try it as I wrote next month. Adjust purchases, holiday promotions, Regular customers give back, recruit flower art students..."

"Protect me to get rich?" When it came to money, Tong Xiang started to look at it immediately, but Yang Yiyue reached out and closed the account book. He raised his head and smiled at Yang Yiyue, "Eat first, then get rich... No..."

Yang Yiyue, who brought the soup bowl to his mouth again, was very satisfied when he heard "eat first", and he was not surprised when he heard "get rich again", but the "wrong" that followed immediately made Yang Yiyue feel ominous...

"Eat first, then, eat, I..." Tong Xiang pushed the account book aside, leaned against Yang Yiyue, accepted the spoon he despised, and leaned into his ear and said, "Follow Mr. Talk about money..."

A mouthful of soup choked into his throat, Yang Yiyue raised his hand to cover his mouth, shook the soup bowl in his hand, and the soup flowed down between his fingers...

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The suit jacket was taken off and placed on the back of the chair, the watch was taken off and placed in the desktop storage box, the cuff buttons were undone, and the sleeves were carefully rolled up...Yang Yiyue watched Tong Xiang clean up the soup on his hand , I like the nimble and light movements of his fingers.

The cold touch of the wet wipes spread from between the fingers. Yang Yiyue looked at Tong Xiang's serious expression and asked him, "It sounds like you plan to keep me overnight?"

"Oh... I won't mention it..." The sighing Tong Xiang was quite distressing, "Mr. Yang, you are really cold, and your favor for me disappeared so quickly... Do you remember? The day we first met..."

"Speak well." Gong Dou's lines are very lethal when read by someone with good line skills.

"You don't want to sleep after spending money?" After wiping Yang Yiyue's hands clean, Tong Xiang finally spoke seriously, and when he uttered the words, he looked like a stinky hooligan.

"You shouldn't worry about it." Yang Yiyue felt that he was going to make him laugh, so it's better to say this before laughing.

"Isn't this the only thing I want to worry about?" Tong Xiang got up, dragged another Windsor chair and put it beside Yang Yiyue, sat upright and looked at Yang Yiyue and said: "The fathers of the gold masters in other novels are like this." Said..."

"How do you say it?" Yang Yiyue regretted it when he asked, and there should be another wave of logical speeches from Boss Xiaoxiang.

"The cold eyes swept across the tears on the beauty's face, "The only thing you have to worry about from now on is how to serve me well..."" But seeing Yang Yiyue's faint smile on his face, Tong Xiang stopped acting , straight to the point, read in every possible way without energy.

When Yang Yiyue thought it was a stand-up cross talk, he suddenly turned into listening to a novel. He really couldn't help it, and smiled with his head down.

"The most is the gentleness of bowing his head, like a water lotus flower that can't bear the cool wind..." Tong Xiang's straightforward narration is still the same, but this time it was replaced by reciting poems. After reading, he finally became angry, and said earnestly: "Little Mr. Yang, be more professional. Let me search for you, is there any book on self-cultivation for the patron..."

"Do you still want me to eat?"

"Eating depends on whether you sleep with me tonight..." Seriously, he took out his mobile phone from his apron pocket and was searching for something, speaking casually.

"Your face is ugly, I can't sleep..." Unbuttoning the other cuff button, Yang Yiyue rolled up the sleeve by himself, his hands were freed, and he picked up his soup bowl, there was still half of it, it was really good Drink, Yang Yiyue couldn't put it down.

Tong Xiang was not discouraged by the gold master's direct statement. He stood up and walked to the other side of Yang Yiyue with a whoosh, facing him sideways, and said sincerely: "Dear Mr. Yang, just look at this side, and it will be fine once the lights are turned off." …It’s rare for me to be injured and fragile. If the injury is healed, I won’t be vulnerable anymore… Think about it: pear blossoms in the sun are meaningless to look at. You have to be ravaged by wind and rain all night, and the pear blossoms with rain in the morning light and mist are the charm and taste!" After saying the last two words, he knocked on the table, which has the effect of a gavel.

Yang Yiyue lowered his head and smiled until he touched his forehead.

Seeing Yang Yiyue's uneducable appearance, Tong Xiang was sad. He squeezed the bowl in his hand, shook his head and sighed, walked towards the kitchen, and said, "I'll give you another bowl. It's delicious, right? Shall I call you?" Bao, you can have two drinks tomorrow..."

"Where do you want me to sleep with you?" Yang Yiyue finally found out that Boss Xiaoxiang was purposeful and prepared today, and after laughing, he couldn't help but want to find out.

Tong Xiang, who had already reached the stairs, turned his head and looked at Yang Yiyue, "Are you conscious of being a financial master?"

"What do you think?" Yang Yiyue didn't answer him directly.

"Evil capitalists, eat first!" Tong Xiang didn't like Mr. Yang's way of bargaining. He didn't want to fight if he failed in seduction. Eating is the most important thing.

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"I just ate the meal I cooked, put away the disgust on your face." If it weren't for the fact that the identity of the gold master's father is a vast ocean between himself and Yang Yiyue, Tong Xiang stretched out his hand to squeeze it His face, "You just say that it's not cleaned well?"

Looking at my room again, it is clean and spotless, even the sloped window glass of the attic is transparent, and I can see the half moon that is about to rise outside.The light gray blanket on the bed is many times better than Ms. Tong Ruyi's favorite small floral. Most importantly, the square quilt is as well folded as it was before retiring... As a room for gay men, this is the benchmark. Bar……

"Like a high school student's room..." Yang Yiyue said this out of distaste, but he actually thought that a clean and elegant attic room is quite good, but it's not necessarily a good thing if things develop too fast...

Regarding this reply, Tong Xiang thought about it and said, "That's right, it's just that I haven't taken care of this room since I was admitted to university. It's naturally a high school student's room... Hey, Mr. Yang, my school uniform is still there ..." With raised eyebrows, Tong Xiang approached Yang Yiyue and said, "Are you interested?"

"The gold master's father rescued the bullied and injured..." Yang Yiyue had the self-consciousness of the gold master's father.

"Yes, he's still a canary like a high school student who is rebellious and unruly wolf cub..." Tong Xiang put his hand on Yang Yiyue's shoulder and said with a smile: "Although there is no such thing as self-cultivation of a gold master." However, I think that Mr. Yang, who is talented and has a strange skeleton, will be able to penetrate it instantly. Don’t you see that this is becoming more and more like the father of the gold master?”

Yang Yiyue, who was so pampered by Tong Xiang that he wanted to laugh, did not give him a smooth ride, "Little wolf cub and canary can't be put together..."

"Why not? Forced love... There are too many people who go bankrupt to pay off their debts, or revenge for the family..." Tong Xiang thought about the plot in the package that the regular customer Erya downloaded for him, "This What is it called, I love you so much that you hate me to death, I will not hesitate, this kind of love is heaven-shattering..."

"But you recommended yourself..." Yang Yiyue walked to the bed, couldn't help reaching out to touch the edges and corners of the quilt, how he made the soft cotton cloth like this, Yang Yiyue wanted to know.

Hearing this, Tong Xiang couldn't help laughing, "This is the difficulty... Hey, forget it, Mr. Yang, I won't worry about you anymore, you can figure it out..."

"Are you still going to tell the truth?" Yang Yiyue slid his fingertips along the corners of the quilt, turned his head to look at Tong Xiang, and asked him softly.

"Then what..." Tong Xiang smiled embarrassedly, while explaining: "According to the routine, you have to find a place to house me. Generally speaking, it's a quiet villa, oh, the one with its own hot spring... That's far away. My mother is still living in the Second Affiliated Courtyard. It's inconvenient for me to run back and forth. Don't dislike it, Jinwu Zangjiao, Jinwu Zangjiao, Jinwu Zangjiao, Jinwu Zangjiao, Jinwu doesn't need you, just use my little one The high school students' rooms in the attic will do, anyway, that's not the point..."

Yang Yiyue looked at Tong Xiang and said, "How many novels have you read just for this?"

Tong Xiang shrugged his shoulders with a smile, "Not much... The key is that you can't watch it, you know... In today's scene, when we first met after taking care of him, the president who always lowered his voice was stuck on his waist, or else he was red Putting people against the wall with eyes closed, the worst thing is to tear clothes with cold hands...It's useless. I'm almost exhausted from brushing..."

"Speak straight up if you have something to say, don't gossip about it." Yang Yiyue felt very comfortable listening to his complaints, and couldn't help becoming interested in the kind of novel he was reading.

"Then Mr. Yang, you have the intention to touch me, can you stay here? I take care of the patients and don't want to run back and forth." Tong Xiang walked closer to Yang Yiyue and explained his words.

"Okay." Yang Yiyue nodded.

"Then..." Tong Xiang just started talking, Yang Yiyue quickly suppressed his voice, and said with a smile, "Do you want to pay some rent?"

Talking like this, Yang Yiyue's smile bloomed on his face without any precautions, and he could no longer see his usual cold and restrained appearance. In Tong Xiang's opinion, this appearance was much better than his cold tone wrapped in a suit.

"Do you want to say this?"

Seeing Yang Yiyue's little excitement written on his face, Tong Xiang lowered his head and whispered back in his ear: "Mr. Yang, you look so pretty when you smile..."