For One Night with New Boss - Chapter 15
There is often a saying in martial arts novels that “where there are people, there is a jianghu”, which is actually meant to convey the idea that where people gather, there will be right and wrong, and the workplace is usually one of the biggest hotbeds of rumors.
At work on Monday, a female coworker said, “Do you know that a girl in the business department was caught moonlighting at night.”
“What’s wrong with working part-time? The company doesn’t say you can’t work part-time.”
“But she’s a part-timer.”
“I hear she uses cell phone text messages to make appointments with guests to do it at the hotel.”
Yang Qing Qiao always do not put their chewing on the root of the peace of mind, women, gossip is nature, in fact, there is not too much malice, can hear the end of that sentence, eyes can not help but a dark. He and Zheng Yan’s model is not similar so, the difference is that his “guests” only Zheng Yan one, and …… he was whored free ……
Of course, he would never set himself and Jung Yeon in the position of a compensator and a john, it’s just that he’s bound to be even more tortured inwardly and repetitively.
The sex that Jung Yan brought him was like a drug. It was hard to get rid of it. It was like a “sex addiction”-
Sexual obsessions, also known as sex addiction, sex addiction, orgasm addiction, or lovemaking addiction, is a compulsion related to sexual behavior in which the patient unconsciously desires to engage in sexual acts with others. (Compulsive sexual behavior is limited to the self, and rape is not part of compulsive sexual behavior.)
He liked Zheng Yan, and perhaps, there was that little bit of falling in love with him, however, it could only be considered unrequited love, even though their bodies could be considered intimate, the only intersection between the two was in the bed, and the only connection was only sex.
Zheng Yan may also like him, perhaps, to him that little bit different, but only limited to the bed, out of bed, he is no one, at best, just a can be at the beck and call, convenient and good bed partner.
Some people ask if love has a shelf life.
Experts tell you that yes, there is, the average lifespan of modern love is three years, some longer, some shorter.
So, how long can the passion and freshness of sex without love last? Yang Qingqiao asked himself, my freshness, how long can it last? Will it be thrown away when I get tired of it?
Purely sexual relationships will end one day, when his body can no longer attract Jung-hik.
Thinking about it, his chest tightened up with a slight pain, it really wasn’t that he was overthinking it, but that it might happen eventually, after all, he and Zheng Yan weren’t officially dating lovers, let alone possessing any commitment.
There’s nothing between them but sex.
Well, seven out of ten of these types of stories will have one party thinking you don’t love me you can’t possibly love me, and the other party thinking I don’t love you I can’t possibly love a toy pet or something like that, with both parties stuck in an infinite loop of love-or-not-love ghosting mode.
We, Xiao Qiao, who are more emotional than rational, are not exempt from this, and we are also caught in the dead end of our own cocoon.
The cell phone was ringing, and when I opened it, it was a message from abroad: “Are you a good boy?”
With his knees can also guess who the sender of the message is, Yang Qing Qiao’s heart a little warm, eyes a little sour, at least that person is not completely indifferent to him, ignoring.
Unable to contain the waves of his heart, he impulsively texted back, “Have you been a good boy?”
Uh …… mom ah I ate a bear heart leopard gall to dare to question him like this? But there is no use regretting, even if you immediately shoot down the transmission satellite, it is too late.
After a few minutes of frozen panic on my cell phone, the message came back: ‘I’m always bad.’
Yang Qingqiao couldn’t help but laugh, not panicking, so he boldly sent again: ‘So you know you’re bad.’
It was only sent out a short while ago, and was quickly returned: ‘I want to be bad for you so bad right now.’
Yang Qingqiao’s face reddened, “Ha, it’s not that bad, it’s not that bad, it’s not that bad, it’s not that bad.”
This time it was even faster: ‘When I get back, I’ll make sure you’re broken.’
Yang Qing Qiao’s face even more red, silent words back and forth, ear seems to be lightly back to the low voice voice, he did not realize, this is already love words lovers mode, meat numb, sweet to putty teeth.
“Mr. Vice, who are you texting with so happily?” a female colleague asked curiously. A female colleague asked curiously.
“I think I know it must be Brother Zhou Yu.” Another female coworker chimed in.
“Stop chatting and get to work!” Yang Qingqiao reprimanded, and quickly put away his cell phone to focus on work.
Hey, what can we do? If this goes on, he will really fall in love with Jung Yeon and love him so much that he will be willing to play with him and abuse him any way he wants.
To paraphrase what the internet folks always say, seriously, you lose.
Yang Qingqiao felt that he had lost.
Because first you love, first you lose, and love until the card dies tragically.
Therefore, he gave himself two choices, one is to continue to consume until Zheng Yan gave up on him; one is to take the initiative to cut off their current bedmate relationship, life back to the original track, seeking to wait for an equal and reciprocal feelings.
He was gentle and weak, but he craved love too much.
He longed to meet someone just right, at just the right time, in just the right place, and it was like they were struck by lightning at the same time, the current of love striking their hearts and scorching their souls.
Then they fell in love, lived together, watched each other grow old together, maybe the top of the head is bald, maybe the belly is big, they still hold each other’s hands tightly, who will not let go of anyone.
It was obvious that the romance he craved, the beauty of sexual and spiritual unity, Zheng Yan couldn’t give it to him.
What Zheng Yan might have given him was probably a pat on the face and a smile that said, “Boy, you’re really over-romanticized ah. Having said that, overwhelm, do!
It’s so frustrating, isn’t it?
On this side of the globe, lambs are sad and bitter during the day.
On the other side of the globe, it’s a paper-thin night at the Great Coyote.
In the dinner party, Zheng Yan stood in the corner to play with his cell phone, using SMS to tease his little pet, as if you can see the doll’s face is bashful and annoyed red, so cute that people want to bite, and thought to himself, if I had known, I would have brought him with me, so that it would not be so boring.
A pretty boy with blonde hair came over with two glasses of wine, handed him one of them, and said in English, “A drink?”
Zheng Yan put away his cell phone and smile and took the cup, also responding lightly in English, “Thank you.”
The boy gave him a suggestive smile. “Alone tonight?”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“Would you like to have another drink somewhere else?”
“In bed?”
“Anywhere you want, if you want, if you want.” The boy replied bluntly, flirtatiously leaning closer and closer.
“Really?”
“Yes, I’ve had my eye on you for a long time, you’ve been the only thing I’ve seen since you walked in the door.” The boy said, sticking to him as if he had no bones.
Zheng Yan raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Then it’s not me you need, it’s the eye doctor.” After saying that, he righted the boy and walked away in style.
The boy was stunned, his face hard.
Don’t look at Zheng Yan before living like a beast in heat, in fact, he is not a person who will not refuse to have a hole on the insertion of the human meat vibrator, although in the past there is never a lack of bed partners, but since he tasted Yang Qingqiao’s taste, other people in his eyes have become insipid cabbage and radish, like this blonde boy, how passionate and lustful, but he can’t mention a little bit of excitement.
Next time, no matter where you go, you must bring someone with you. Zheng Yan thought, simple bed partner or not, upgraded to lovers also, in short, less Yang Qing Qiao, as if missing something very important.
Do you want to ask him, Mr. Cheng, are you in love with your little lamb?
Mention the word love and he’ll just give you a snort and say that it’s something that fools children and fools, and that men who talk about love all day long aren’t real men.
So even if he really fell in love, will not honestly tell you, at best, in bed a few more times to express his deep inner surging, can let each other orgasm, orgasm, orgasm, is the real Hong Kong man!
Wu Jiezhi said that he is a petty twisted man this point, completely correct, and not only petty twisted, there are serious machismo, can not frankly face the true feelings, that the words to express love is a weak behavior. In a way, this is also considered a kind of “shyness”, a kind of man’s reserve.
The cell phone suddenly rang again, but the caller was not Yang Qing Qiao, it was Wu Jie Zhi.
The two of them spoke succinctly about work, and after the business talk, Wu Jiezhi casually said, “The one where I met you at First One on Saturday night.”
“Which one?”
“Still pretending, don’t fake it, it’s the same one you played Elevator Wolf with.”
“I know.” A grimace crossed his face.
“If you don’t like it anymore, release it quickly, there are a lot of people lining up behind you.” Wu Jiezhi continued to play dumb, I don’t know if it was on purpose or not.
“Tell everyone in line to go to hell.”
“Hey, that’s called taking a dump.”
“Who said I didn’t take a shit?”
“Ha, looks like you’re for real this time.”
“None of your business.”
“Ha-ha-ha, so even you’re interested in my farts.”
Snap! Slamming his cell phone shut, he grunted coldly and laughed.
I leave in the morning, and he’s out in the night, hanging out in a place full of wild men. He’s not a good boy, and he’s going to live up to the message–
Make him bad!
Ahem, I’m sure I’ll be using Xiao Qiao’s body to prove this point about being jealous soon.
A certain lamb far across the ocean winced, rubbed its nose, and muttered, “The weather seems to be getting colder, so it’s almost time to start eating lamb ovens.”
Is that Xiao Qiao students, you really have a very self-awareness as an ingredient, suggest that you can first stripped and washed clean, waiting for the big wild wolf to come back to winter tonic it!
