It's a bit exciting.
Zhou Yan looked at the colorful and scattered clothes piled up on the big bed. He noticed with sharp eyes that there seemed to be a vacuum...
"Don't look."
Jiang Lianyi hurriedly closed the door.
"Isn't it just some clothes? What's the big deal." Zhou Yan curled his lips.
Although it's quite sexy, it doesn't matter since President Jiang isn't wearing it.
Jiang Lianyi glared at Zhou Yan. She looked at Zhang Juan, who was watching TV with his legs crossed, and asked angrily: "Mom, what's going on in my bedroom?"
"Oh, um, I didn't expect you to come. I was afraid that it would get damp in the cabinet, so I took it out to dry. Can you and Xiao Zhou clean it up?" Zhang Juan said nonchalantly.
Jiang Lianyi was helpless with her mother.
She looked at Zhou Yan and said softly: "Wait for me outside for a while while I clean up."
"Okay." Zhou Yan nodded. Jiang Lianyi hurriedly opened the door and slipped in. The door slammed shut.
But after a while, Jiang Lianyi opened the door: "Will you come in too?"
"So fast?" Zhou Yan was stunned.
"No, come in first." Jiang Lianyi directly pulled Zhou Yan into the bedroom.
It wasn't until Jiang Lianyi closed the door that Zhou Yan asked, "Boss, who are you talking about?"
"I watched it anyway."
Jiang Lianyi explained: "If mom finds out that I'm hanging out with you, she'll probably feel something is wrong."
"What's the point? If the boss doesn't want to have a boyfriend, why can't the family force you to do so?"
Zhou Yan gathered the underwear on the bedside and sat directly on it.
Jiang Lianyi looked at Zhou Yan blankly, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, "You touch my clothes!"
"Hurry up and clean up. What will it look like when others come in?" Zhou Yan urged.
Jiang Lianyi glared at Zhou Yan and said directly: "Come here, you can see and move anyway."
"Are you sure?" Zhou Yan pointed to a small lace panty, "Do you want me to take care of this too?"
Jiang Lianyi realized later and glanced at Zhou Yan with a murderous look: "Move your eyes away."
"Okay boss."
Zhou Yan stopped looking at the underwear on President Jiang's bed, and instead looked at President Jiang's boudoir.
Zhou Yan had lived in Tang Tang's bedroom. Tang Tang's bedroom was full of cartoon girlishness, but President Jiang's bedroom was grand and simple.
It was light blue, with a dressing table, a desk, and specialized fitness equipment. Zhou Yan saw a high-end-looking treadmill on the balcony.
There weren't any photos, which was exactly what he remembered. President Jiang didn't like being photographed or looking at photos. Zhou Yan remembered that the most photos President Jiang took were of himself and himself.
"alright."
President Jiang clapped his hands.
Zhou Yan came back to his senses and found that the clothes on the bed were gone, "Why so fast?"
Glancing at the closed wardrobe, Zhou Yan looked at Jiang Lianyi, who was pretending to be nonchalant: "You wouldn't just pile them up and throw them into the closet, would you?"
"Yeah." Jiang Lianyi nodded without denying it.
The same goes for cleaning up later, but it's a little inconvenient for Zhou Yan to be here now.
"You're such an adult, but you're so careless, let me do it."
Zhou Yan walked over helplessly, opened the wardrobe, and saw a pile of clothes.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Lianyi looked at Zhou Yan warily.
"Go sit on the bed and I'll clean it up for you." Zhou Yan urged.
"Oh." Jiang Lianyi responded without any reason and sat on the bed.
Zhou Yan also began to pick out the clothes one by one and hang them on hangers.
Jiang Lianyi looked at Zhou Yan's delicate look and secretly smiled, but still muttered: "Don't ruin it."
"I know, boss."
President Jiang's clothes are basically custom-made, and the materials are not bad. Zhou Yan feels the same as when he touches President Jiang's small hands, which is smooth and slightly cold.
Zhou Yan quickly hung up his clothes and turned around to find Jiang Lianyi secretly looking at him. Noticing his gaze, Jiang Lianyi looked away as if he was electrocuted.
Zhou Yan smiled, walked over and sat next to Jiang Lianyi.
Jiang Lianyi was startled: "Why are you sitting here?"
"Boss, do we still have a purely employee-boss relationship?" Zhou Yan asked directly.
"Isn't it...isn't it?" Jiang Lianyi suddenly panicked for some reason.
"Will the employee enter the boss's bedroom and help him pack his underwear?" Zhou Yan asked with a smile.
"Stop talking." Jiang Lianyi's face turned even redder. At this moment, she still looked aloof in the company. She looked like a shy little girl.
"Boss Jiang, would you like to consider being my..."
Before Zhou Yan could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Jiang Lianyi: "No, Zhou Yan, don't think too much, it's impossible between us."
"I haven't even said what it is, how do you know it's impossible?" Zhou Yan said angrily.
"You can guess it." Jiang Lianyi looked out the window and said with a red face.
"Zhou Yan, I am a very career-minded woman. It is impossible for me to spend time on a so-called love affair with you."
Jiang Lianyi added that although she felt a little regretful after saying this, that was the fact. Instead of ending the matter in the end, it would be better to break it earlier.
Zhou Yan said exactly what I wanted. He smiled and said, "Boss, are you thinking too much?"
"No...isn't it?"
"I mean it wouldn't be bad for us to be besties."
"Best friend...best friend?"
Jiang Lianyi was startled. She didn't know why, but suddenly felt a little disappointed in her heart, as if she didn't hear the answer she wanted to hear.
"Yes, is it possible that we can still be girlfriends?" Zhou Yan asked.
"I would like to be the boss's real boyfriend, but the boss doesn't want to, so I'll just be my best friend."
Zhou Yan smiled, grabbing Jiang Lianyi's little hand and squeezing it gently.
He already has Xiao Li'er as his girlfriend, so it's naturally impossible for him to have another girlfriend.
But President Jiang is unwilling to let go, so he will use his best friend relationship to tie her up for the time being.
"Bestie..."
Now that Zhou Yan really wants to say that it has nothing to do with him, Jiang Lianyi doesn't even believe it.
She was actually somewhat used to Zhou Yan holding her hand, and somewhat accustomed to Zhou Yan feeding her food. The relationship between her and Zhou Yan as a boss and employee had long been a little impure.
Zhou Yan watched President Jiang fall into silence for a while. He let go of President Jiang's little hand and said with a smile: "If the boss doesn't want to, then forget it."
"Okay." Jiang Lianyi said suddenly.
"What?" Zhou Yan seemed not to hear clearly.
"I said we can be best friends." Jiang Lianyi said softly.
"Is what the boss said true?" Zhou Yan asked with a smile.
"Do you want me to say it again?" Jiang Lianyi rolled her eyes at Zhou Yan.
Just as Zhou Yan was about to say something, he heard a snapping sound coming from outside the door.
It wasn't the sound of a door being opened, it was like something falling on the floor.
"Boss, Auntie seems to be listening in the corner." Zhou Yan said softly against Jiang Lianli's earlobe.
"What should we do?" Jiang Lianyi was also a little nervous and asked anxiously.
In fact, the best way is to open the door, but Zhou Yan still said mysteriously: "How about we do something interesting?"
Jiang Lianyi was stunned: "What's going on?"
"That is...."
Zhou Yan directly picked up the cotton pillow next to him, then stood up and distanced himself from Jiang Lianyi.
"You monster, eat my grandson's pillow."
Zhou Yan smiled and threw the cotton pillow over.
The cotton pillow drew an arc in the air, hit Jiang Lianyi's head firmly, and then playfully bounced off and fell to the ground.
Jiang Lianyi's hair was messy and she glared at Zhou Yan angrily.
This little bastard actually hit her with a pillow.
I can't bear it!
Jiang Lianli glanced at the cotton pillow next to her, picked it up, and threw it towards Zhou Yan.
"I hide."
Zhou Yan ducked away, picked up the pillow and threw it over.
The pillow drew a beautiful arc in the air, and soon, before President Jiang could react, he had another intimate contact with the pillow...
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
