President, Our Egg Is Lost

Ji Xiaoyu had already eaten with big mouthfuls. Seeing that Cheng and Tang hadn't moved his chopsticks for a long time, he chewed and vaguely said: "Cheng, you are so crude, you will be a mother if you don't have crude vegetables."

Well, he eats, he has to eat the food he wants on his knees.

Cheng and Tang bite their teeth, their hearts crossed, and they started to eat.

After a while, the waiter came to serve the dishes, and a large steak on the iron plate was sour and fragrant, and Ji Xiaoyu's saliva flowed out instantly.

Seeing his salivating appearance, Cheng Yutang was a little amused. He picked up a knife and fork and cut almost half of the steak on Ji Xiaoyu's plate.

Wow so good! Mr. Cheng, you are so generous!

Ji Xiaoyu happily pierced the steak with a fork, took a big bite, and then watched the dark red blood bleed out of the meat drop by drop. It was a bit bad at once.

What half-cooked, this meat is clearly raw! Mr. Cheng, you are actually a wolf in human skin, right?

Seeing that he was holding a large piece of meat, Cheng Yutang bulged his cheeks and froze there motionless. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why, isn't it delicious?"

The waiter next to him turned white when he brushed it, and looked at Ji Xiaoyu pitifully with pleading in his eyes.

Ji Xiaoyu's "no" word has already reached his lips, and after all, he couldn't bear it. The same is part-time job. It is not easy for everyone, so he chewed and changed his mouth temporarily: "It's okay, it's quite tender."

Besides, Cheng and Tang can eat it. If he is a big monster who dares not eat it, it would not be too shameless.

Let's talk about this one hundred and eighteen steaks. His half will cost ninety yuan. You can earn it if you eat it, and don't waste it.

The waiter was relieved and gave Ji Xiaoyu a grateful look.

"That's good." Cheng Yutang cut a small piece of beef and put it in his mouth, thinking that the chef might have performed exceptionally today, and the steak seemed to be a bit tenderer than before.

In line with the shameful principle of waste, Ji Xiaoyu ate up the not-so-small half steak, and wiped out all the food on the plate and a large bowl of winter melon soup.

I have to say that Ji Xiaoyu's eating style is not at all elegant, but that kind of eating well will make people's appetite better after seeing it. In addition, Cheng Yutang was also quite surprised by Ji Xiaoyu’s appetite. This little thing is so thin that it can’t be seen to be so edible. If anyone comes to support him, he can’t afford to make more money...

Ji Xiaoyu ate and drank enough, stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick left and lick right, rolled the sauce on the corner of his mouth into his mouth, and a touch of tender red appeared playfully between the white teeth.

Cheng Yutang's expressions froze in an instant, and there was a rush of heat coming out of his body, reaching his lower abdomen.

Seeing that his expression was different, Ji Xiaoyu couldn't help asking: "Cheng, what's the matter with you, are you uncomfortable?"

Of course Mr. Cheng couldn't tell the truth, and answered inexplicably: "No, I'm just thinking about a problem at work."

As the president deserves to be so dedicated, he is still worrying about his official duties even after dinner. Ji Xiaoyu said in awe: "Then Mr. Cheng, please consider it slowly, I'll go first."

Cheng Yutang nodded coldly, annoyed in his heart, and adjusted his sitting posture unintentionally, using the table to block a certain part that had undergone a slight change.

Ji Xiaoyu hadn't noticed anything, and consciously put the tableware away, put it in the cart for collecting tableware in the dining hall area, and left the restaurant humming a song.

…

Ji Xiaoyu strolled from Hongsheng Building back to the dormitory of Hongle Garden. He threw the dirty clothes from the previous day into the washing machine and pressed the switch, then went to the bathroom to take a shower. After washing, he sat cross-legged on the sofa in the living room. , Pick up the remote control on the table to turn on the TV.

Ji Xiaoyu likes watching TV, especially watching various dramas with exaggerated plots, which are much more exciting than real life. In the past, he was either unconditional or too busy at work, and rarely had the opportunity to watch. He only had time to watch after he moved into Hongle Garden as a security guard.

After changing channels, Ji Xiaoyu locked in a certain station to broadcast "The Secret Garden on the Top Floor", which is an urban workplace emotional drama. It tells the story of a company president falling in love with a clerk. Looked at it.

After watching the two episodes in a flash, Liang Shaogang was back at ten o'clock. Ji Xiaoyu stood up, gave him a standard military salute, and said loudly: "Team leader has worked hard!"

Liang Shaogang was originally stubborn, and couldn't help laughing when he heard it. He patted Ji Xiaoyu on the back of the head. This kid is a real treasure.

After Ji Xiaoyu came, Yang Yipeng made some personnel adjustments to dozens of security guards under his opponent. One of them was to promote Liang Shaogang, who has been performing well since joining the company, to the team leader of the security team of Hongsheng Building A. Now Liang Shaogang manages and coordinates the work of all the security guards in Block A while on duty. The working hours are relatively flexible. Unlike before, he can leave work after eight hours on duty. On the contrary, he is more busy than before.

However, since the promotion will definitely increase the salary accordingly, although Ji Xiaoyu does not know how much Liang Shaogang can increase, and he will not be in charge of him after being transferred to the underground parking lot, but he is still happy for Liang Shaogang despite envy.

After a few words of greeting, Liang Shao just went to take a bath, and Ji Xiaoyu dried the clothes on the balcony and then went back to the room to sleep and incubate the eggs.

In the middle of the night, Ji Xiaoyu was awakened instantly when he heard a sound of "呯".

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of kicking, walking, and the creaking of moving tables and chairs next door. It turned out that Liu Weiren had returned from the night shift.

Ji Xiaoyu couldn't help having a headache. Every time this person came back in the middle of the night, he made a lot of noise, just like having a grudge against the things in the house.

There is a wall between the two bedrooms between him and Liu Weiren, but it is not a load-bearing wall, so the brickwork is thinner. The voice over there is a little louder than Liu Shaogang may not hear it, but it will be transmitted to Ji Xiaoyu. In addition, Ji Xiaoyu's hearing is more sensitive than ordinary people, so those messy sounds that enter his ears are amplified several times and become noise.

During the National Day, Liu Weiren came back twice in the middle of the night, which made Ji Xiaoyu unable to sleep for a long time. I couldn't help it the next day and got up and knocked on the door to make him move a little lighter. At that time, Liu Weiren might also be sleepy. He didn't say much, but agreed impatiently.

But today came again, did that guy forget or didn't take it seriously?

Ji Xiaoyu buried his head in the pillow, lying on the bed too lazy to move, closed his eyes and muttered in his heart, Xiaoye will give you another ten minutes to reform.

As soon as I thought, the sound of footsteps next door came out of the room and went to the living room, and then went to the bathroom. It seemed that Liu Weiren was going to take a bath.

Quiet outside, Ji Xiaoyu gradually became sleepy again.

"I want life in full bloom! It's like flying in the vast sky, like walking through the boundless wilderness, with the power to break free from everything..."

After a moment of dimness, a high-pitched and passionate song burst out next door, and Ji Xiaoyu almost rolled off the bed in shock.

After Liu Weiren screamed for two minutes, he was quiet for a short period of two minutes. Ji Xiaoyu was surprised and heard another crackling sound. It took him a few seconds to react. It should be the sound of hitting the computer keyboard.

It's so late, this guy is back from night shift, does he still have the energy and energy to play on the computer? Ji Xiaoyu, who has always had an extremely healthy routine, can't understand it.

"Murata sweet-scented osmanthus, you tmd hurry up!"

"Jump to the airport, idiot!"

"TNND dared to **** Lao Tzu's M16, I am impatient!"

"Fuck Lao Tzu abruptly hit you!"

"..."

Ji Xiaoyu didn't understand what Liu Weiren was playing, but he was stimulated by the startled curse and his heart burst. Invisibly, his tail hair exploded, and his stomach was full of anger without hitting it. NND was still sleeping. What a ghost.

If you don't make a move, you will treat me like a chicken!

Ji Xiaoyu turned on the bedside lamp, flipped the quilt off the bed, went out of the bedroom to the next door, and knocked on the door.

No one came to open the door, and Liu Weiren was still yelling inside.

Ji Xiaoyu made a slight effort, the ball lock on the door snapped open, and then he pushed the door in.

With the lights on in the room, Liu Weiren was sitting behind the computer desk with headphones on his back to the door, bluffing while typing on the keyboard, ignorant of Ji Xiaoyu's arrival.

Ji Xiaoyu stepped forward, took a cup of cold water from the table and poured it directly on Liu Weiren's head.

"Wow—"

Liu Weiren was immersed in the game. He was caught in the water unexpectedly, and he lost his mouse and jumped out of the chair.

Turning his head to see that it was Ji Xiaoyu, Liu Weiren turned black for a moment, pulled the earphones, wiped the water off his face, and cursed: "What do you want to do with TMD?!"

Ji Xiaoyu didn't want to wake up Liang Shaogang, but endured the urge to scold him: "If you don't want to do anything, just let you keep your voice down and don't make me sleep."

Liu Weiren rolled up his sleeves, revealing the knotted muscles on his arms, and said fiercely, "What if I have to make a noise?"

Ji Xiaoyu looked around, picked up a steel grip rod from the side of the table, squeezed it in his hand, and then under Liu Weiren's gaze, he bends both hands at will, like playing with plasticine, and the grip rod is circled into a circle. The loops connected end to end were placed on Liu Weiren's head. After discussing this, he generally asked: "Then you might be about the same thing as this thing, what do you think?"

"..."

Liu Weiren hung a large collar around his neck like a dog. He was stunned with shock, his jaw was about to be dislocated, no answer.

"Brother Liu, you just had a dream just now. Don't tell others, I won't admit it even if you say it." Ji Xiaoyu kindly reminded, patted the ash that didn't exist in his hand, and turned and walked out. , "Go to bed early, good night."

Afterwards, there was no sound in the next room anymore, and Ji Xiaoyu could finally get a solid sleep.