MTL - I Thought I Was Straight-Chapter 9 Crazy pursuit from the president⑨

Yan Ge: "..."

Why am I so cheap? Just let him lose face, why do you have to help him wipe his face? !

Yan Ge only felt a mouthful of old blood in his chest, Xue Mang closed his eyes and said in satisfaction: "Don't worry, I won't announce our relationship as long as you don't agree. Do you want anything? I heard you I want to buy a sea view villa, let me give it to you, and we can go to the seaside for vacation together if we have nothing to do in the future."

I don't want it! Stay away from me! Yan Ge almost vomited blood, his hand bounced off Xue Mang's face like an electric shock, he said: "You let go quickly, if you don't let go, it will be too late."

"I won't let you go." Xue Mang said stubbornly, "I will never let go of your hand again."

Yan Ge: "You let go, or it will be too late."

"Are you looking for reasons to reject me again?" Xue Mang smiled confidently, "I won't give you this chance again. I, Xue Mang, have never been without something since I grew up."

Yan Ge closed his eyes in pain, and covered his frowning face with the other hand.

At this time, the car window was knocked on, and the traffic policeman said to Xue Mang outside: "What are you doing? No parking is allowed here."

Xue Mang: "..."

Although this matter is over, Xue Mang is still not reconciled. After studying so hard for so long, I don't know how many times I burned my hands, and this is the result? The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became. He was so angry that he couldn't sleep all night, and went to the company the next day with dark circles under his eyes.

He always forgot to sleep and eat when he was working, but for the first time, he couldn't arouse any interest in facing the table full of documents. Xue Mang looked blankly at the table with his chin in his hands, and after a long time he sent a text message to Wu Jian, "I want to talk to Yang Ge, but I don't know what to say?"

Wu Jian, who was eating breakfast, saw this text message and almost spit out a mouthful of porridge. Is this really Xue Mang? Why wasn't he so stupid when he chased Song Zhiyang before?

Song Zhiyang on the side said: "What did you see? The expression is tangled like this."

"Look for yourself." Wu Jian handed the phone to Song Zhiyang.

Song Zhiyang looked at it, and his expression was also very exciting, "Mr. Xue has been hit by a mental attack? Well, let me save him."

Song Zhiyang replied: "Tell him some jokes or something. When people are happy, they will naturally talk more."

Xue Mang thought it made sense at first glance, and he said, "What jokes are you talking about?"

Song Zhiyang searched in his mind for a moment, and replied: "For example, some earthy love words, you make a slit with your hand, and I make a slit with your hand, so that we are a couple."

"Hmm...is it too bloody?" Xue Mang: "Change to a less **** one."

All right, Song Zhiyang continued to reply: "What do you belong to? I belong to a dog. No, you belong to me."

"This is good." Xue Mang said happily, "That's all."

Although it was still early, Yan Ge had already arrived at the set, and the director was talking to him about the play. At this moment, a text message came suddenly. Yan Ge opened it and saw that it was from Xue Mang.

"What do you belong to?"

What does he want to do? Yan Ge frowned and felt that the matter was not simple, he thought for a while and replied: "It belongs to chicken."

Xue Mang was overjoyed when he saw the reply, and immediately replied: "No, you belong to me."

Yan Ge thought something was wrong, and he replied, "Are you a chicken?"

Xue Mang: "..."

Xue Mang, who was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood, angrily sent a text message to Wu Jian, "How dare you trick me? Just wait!"

Song Zhiyang was taken aback when he received the text message, and deleted the reply calmly, and then calmly said to Wu Jian: "Return the phone to you."

Wu Jian didn't know that he had firmly held Xue Mang's hatred, and he still smiled at Song Zhiyang, "You said that Xue Mang was very shrewd before, but now he looks like a fool, saying that people in love IQ will decrease, he is not in love yet, his IQ is negative. Goose box, box box, box box box, I laughed so hard."

Xue Mang thought that Wu Jian was indeed an unreliable guy, and he didn't know why Song Zhiyang had his eyes on him. He thought about it and was still not reconciled. He learned to cook hard by himself, but in the end he only left an unpalatable impression on Yang Ge? No, giving up halfway is not my style, Xue Mang.

Xue Mang made up his mind, contacted the chef again, and went home to continue practicing his cooking skills.

After Yang Ge received two inexplicable text messages from Xue Mang, he felt that something was wrong. This morning, his right eyelid was always twitching, his heart flustered violently, and he always had the feeling that disaster was imminent.

I was absent-minded during filming this morning, and the director's eyes almost spit fire when he looked at him. After finally taking a break at noon, Yange heaved a sigh of relief and sat on his chair to wipe off his sweat. Just after taking a sip of water, the assistant came over with a lunch box, "Brother Yan has eaten."

"Yeah." Yan Ge took the lunch box and opened it, and said strangely, "Today's meal is a bit different from yesterday's."

The assistant's expression twisted slightly, and he said, "Oh, it's a different store."

"Oh." Yan Ge started eating without thinking too much.

As soon as he took a bite into his mouth, his expression was a little tangled. This food is too tasteless, right? However, the requirements for people filming outside should not be too high. Yan Ge stuffed food into his mouth with his eyes closed. If he didn't eat at noon, his body would definitely not be able to handle it in the afternoon.

Seeing that Yan Ge was eating big mouthfuls, the assistant asked carefully from the side: "Brother Yan, how does it taste?"

"It's not very good, it's tasteless." Yan Ge said, "It's better to order boxed lunches from the previous restaurant. The food there is better."

The assistant nodded silently without speaking.

The next day, when he had a break at noon, Yan Ge opened the lunch box and immediately frowned and said to his assistant, "Didn't you mean to change back to the original store?"

The assistant said, "Brother Yan, would you like to have a taste first? I told the chef, and the chef said that he has improved the taste."

Seeing that the rest of the crew had almost eaten enough, if he lingered any longer, then everyone would be waiting for him alone. Brother Yan sighed, and decided to try to see if the chef really improved the taste.

Ouch, after taking a bite, Yan Ge immediately wrinkled his face, "Why is it so salty?"

The assistant hurriedly passed the water, and said with a guilty conscience: "Didn't you think the taste of the food was too bland yesterday?"

"I think it's bland, but I don't have a strong taste." Yan Ge said speechlessly, "Don't you understand that I changed to another store? This store is opened by your relatives?"

In the afternoon, when Yang Ge was filming, his assistant hid in a corner and quietly called Xue Mang.

"Too salty? Okay, I get it."

The assistant said: "President Xue, forget it, if brother Yan is not satisfied tomorrow, he will fire me."

"What are you afraid of?" Xue Mang said calmly, "Can I still make you unemployed? Continue to do this tomorrow. If you do well, I will give you a salary increase."

At noon on the third day, Yan Ge was bored eating lunch. The assistant was sweating profusely nervously, "How is it, brother Yan, is today's food salty or bland?"

"It can be eaten so-so." Yan Ge said: "The combination of meat and vegetables is good, why is my dish different from others'?"

"This is a lunch specially prepared for you." The assistant wiped his sweat and said, "It's the only one in the world."

A box lunch is the only one in the world. This assistant who has just graduated is young, and he speaks with a second-hand atmosphere.

In this way, Yan Ge ate the lunch box from this store for several days in a row, and finally put down the lunch box one day after he finished his lunch, with a complicated expression on his face, and said, "It's strange."

The assistant on the side was startled and almost choked himself to death with a sip of water. The assistant blushed and had a thick neck, and even moved closer to Yan Ge, "What's the matter? Brother Yan, is the food not to your liking?"

"No." Yan Ge said with a puzzled look on his face: "Which shop did you buy this boxed lunch? Why do I feel this taste..."

The assistant widened his eyes and pricked up his ears, trying not to miss a word.

I heard Yan Ge say: "It's getting more and more delicious. Is it because the chef is getting more and more serious, or is the skill improving too fast?"

The assistant was very excited after hearing this, "Brother Yan, do you think it's delicious?"

"It's delicious." Yan Ge nodded and said, "It's getting more and more delicious, what's going on?"

"As long as you enjoy your meal." The assistant took a deep breath, "I suddenly have a stomachache and want to go to the toilet. I'll be back in a while. Brother Yan, if you have anything to do, I'll help you when I come back."

After speaking, the assistant ran away in a flash.

In the smelly toilet of the theater, the assistant almost shed tears of excitement. He said to Xue Mang on the phone: "Mr. Xue, you succeeded. Brother Yan praised the delicious food today..."

Xue Mang, who was listening to the phone, was also very excited. He stood up and walked around the office, silently putting down the phone. In the end, I couldn't suppress my excitement, jumped up on the spot, and shouted excitedly: "Yange! Sooner or later, I want you to be willing to sleep in my bed!"

Hearing a clatter, Xue Mang turned his head away, and saw Secretary Xiao Wang panicking at the door of the office to pick up the documents that had been accidentally dropped on the floor.