My Boss (What Comes Around Goes Around)

Part 32

That night, Cheng Yao returned home with Megatron in fear, while Qian Heng staggered to the toilet with a choking expression on his face.

Then, he spent nearly half the night in the toilet without a word. During that half of the night, Cheng Yao heard that the tap in the bathroom had not been turned off. The clattering sound seemed to be the endless tears in Qian Heng's heart...

He just rushed his hands all night.

Cheng Yao deliberately got up early the next day, and kindly paid Qian Heng's L'Occitane hand cream to Qian Heng and secretly put it in his file bag. She always feels that Qian Heng needs it more than herself...

Not only does his hands that have been washed most of the night need care and nourishment, this verbena-flavored hand cream hopes to remove the shadow of Qian Heng's own hands that have been indirectly contaminated by feces, and make his hands at least smell Good shit...

Because of what Megatron did, Cheng Yao knew it well in the morning and didn't let it jump in the living room. She prepared a sumptuous breakfast for Qian Heng, hoping that Qian Heng would not be blamed for what happened last night.

The breakfast was obviously to Qian Heng's appetite. Although he was sullen, he ate without a bite.

After wiping his mouth, he finally glanced at Cheng Yao: "Where is my suit last night?"

"Throw it away!" Cheng Yao smiled, his face was covered with dog legs, "The boss told me to throw it. I must throw it. How can this kind of contaminated thing appear to the boss? The front of you pollutes your sight?! This is definitely not good!"

"Then you can pick it up."

Cheng Yao:? ? ?

Qian Heng wiped his hands gracefully: "I now think that what you said has some truth."

"what?"

"Society and economy are in recession, and supplies are quite scarce. As a high-income group of 5% at the top of the pyramid, I should lead by example and not waste it."

Cheng Yao's face was full of question marks: "So?"

"So, you can dry clean my clothes and save them. I think it can be used. After all, if you touch a dirty thing, it doesn't mean it becomes a dirty thing." Qian Heng coughed and said naturally. "It's like some sexual assault victims have been assaulted, but they are not the fault, and they don't become unclean because of the assault. Are you right?"

What's this all about? Don't you just wash your clothes? Can you still get sexual assault?

"According to this logic, although my hand touched something that shouldn't be touched, it was not dirty. Once it is cleaned, it can be used again."

...

Qian Heng's remarks were not so much for Cheng Yao, as for himself.

From his look and tone, he can clearly feel the struggle and pain in his heart. It seems that last night he really thought about whether he can use his hands or not, but since I convinced myself...

Cheng Yao couldn't help teasing: "Then boss, why did you use your left hand for breakfast just now? I don't think you are left-handed. When you use your left hand to clamp an egg, I see your hands are shaking and the eggs are falling out. How many times..."

Qian Heng glanced at Cheng Yao coldly: "I couldn't think of what to eat tonight, but now I think about it."

"What to eat?"

"Dog meat hot pot I think is very good."

"..."

Cheng Yao thought, it's all right, I shut up: "I am indeed responsible for this matter." She blinked and said sincerely, "So to express my apology, boss, I will invite you to dinner tonight. Wages just paid!"