The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 342 President, you are a dog! (25)
Fengcheng didn't pursue it too much, and took Cen Mu directly to the garage. The men who worked hard were all good-looking, and I have to say that Fengcheng was really pleasing to the eye while driving.

Cen Mu is bored, there is nothing to see left and right, so he can only watch the city closure.

His mind was full of the gossip that Xu Man sent him.

What a joke, how could someone like Fengcheng like him.

He was hesitant to ask Fengcheng to go back to the company to explain, but the scorching gaze didn't bother the boss who was driving, Fengcheng suddenly bent his lips and asked, "Are you trying to make two holes in my handsome face?"

Cen Mu: "..." No, since when did you become so shameless in Fengcheng?
He had no choice but to look away silently, but outside the car window was a food street, and he hadn't eaten since he came out of the hospital...

Cen Mu moved his butt silently, as if this could cover up the inexplicable sound coming from his stomach.

But fortunately, he was upbeat and did not do anything embarrassing today.

After getting off the car, Fengcheng ordered: "Order a takeaway."

Cen Mu glanced at him, thinking that sealing the city was not without conscience.Then he took out his mobile phone and called the store he bought the most often, "The boss has an old rule, cook a bowl of noodles softer, don't use coriander, and add everything else, more spicy, yes, add more chili. Then the address Change it, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Cen Mu felt the scorching gaze. He was numb from being stared at, so he could only ask silently: "Boss, did I do something wrong?"

"No, you did a good job." Feng Cheng regained that half-smile face, with a superior expression, "Cen Mu, I wonder if you are the roundworm in my stomach, you know exactly what I like to eat."

"..."

"Or have you coveted me for many years? Otherwise, I really don't know how you can figure out what I like to eat so clearly."

Cen Mu trembled, and almost dropped the phone on the ground.

"Boss, I don't! Don't think about it!"

Feng Cheng's half smile was not a smile, and his eyes clearly said: Don't explain, I understand everything.

Cen Mu cried, if he said that he ordered it for himself, would Fengcheng be furious and fire him.

Sighing, he picked up his phone again and had to order another one for himself.

The two of them squatted under the real estate in a very disfigured manner, eating noodles silently, and Feng Cheng glanced over from time to time, "Why do you think yours is better than mine?"

"..." Cen Mu carefully moved a little away, "Boss, we are the same shop, the same."

He would never tell Fengcheng, he brought the first copy himself.

After eating, Fengcheng took him upstairs to check the decoration design of the house.

The furniture I bought last time has not been shipped yet, and the decoration workers are preparing materials at this time.

Fengcheng brought over a few design drawings, "Which one looks better?"

Cen Mu frowned and glanced at Fengcheng, "Boss, the decoration of your home is the most important thing you like. You choose it yourself, I choose the one with difficulties."

"Not many." Feng Cheng directly stuffed the blueprints into his hands, "And...with your extraordinary performance these days, I trust your vision."

Cen Mu looked helplessly at the pile of papers in his hand, and sighed helplessly: He was guilty, he was wrong...

He shouldn't wear clothes of the same color as Fengcheng to work, and shouldn't like to eat what Fengcheng likes.

"Don't be so sad, I'll give you a raise!" Feng Cheng patted him on the shoulder, "Do it well!"

As soon as the words fell, he saw that the things on top of the pile of wood that the city was relying on were crumbling and about to fall.

Cen Mu's pupils shrank, and he pushed away Fengcheng violently!

(End of this chapter)