Huh? Are villainous bosses this easy to flirt with?

Chapter 200 Dog thing

"So now you——"

Seeing his dejected look, Xie Qing tentatively asked, "Couldn't make it in again?"

Xi Rui pursed his lips and nodded awkwardly.

When the bar manager saw him spilling drinks on the customers, it was as if he had found an excuse. For the nth time, he tried to persuade him not to be a waiter, but to become a hostess, saying that the customers would definitely like his type.

Xi Rui was strikingly handsome—he had round, cat-like eyes with a rare emerald green hue, full lips, and an innocent smile that somehow carried a captivating allure when he wasn't smiling.

That's why the manager, like a hyena that has smelled blood, relentlessly pursued him.

But Xi Rui didn't want that at all. Most of the guests in the private room were middle-aged men who were fat and bald, each with their own ugliness and an unpleasant smell.

Yes, he does want to find a sugar daddy to support him, but even if he wants to be a canary, he has to choose a cage that suits his taste.

So, under intense pressure from the bar manager, Xi Rui simply quit.

In the darkness, a completely black sedan silently glided to the side of the road and flashed its headlights twice.

Xie Qing gestured to Chu Luo to wait a moment, then approached Xi Rui and handed him a business card. "This cake shop has good pay and benefits; you can give it a try."

Xi Rui was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, Xie Qing had already gotten into the car and driven away.

Is this... introducing him to a job?

He looked at the business card in his hand with a puzzled expression; the gold lettering gleamed faintly under the streetlight—"Naughty Cake?"

This name... is kind of cute, huh??? ( ˙?˙ )???

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The weather in November was getting colder and colder, and the filming of Xie Qingxin's movie was gradually coming to an end.

On the last day of filming, everyone went to a private restaurant for a meal. Perhaps because it was the last day, the crew drank a bit too much, and even the usually tense and restrained director, Mi Qiwu, got drunk.

Holding his wine glass, his cheeks flushed, he swirled it in front of Xie Qing. "Xie Qing, this is a toast to you... If it weren't for you, my movie might have had to be abandoned halfway through filming..."

Xie Qing politely picked up her glass, took a sip, and smiled faintly, "Director Mi, you flatter me. I didn't do anything. It's your talent and perseverance that brought this movie to where it is today."

The original script tells a story that is touching enough, otherwise he wouldn't have participated.

At the other end of the private room, Bao Xin sat alone in the shadows of the corner, his gaze passing over the noisy crowd and landing on Xie Qing's smiling profile.

"Bao Sanjin, stop looking."

A hand suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, interrupting his view. Zhao Lei leaned closer and said something utterly cutting: "No matter how long you look at it, it's not yours."

After spending several months together, Zhao Lei had become somewhat aware of Bao Xin's feelings for Xie Qing. Bao Xin took a big gulp of wine, the alcohol burning his throat, but he couldn't suppress the bitterness surging in his heart.

"So what if I look?!"

"I never thought he would be mine. On the last day, can't I even take a look?!"

Zhao Lei was taken aback by his sudden outburst of emotion and quickly waved his hand, "Okay, okay, I was just joking, don't get agitated..."

Bao Xin turned his face away and drank without saying a word. The neon lights outside the window were reflected in the wine glass, shattering into a colorful mess.

When the dinner party ended, it was already late at night, and Xie Qing got into the car that Huo Yunting had come to pick him up.

Inside the confined car, Huo Yunting wrapped his strong arms around Xie Qing's waist, lowered his head slightly, and brushed his high nose against the fair neck of the person in his arms, gently sniffing.

"Qingqing, have you been drinking?"

"I only took one sip."

Xie Qing tilted her head back and nuzzled Huo Yunting's nose, chuckling, "With such a sensitive nose, could our Tingting really be a puppy in disguise?"

Huo Yunting rested his chin on Xie Qing's shoulder, his hot breath seeping in through her open collar, making Xie Qing tremble slightly.

"Don't try to change the subject."

His voice was muffled, tinged with a hint of aggrieved accusation, "You promised me you wouldn't drink."

"Okay, Tingting, I was wrong."

Xie Qing softened her voice, kissing Huo Yunting's lips lightly and gently, "I promise I won't drink a drop next time..."

Huo Yunting's heart trembled from the kiss, but he tried to keep a straight face and said coldly, "This is the last time."

With his deliberately serious tone and reddened ear tips, he looked just like a big wolfhound that had been stroked and was now putting on airs. Xie Qing couldn't help but smirk.

……

Huo Yunting had been eagerly anticipating Xie Qingxin's new drama's completion, and he arranged for all his work for the next two weeks to be done online, just waiting to keep her at home and enjoy some quality time together.

After filming wrapped, Xie Qing rested at home for two days.

On the morning of the third day, he woke up groggily and subconsciously tried to turn over, but felt an indescribable soreness in his lower abdomen, and a burning pain in a certain private area.

Huo Yunting was still sleeping soundly beside him, his strong arms wrapped tightly around his waist like iron hoops. Xie Qing struggled to pry the hand off and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, stuffing it into the other's arms.

Wearing a white t-shirt that was clearly a size too big, she walked towards the bathroom, her long, slender legs trembling. Xie Qing, who had only taken two steps, exclaimed, "..."

That bastard (▼ヘ▼), that's enough.

Upon entering the bathroom, Xie Qing washed herself, the steam blurring the mirror.

He raised his hand and wiped away a patch of clarity. In the mirror, his entire body was flushed pink, his lips were bright red, and ambiguous marks snaked from his neck to his collarbone, making him look like a spirit that lived by sucking people's life force.

His fingers unconsciously touched the bite mark on his neck, and the slight stinging pain from his fingertips made him hiss softly. In his heart, he cursed Huo Yunting, that bastard, a thousand times over.

After taking a shower, Xie Qing put her white T-shirt back on and bent down to scoop water from the sink when a scalding hot body suddenly pressed against her.

Huo Yunting's strong arms wrapped around Xie Qing's slender waist without warning, his well-defined chest pressed against Xie Qing's back, and his chin rested lazily on Xie Qing's shoulder.

"Qingqing, why didn't you wake me up?"

The man's voice was a few decibels lower than usual in the morning, rustling against the eardrums, so sexy it made one's legs go weak.

Xie Qing raised her hand and patted Huo Yunting's head, her voice as soft as a feather brushing against his skin, "You bastard..."

Huo Yunting froze, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Qingqing, are you insulting me?"

Xie Qing turned around, her soft lips lightly touching the man's cheek. "No, you misheard. I was clearly praising you..." Yeah, right.

The sudden kiss left Huo Yunting in a daze, and his previous questioning vanished instantly—Qingqing had never been willing to speak harshly to him, so why would she scold him?

I must have misheard.

Having successfully convinced himself, Huo Yunting happily buried his face in Xie Qing's neck, sniffing and nibbling at her like a cat.

The fluffy head rubbed against her, its warm breath spraying onto her sensitive skin, causing Xie Qing to involuntarily shrink her neck.