The Boss Let Him Slack Off

The Boss Let Him Slack Off

Mu Xiaomu was curled up in her car, an auntie-like smile spreading across her pretty face.

Today, Su Su had gotten out of the car rubbing his waist. Seeing the male lead's cold face looking so awkward and distressed—ah! The CP leader was satisfied, wasn't she!

She would protect her CP. This time, the results were clearly better than last time. She would keep working hard in the future!

Lin Su gritted his teeth as he followed Gu Lin into the office. A soft cushion had already been placed on the chair.

You think this means I'll forgive you? Impossible, absolutely impossible!!

Two whole days! Half my life was gone!

Gu Lin took off his coat, unfastened his cuffs, and scooped him up in his arms. Lin Su lowered his voice. "Are you crazy? This is the company."

"Gu Lin, put me down."

He was no longer calling him President Gu. Don't ask why—it was too embarrassing! Who kept making someone call their name while doing it? Especially when they leaned close to your ear while you were gasping for breath and said: From now on, you're not allowed to call me President Gu in private...

Because the consequences would be severe. Lin Su didn't understand. What kind of fetish was that!

"Right away."

As soon as Gu Lin finished speaking, he set Lin Su down on the sofa.

It was working hours. It would be bad if someone saw them. Lin Su tried to get up, but tugged at a certain spot and shuddered as he lay back down. "Turn around. Lie on your stomach."

And so—

"Hiss, gentler!" Lin Su pounded the sofa.

"It hurts, Gu Lin!"

"Ah! Okay, okay, stop pressing! My waist is going to break!"

Gu Lin's hands were far stronger than ordinary. After just a few presses, Lin Su, who already felt shattered, seemed even more broken.

"Do you want some water?" Gu Lin's voice was slightly hoarse, carrying a trace of gentleness.

The person on the sofa didn't notice it. His waist did feel much better, but a certain place was beyond words.

"No, I still have work later." He gritted his teeth and tried to get up.

Even if I have only one breath left, I still have to work!

Gu Lin pressed him back down again, his clear voice carrying amusement. "I'll do the work. I'll carry you inside to rest."

"You've worked hard these past two days."

Lin Su blushed at that. The first part was fine, but what was that last sentence supposed to mean? He couldn't help recalling what had happened over the past two days—the touching, the kissing, the force...

I'm crazy! Why am I thinking about that at a time like this!

"N-no need. I can do it." As he spoke, he endured the pain and stood up. But he moved too quickly and lost his balance, only to be caught by Gu Lin.

"I'll carry you home. You can lie down."

"Your choice."

Gu Lin was clearly displeased. Seeing Lin Su nearly fall made his heart clench even more, and his tone unconsciously turned several degrees colder.

Carry me home??? Do you even hear yourself? Did you forget the terms of the contract?

He's probably just trying to scare me, right??

Looking at Gu Lin's stern expression, Lin Su believed him!

When they had barely known each other, he had only thought Gu Lin was cold. Now, after getting to know each other so deeply, he finally understood what kind of person Gu Lin truly was.

Cold, sparing with words, and always true to his word. He went crazy when nothing was wrong and lost his mind when something was.

Lin Su grabbed his arm in fright, afraid Gu Lin would really carry him out.

"I-I'll lie down!"

Seeing his brows lightly furrowed, Gu Lin knew he had something to say. He didn't urge him, merely waited quietly.

"I'll just lie on the sofa and look over the documents." Lin Su pointed at the sofa beneath him.

Disabled but determined. Mm, I really am such a good employee.

"Fine." Gu Lin looked at him, then added, "Looking only."

"I've revised the previous document. You can take a look."

He was referring to the document Lin Su had worked overtime on Friday night. He had never found the time to revise it, yet Gu Lin had unexpectedly finished it for him.

Does... does this count as pulling strings?

"Thank you, President Gu...!" After catching the man's gaze, Lin Su immediately changed how he addressed him. "Gu Lin."

His voice was a little weak. He truly was afraid.

How could he not be?

He never wanted to enter Gu Lin's study again. After all, he knew every corner of it clearly now—even the ornaments in front of the desk and the books on the first through fifth shelves. Especially that awful sofa; it would probably need replacing. The countless tiny holes all over it looked terribly mood-ruining.

I tore up his sofa. Should I pay for it?

Gu Lin took a pillow from the small side room and placed it on the sofa. Then he went to the desk, fetched several documents for Lin Su, and poured a glass of water onto the coffee table.

Lin Su pursed his red lips. Was he really this considerate? Gu Lin's future wife would be lucky.

Gu Lin's expression paused. His injured lips pressed together, and his sharp brows furrowed.

Why was he thinking about leaving again?

"Whoosh, whoosh." Lin Su took off his coat and sniffed it, then sniffed himself. "Why do I feel like I smell like you?"

He had clearly sprayed a lot that morning, so why was there still a faint scent? "Could you get my suppressant spray for me?"

Hearing that, Gu Lin walked to Lin Su's desk, opened the drawer with practiced ease, and successfully found the bottle of spray.

Strange, did I just say which compartment it was in?

A trace of confusion flashed in Lin Su's peach-blossom eyes, and Gu Lin caught it perfectly.

"I'll help you." Those three words interrupted Lin Su's thoughts at just the right moment.