Day 04 23:18
Song Ran was deeply troubled.
Ask yourself, do you want to see Mr. He
think.
Dare to press the switch
dare not.
Both answers are clear and unambiguous, but they are incompatible with each other. Song Ran didn't understand why, and was swaying in pain. Before he could make a decision, the door was accidentally opened, and Bo Bu in a little yellow duck pajamas appeared at the door, pouting, sniffing, and tearful. stared at him.
He was at a loss: "Bob, what's wrong?"
"Big liar!" Boob accused him, blinking his eyelids, and a few tears fell, "I promised I would see you when I woke up, I... I woke up twice!"
His chest was bulging, his lips pursed tighter and tighter, and his little face was twisted into a wrinkled little old man.
Song Ran had promised to sleep with him before, but halfway through, he settled his suspicions with Mr. He, chatted happily, and turned his head to forget about the child. As soon as Boob cried, guilt poked into his heart like a needle. He couldn't care about Mr. He. He picked up the child and coaxed softly, wiping away his tears and apologizing.
Bu Bu knew that Song Ran spoiled him, and because of the rare love, he vented all the small temper that he didn't dare to use in front of his father and the babysitter, and made a big fuss. It took a long time to stop crying. The small sobbing sound didn't stop, to show that he was still unhappy and still very aggrieved.
"Brother knows it's wrong, so I'll accompany you to sleep." Song Ran pretended to be pitiful, "Boob forgive brother once, okay?"
With tears in his eyes, Boob raised a short finger: "Just once."
"Once, just once!"
Song Ran hurriedly carried Bu Bu back to the bedroom, turned off the light, covered the quilt, and coaxed him to sleep in the quiet darkness. It wasn't until the child held his arm and breathed evenly that he remembered that Mr. He seemed to be thrown into a corner along with his mobile phone.
When it's over, you'll be deducted again.
Song Ran moved his arms and then his legs, sneaked out of bed, and sneaked out with a cat on his waist. The child's mobile phone was left in the small theater. He picked it up and pressed a button, and the call was not interrupted. The cumulative time on the screen had increased to 2 hours and 23 minutes.
"Hey, Mr. He, are you still listening?"
Song Ran asked softly.
There was a quick reply: "I'm listening."
The tone was calm, without impatience or anger.
Song Ran calmed down a bit, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. He, I'm going to sleep with Boob, why don't we... er... er, make a phone call next time?"
He wanted to say "video", but he was inexplicably ashamed. The word stuck in his throat for a long time, but he didn't hold back.
He Zhiyuan took the initiative to say for him, "Video is also fine."
Song Ran blushed: "Okay... okay."
At this point in the conversation, it was time to hang up. The receiver was silently blank for a few seconds. Neither party spoke, but neither did they hang up. Song Ran is a sensitive person. Holding the mobile phone, He Zhiyuan said with a smile, "It's been a long day for you. Rest early, so that Boob won't be able to find you when he wakes up later... Good night."
When he said the word "late", He Zhiyuan made an extremely tired and sexy bubble sound, Song Ran's ears were crisp, a strong tingling sensation ran down his cervical spine to his lower abdomen, and his jeans were obviously tight.
"Late... good night!"
He hung up the phone in a panic, breathing hard.
One day later, in this small theater, Song Ran leaned on Mr. He's shoulder to watch an old movie. When the end credits floated, he asked, "That day... is the fourth day we met, if I really press Turn off the switch and see you, will there be any difference between us?"
He Zhiyuan looked down at him, his eyes were deep, and love flowed into a sea of night in them.
He said, "If you do, we'll have an ordinary first meeting. I'm wearing a nightgown, I haven't brushed my teeth, I haven't washed my face, I haven't shaved, and I'm as decadent as any other slovenly man. You suddenly realize, The male god in your mind doesn't seem to have any charm in private, just ordinary, just a little more polished clothes and a little more high-end clothing. So, you are no longer fascinated by me. "
Song Ran grabbed his neck and defended his precious first love: "I won't!"
"Really?"
Song Ran insisted: "Really!"
"That's even worse." He Zhiyuan held up his chin and touched his lips like a dragonfly, "When you see that 'me', you will probably be as timid as a mouse and hide the real Songran, He became a particularly well-behaved student of the Three Goods. From then on, he kept his eyes on the ground, trembling with fear, figuring out how to earn impression points in front of me. I couldn't complain anymore, I swallowed the words that I was a bastard, and I couldn't listen to the presumptuous and cute talk. It's pretty bad when you think about it that way, isn't it?"
Song Ran reflexively wanted to argue, but when the words came to his mouth, he felt that He Zhiyuan was right - at that time, he was far from being suitable to meet "that Mr. He".
No matter how frenzied it may appear, an infatuation based on a one-sided relationship is always too shallow. He wasn't mature enough, and he didn't get rid of his emotional inferiority. "That Mr. He" wiped out his sanity with just one face. If he sat and talked to each other, he couldn't imagine how he would react.
Maybe kneeling, looking up, blindly guessing Mr. He's preferences in the chaos, filling himself into a seemingly ideal mold, self-righteously acting as a "qualified suitor", afraid of making mistakes, and making frequent mistakes, and finally going in the opposite direction. , brushed past the blessings that were almost there.
How bad, just tragic.
Song Ran felt frightened, clenched his teeth and arched his collar towards He Zhiyuan's chest, trying to arch most of his body into the other's fiery arms. He Zhiyuan hugged him tightly, his fingers meshed like gears, and body temperature poured in from every crevice of the sweater thread. The warm light shines on the head, and the camellia red sofa fabric reflects the skin, showing a large pale pink.
He rubbed the back of He Zhiyuan's hand and asked softly, "If I really hid it, would you still like it?"
He Zhiyuan was delighted: "Why, do you think I can't catch the rabbit going through the hole?"
Hearing this, Song Ran's drooping eyelashes trembled, and then trembled again. He didn't raise his head, he only held He Zhiyuan's slender fingers tighter. After a long while, he laughed "puchi", bent his knees, and pushed He Zhiyuan's waist hard, saying, "You are the rabbit!"
On the fourth night of their acquaintance, Songran failed to see his Mr. He.
It was a spring night in April, and there was still a hint of winter cold in the air, and the magnolias in S City had begun to bloom. The fragrance of the flowers faded first and then thickened, filling the streets with no one under the street lights. On the 12th floor of the 5th building of Bishuiwan Residence, Song Ran was lying in the hot eiderdown quilt, hugging Xiao Bubu, and dreaming of a watercolor texture.
The color of the dream is smudged, the tone is bright, and the sunlight penetrates through the large floor-to-ceiling glass and sprinkles every corner of the living room. The cat stretched its limbs, twisted its chubby waist lazily, and basked the front side for a while, and the back side for a while.
There was the ding-dong of the music box, and the tiptoe ballet dancer swirled in the center of the box.
On the coffee table in the living room are a bunch of gypsophila, two fairy tale books, and three cute animal mugs. A set of three mugs in the shape of a chubby chipmunk. Dolls and pine cones were scattered on the carpet, Song Ran knelt in the middle, and built a castle with building blocks together with the cloth. In the kitchen not far away, the cups and plates rattled softly, and a tall, broad-shouldered strange man was standing on the floor. In front of the counter, while making coffee, frying eggs.
He turned his back to Songran, and his face was unknown, but Songran just knew that if he turned around, he would definitely like that face.
When Song Ran indulged in dreams, a new day on the other side of the ocean had just begun. The employees at Swordarc Inc were surprised to find their CTO in a surprisingly good mood today.
At nine o'clock in the morning, with the loud noise of the tires rubbing against the concrete floor, all the employees on the first floor witnessed a gorgeous drift into the warehouse. The black, red and gold shield emblem flashed a dazzling light under the scorching sun, making it extremely ostentatious. In fact, drifting into the warehouse is not a rare thing in the company, because this is Carl Kraus's regular appearance every day, but it is a bit bizarre to replace He Zhiyuan as the person who got out of the car.
It turns out that the rumor that Mr. He rolled over Carl in a corner is not fake, right
The saucy Mr. Carl finished his drift at 9:08 and received an abnormal sound of comfort. He was puzzled, and even his light chestnut hair was dimmed a little. He listened to the news about He Zhiyuan all the way and stepped into the R&D department, and saw the central character of the topic leaning against the table, holding a cup of coffee, his hands in his trouser pockets, and chatting happily with his subordinates.
After the subordinate left, Carl was so excited that he pulled over He Zhiyuan's shoulder: "Let me see, Guatemalan coffee beans, two sugar cubes, a honey muffin, and chatting with people before work... I bet, Your soul has been swapped with my grandmother."
He Zhiyuan smiled lightly: "Then your grandmother's drifting skills are really good."
Carl was overjoyed and gave a thumbs up: "Can't you hold back? Do you want to have a show after the press conference? Conventional, Sonoma track, modified car."
He Zhiyuan shook his head: "I can't do it this time. Boobu is still waiting for me to go home, so I can't stay for more than a day."
Carl shrugged in disappointment.
In fact, when Boo Boo was a baby, it was not very worry-free. As He Zhiyuan's close friend, Carl had once been urinated and didn't know how many clothes, leaving a painful psychological shadow, and he also gave up the idea of raising a baby. However, because of his strong classmate friendship, he still loves He Zhiyuan's little treasure very much.
"No problem, don't embarrass our good dad." Carl skipped the topic and continued his cross-examination, "So, I'm so happy today, the stock has earned?"
He Zhiyuan spread his hands: "AI concept stocks have been rising for half a month."
Carl diverged his thoughts and thought of another possibility: "Is the technical problem all solved? Tsk tsk, it doesn't look like it."
He turned his head and looked around at all beings in the R&D department, still maintaining his usual comment: "Hell on earth."
"Okay, don't guess, care more about your own work, I will share with you the first time I have good news." He Zhiyuan put down the cup and patted Carl's hand on his shoulder, "Ten See you in meeting room two in a few minutes, I sincerely hope that the last two inappropriate jokes have been deleted from your speech, otherwise, in order to save the company's image, I will have to mock you in my own section."
Carl takes a big hit: "Is it really impossible to keep it?"
He Zhiyuan smiled politely: "No."