Yang Yin gave Shen Zemu the aromatherapy machine to thank him for giving her a lecture, but he did not expect him to return the gift—he gave her a neck massager.
This gift can be said to be very thoughtful and practical.
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In the monthly competition in October, the Dw team played well. On the night of winning the game, Yang Yin planned to take the crooked melons and split dates to sing K to relax. Deng Wenbo happened to be there too, and when he heard that they were going to sing, he waved his hand and said, "I'll take you to a good place."
Yang Yin was afraid that the boss would lead the team members into trouble, so she wanted to refuse. Deng Wenbo glared and said, "What expression do you have? I'm a decent person."
The decent boss took them to the nightclub, and as soon as they entered the nightclub door, the enchanting and glamorous proprietress winked at him.
It's so serious.
Deng Wenbo pretended not to know the proprietress well.
The proprietress was very good at coming, and when she saw Deng Wenbo following the girl, she immediately understood, so she asked her to arrange a box without saying anything else. Then she also sent a message in her family's wechat group of singing princesses and everyone in Aite said: Deng Wenbo brought the girl here, you pretend you don't know him well, don't be a bad guy.
Yang Yin followed the waiter to the private room. From the hall to the private room, she didn't walk much, but she met many people, all of whom were beauties. The beauties all looked at her, their eyes were mostly curious and probing, Yang Yin was quite strange, looking at them, they were embarrassed by looking at them, and smiled at her.
Yang Yin: "...??" Girls winking at girls, is this a new trend in nightclubs
"What to look at." Deng Wenbo said.
Those beauties just dispersed.
The decoration in the box was quite luxurious. The team members were very happy, and Yang Yin was naturally satisfied. She sat down and ordered some food and drink. Anyway, the boss paid for it.
Then Yang Yin took a photo of the box with her mobile phone and sent it to Shen Zemu.
Shen Zemu:
Yang Yin: We won the game today and we are singing. The boss treats you. Do you want to join in the fun? #呲牙笑#
Shen Zemu: Location.
Yang Yin just asked casually, but she didn't expect him to come over. She sent a location to Shen Zemu, and then said to Deng Wenbo: "Boss, our data engineer will also come over later."
"What is he doing here?" Deng Wenbo was not very happy.
"He's part of our team."
…
Shen Zemu arrived very quickly.
Yang Yin was sitting in the box listening to the crooked melons singing, oh no, that wasn't singing, it was "howling song". She was bored and drank some wine with Deng Wenbo. When Shen Zemu arrived, she had already finished one bottle of beer and had just opened a second bottle.
Shen Zemu came over and sat beside her.
Then he took the wine bottle in her hand naturally, and gently put it on the table, "Drink less."
"It's okay, I'm happy today." Yang Yin smiled.
Shen Zemu glanced at her sideways, and said in a voice that only she could hear: "Did you finish your homework today?"
Yang Yin rubbed her head, "I'll write when I get back."
"Well, how was the game?"
"It's fine, let me tell you..."
The two sat very close to each other, and Deng Wenbo couldn't hear a word of their whispered conversation there. He was very upset, and put the wine glass heavily on the table, trying to get their attention.
Yang Yin only glanced at him, then turned her head and continued talking to Shen Zemu. The two simply analyzed the gains and losses of the game there.
And Shen Zemu didn't even look at him as the boss from the beginning to the end.
Deng Wenbo couldn't tell what he was being hypocritical about, anyway, he was just unhappy. He sat alone, drank a lot of wine one after another, and got angry and asked the proprietress to call two beauties, and everyone sang and drank together.
The two beauties were dressed stylishly but not revealingly. They were just chatting and singing here, and Yang Yin didn't express any objection.
The crooked melons and dates are happy.
Shen Zemu is a quiet person who can't stand the continuous noise in the surrounding environment, and KTV is one of the places he is most impatient with. He endured it in the box for a while, then got up to go to the bathroom, and smoked a cigarette.
After smoking, when he came out, he happened to meet Deng Wenbo head-on.
Shen Zemu didn't look sideways, as if he didn't see him.
"Stop." Deng Wenbo stopped him, and closed the bathroom door with his hand back, shutting them both in the bathroom. Deng Wenbo was drinking so much that his eyes were blurred at the moment. He squinted his eyes and looked at Shen Zemu, with undisguised hostility in his eyes, and said, "If you dare to get Yang Yin's idea, I will fire you. Where did you come from?" Where are you going!"
Shen Zemu glanced at him, his gaze was as cold as Qiushuang.
"What are you looking at," Deng Wenbo said, "If you look at it again, I'll fire you now!"
Shen Zemu said: "You are not good enough for her."
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Yang Yin was singing, Shen Zemu and Deng Wenbo came out of the bathroom one after another, she saw Deng Wenbo's expression was ugly.
"Go away, my team doesn't need you anymore, get out!" Deng Wenbo pointed at Shen Zemu and said loudly.
Yang Yin quickly put down the microphone, stood up and stopped in front of Deng Wenbo, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"He has been fired by me."
"Why did you open it? Boss, you have to discuss it with me."
"What are you talking about, I'm the boss!"
When he was talking, she smelled of alcohol, Yang Yin rubbed her head, and said to the other people in the box: "Play first... Shen Zemu, sit down first." She said, pulling Deng Wenbo out of the box.
Shen Zemu was a little worried and followed out.
…
Yang Yin was also furious, she dragged Deng Wenbo outside, and found a random corner.
"What do you mean?" she asked him.
"I don't like him. I'm the boss and I can use whoever I want."
"What if I disagree?"
"If you don't agree, I'll disband the team, and you won't be able to use it anymore." Deng Wenbo, who had been simmering in his heart for a long time, let it out with the strength of alcohol. Damn, he's easy to talk about outside and he's considered a character, who isn't polite when he sees him? It's good to have a broken team, one or two can ride on his neck. Why should he be so angry? It's a big deal, one shot and two scattered, out of sight, out of mind.
"Deng Wenbo." Yang Yin called him by his first name.
Deng Wenbo's neck twitched, "What are you doing?"
Yang Yin suddenly raised her hand, grabbed his collar, and pulled it down. Deng Wenbo was forced to bend down and lower his head to meet her gaze.
The two faces were very close, and he saw anger in her eyes. He should have been angry too, but he wasn't. He looked at her familiar single eyelid, her eyes that were black with anger... His heart beat a little faster suddenly.
"Deng Wenbo, in your eyes, this team is just a toy, right? Play if you want to play, throw away if you don't want to play?"
"I… "
"But do you know," she said, looking into his eyes, "your toys train for ten hours a day, and they don't dare to slack off for a minute. They are trembling when they lose the game, and they are happy when they win the game. Just qualify for that point How much did they pay for their hopes? You just dismiss it now? Disband? Are you sure?"
She was breathing heavily because of her anger, and the air she exhaled sprayed into his face when she spoke, making him feel confused. She stared at him with a slightly scary expression, but also damn charming.
Deng Wenbo's breathing also became short of breath.
Yang Yin stared at him, "Speak, ah?" She suddenly raised her voice.
"I, I like you."
"..."
"I like you," Deng Wenbo finally said. He felt a little melancholy, but it was more about the relief after pouring out his heart. "I like you." He repeated in a murmur.
Yang Yin never expected the topic to take a 180-degree turn. She let go of him and said, "You like me, so you want to disband the team?"
"No... I just like you, and I don't want to see you treat others well."
"Boss, you're drunk." Yang Yin shook her head, "I'll find someone to take you back."
"I'm not drunk, I like you. Yang Yin, do you like me?"
When Deng Wenbo said this, his brows drooped and he looked at her cautiously, which reminded Yang Yin of the idiom "very pitiful".
"I don't like you." Yang Yin finally rejected him ruthlessly.
"why?"
Yang Yin felt that it was necessary to clarify this matter, "Boss, you can't give me what I want, we are not the same people."
Deng Wenbo pressed, "Can Shen Zemu give it to you?"
Yang Yin froze for a moment, pulled the corner of her mouth helplessly, and replied: "Actually, to me, the key is not what he can give me, but what I can give him. I won't hide it from you, boss, I just Like him. I'll give him anything he wants—as long as I have it."
Deng Wenbo has a deep understanding of what discrimination is, and feels like his heart is about to break.
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Deng Wenbo left alone, and when Yang Yin returned to the box, Shen Zemu kept following her.
Yang Yin thought he was worried, and said, "The boss has already left. He drank too much today, don't take it seriously."
Shen Zemu withdrew his gaze and let out a "hmm".
They played in the private room until after ten o'clock in the evening, and when they went out, they realized that it was raining outside. The autumn rain is thin and cool, wrapped in cold air and humidity. Yang Yin tightened her clothes and asked Shen Zemu, "How did you go back?"
"I'll go back with you," Shen Zemu pursed his lips, "School is fine, I'll watch you do your homework."
Yang Yin has never seen such a responsible teacher.
A few people took two cars back to the base, Yang Yin told the team members to go to bed, and she locked herself and Shen Zemu in the office.
Well, homework.
In fact, Yang Yin is quite tired today, playing games during the day and singing at night, and also taking care of the boss's love life, which is exhausting and exhausting. She encountered a relatively difficult question, lay down on the table to think, and finally fell asleep.
Shen Zemu carried her back to the bedroom.
When he put her on the bed, she suddenly called him: "Shen Zemu." Her voice was a little muffled.
Shen Zemu thought she was awake, so he agreed.
She turned over and went back to sleep.
Shen Zemu helped her cover the quilt, then he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her for a while, then suddenly reached out and touched her cheek lightly.
Yang Yin's facial features are delicate, and the lines of her face are very gentle, giving people an illusion of weakness, like a small white flower with a single petal, when the wind blows, the petals tremble and almost fall off.
But in fact, her character is not like that. In essence, she is more like grass, tenaciously rooted, wind and rain, unyielding, and savage growth.
"Aren't you tired?" Shen Zemu asked softly, as if he didn't expect her to answer. He carefully touched her face with his fingertips, eyebrows, nose tip, lips.
Her lips were very soft, and the tip of his index finger rested on the tip of her lips, and he pressed it lightly, whether it was intentional or not.
Yang Yin unconsciously licked her lips in her sleep. When she encountered a foreign object delivered to her door, she would not refuse it. She rolled her tongue and put it in her mouth.
Shen Zemu was caught off guard, and his fingers sank into her hot and humid mouth. Feeling that his fingertips were surrounded by soft moisture from all directions, his heart beat violently. Yang Yin took his finger in her mouth and sucked it, she seemed to think it was not tasty, she pushed her flexible tongue out forcefully, and spit it out again.
…
Shen Zemu left Yang Yin's room blushing.
He felt he needed to calm down, so he went outside and stood on the porch watching the rain.
The rain under the street lamps is fine, like morning fog and light dust. Looking around, the mottled and scattered lights are blurred in the rain and fog, blurred and warm.
He leaned against the door, looked at the light and rain and fog with his pocket, looked at it for a while, and suddenly smiled.
Lonely people.
When you walk alone, remember that in the lonely night, in the confusion of wind and rain, there is always a light that is shining for you.