don't talk about the past

The rain began to patter down the ground, and the big and small things made God happy.Mi Huaile still remembered that there was a time when transparent plastic umbrellas were very popular, and he also bought one taking advantage of his youthful feelings.The umbrella body is white and the umbrella cloth is plastic.When it's fresh, I can't put it down, and I wish it rained every day, so that I can keep fighting and not let go.But gradually the umbrella became unpleasing to the eye. It was not as convenient to carry as a folding umbrella, and because of the time, some yellow spots appeared in the white color, which made it no longer pure.So it was shelved in the rain gear bucket, never to be remembered again.Once it rained and there were many people at home, no one was enough for an umbrella, so Mi Huaile took out the dusty umbrella and gave it away without hesitation.As for who sent it to, I didn't care at all.

I suddenly remembered that when I was hiding from the rain under the transparent umbrella leaf, I could see the raindrops falling head-on, shattered on the umbrella surface, torn apart, but I never got tired of it.But no matter how fierce the rain was, he knew in his heart that he would not be able to get himself wet.Because he understood that the transparent plastic umbrella was protecting him, covering him under his pure wings.On a rainy day like this, watching the raindrops bouncing continuously on the transparent glass gives me a cool sense of security, and I am secretly happy.

The first tranche of funds has already been put in place, and Chenqi's representatives only came to listen to a few meetings symbolically, expressing their complete trust in and cooperation with Mi Huaile and their development process.Because Chenqi has successfully invested in software development before, and still has close contact with several international software manufacturers. It also said that if they encounter any technical difficulties, they can apply for technical support from foreign experts.A big company is a big company, with different auras. They are not at the same level as short-lived companies that only care about petty profits and see no future development.Because of such a perfect financial backing, the whole company stood up, but Mi Huaile was told to withdraw from this software development and exchange positions with Ben Lai.The manager's suppression was expected by Mi Huaile, so after receiving such an arrangement, Mi Huaile remained calm, but he went back and forth to reason with the manager, but in the end he could only end in failure.All praise, criticism, rewards and punishments in the workplace have their purpose. Ben Lai naturally doesn't know where the manager's boat is bending, but Mi Huaile is very clear, and he knows even more that this kind of deployment is just the beginning. If he doesn't think about it, the result will be Get fired by manager.

As soon as he arrived at the company, Mi Huaile noticed the strange atmosphere, glanced at the team leader in his seat, and walked quietly to his cubicle.As soon as I turned on the computer, a message popped up on MSN: The manager is looking for you, be careful what you say.Knowing that it was Ben Lai who sent it to him, he quickly replied with two words - I know.

After all, Mi Huaile couldn't escape. After realizing it, Mi Huaile had an expression of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water. He lazily stretched his limbs on his seat, yawned a lot, and then walked into the manager's office.He probably knew what the manager was going to tell him, so he wasn't afraid.I have already prepared for the worst, but I just hope that the manager will not be too unkind.

Pushing open the door, Manager Chen frowned with a smile, and pointed to the sofa beside him: "Xiaomi, sit down first."

It seems that the first card shown today is the Huairou policy.Mi Huaile felt that the manager was terribly friendly, and the eyes hidden under the gold-rimmed lenses reflected light, making it difficult to see clearly.Suddenly a rolling thunder slid across the sky outside, making people feel hairy for no reason.Although the manager kept smiling, Mi Huaile felt a sense of disobedience.The lower body was involuntarily sunken in this leather sofa, feeling uncomfortable on pins and needles.

The manager personally poured a glass of water and handed it over. Mi Huaile took the water glass with both hands, and accidentally touched the manager's with his fingers. It was cold, and he quickly retracted.

Manager Chen smiled, sat back in the boss chair, lit a cigarette, took two puffs leisurely: "Hehe, I didn't expect that we would meet in that kind of place." Huai Le, "I didn't expect mile to be you, hehe, the world is so small!" Seeing that Mi Huaile was still keeping his head down in silence, the manager's expression gradually sank, "Xiaomi, you also know that as a It is not easy for people in the workplace, especially sitting in my position today. Sometimes many things are involuntary. Sometimes what you see with your eyes is not necessarily the truth, nor is it the essence."

Mi Huaile nodded. The manager's words were correct. After working for so many years, he also felt a sense of hypocrisy from time to time.What do those people you see every day look like in your life?Disguising myself as another person every day, wearing various masks, cruising between all kinds of ups and downs, and telling flattery and flattering lies, how could someone call this a sense of accomplishment?He doesn't understand, where is the success?What glory has been created?

Thinking of this, Mi Huaile finally raised his head and looked at the person sitting behind the boss's desk. This professional veteran who usually has sharp eyes and more eyes than hair, obviously had some troubles with his sexual orientation that cannot be treated by outsiders.Mi Huaile thinks that he should be the one person he fears to get rid of now. After all, he works with such a person who knows the secret that can ruin his reputation. If you leave him alone, and then yell about your little hobby, the consequences will be unimaginable, anyone will choose to cut the mess with a sharp knife.Or... Make Mi Huaile his own, let him also step into the circle and have a common secret with him, then he is not an enemy but an ally.

"Xiaomi, you are more than smart, I see it, and I always want to find an opportunity to promote you." Speaking of this, Mi Huaile's heart became clearer.You must know that half of the boss's words can be believed, and half of them can only be pondered in the stomach, and sometimes they can't be believed at all.The darkness before dawn or the dawn before darkness is all in the mind of the boss.

Suddenly, the manager stood up from his seat, walked to Mi Huaile's side, and patted Mi Huaile's shoulder: "There is a shortage of manpower at the Tokyo head office, so I recommended you to them."

Mi Huaile felt a 'thump' in his heart, and the churning bucket fell to pieces: How is this a recommendation?It's simply a distribution to the army!Tokyo? !Japan? !Small country, where devils stay!How could he be a passionate and patriotic young man? !Well, you are a slicker, didn't you just break through your scandal, as for framing the revolutionary partners like this?Going there is equivalent to telling the manager, don't worry, I will go as far as your thoughts go, and I will never feel uncomfortable under your nose.If you don't go, it's tantamount to declaring war with the manager, what's the matter?I've seen your crap about having sex with men, so don't mess with me, and be careful that I'll broadcast it to you as a loudspeaker if I'm not happy.Ruin and peace of mind, which would you choose?Mi Huaile wanted to know everything with his toes.

Manager Chen was not in a hurry, he crossed his hands in front of his chest leisurely, as if waiting for you to think about it.The friendly skin had long since been removed from his face, and replaced with a fearless indifference.To him, the life and death of others are just inconspicuous pawns in the long journey of business. If there is one, it can provide an extra layer of protection, and if it does not, it will not cause any loss.The company grabs a lot of technicians like Mi Huaile. In addition, during the annual recruitment period, there are countless graduates who want to work in joint ventures. The competition is unimaginably fierce. China lacks everything, but there is no shortage of people.

After waiting for about 5 minutes, the manager was visibly impatient.He tapped on the glass coffee table: "How is it? Have you thought about it?"

Feeling the freezing coldness of the surrounding air, Mi Huaile's palms were clenched with sweat.To be honest, he doesn't want to lose this job, but if he doesn't accept his boss's proposal to go to Japan to work with Fuso Ronin, it's tantamount to fighting against him. One can imagine that even if the manager doesn't fire him today, he will make another mistake Fire him.Ordinary people will go down the donkey if given a step, but Mi Huaile is a donkey with a heavy load on his back, so he can't walk such a dangerous winding road.It was the time when Shen Guang needed someone to take care of them, and their future baby also needed money to make it. It was absolutely impossible for him to abandon his lover and give up his hope.

Mi Huaile's mind was running fast. After making up his mind, he held the paper cup in his hand, and the slightly scalding water passed through the paper wall to transfer the temperature to his palm. Mi Huaile took a sip calmly, and put the paper cup Put it back on the coffee table, stood up and said: "Manager Chen, I understand what you mean. Don't say you transferred me to Japan, even if you asked me to go to Rizhao on business, it is absolutely impossible in my current situation. "

Manager Chen frowned, obviously a little angry: "Heh! Then if I arrange for you to go, are you going to refuse to listen to the dispatch?"

Without fear of such a tone, Mi Huaile continued, "The reason why I work as a waiter at Dahlia is because of a better life, and because of my sexual orientation." He emphasized on the three words of waiter , although his real job is as a bartender, his work in Dahlia has never been clearly defined.Serving all customers is the purpose of Dahlia.It doesn't matter what outsiders think, but the clean is clear, and he always upholds this principle.

With the movement of the gold-rimmed glasses, Manager Chen clearly understood the meaning of the words.Mi Huaile knew it was time to throw out the chips. If it was an ally, would Manager Chen still fight back?He wants to take a gamble: "You guessed it right, I am gay and I have lived together with a man. Although it is not protected by law, we are already a de facto husband and wife relationship. We also plan to have a child. Surrogacy needs It costs a lot and I have to work part-time."

Manager Chen relaxed his brows, and said calmly, "It's like this..."

Speaking of this, Mi Huaile felt that the manager was a smart man, and he didn't need to show his loyalty. His biggest handle was already in the hands of the manager, and whether to go or stay was only on his mind.

"I see, you go out!" Mi Huaile finally heaved a sigh of relief, he had won the round.Before going out, the manager told me, "Work with peace of mind! Don't delay the business!"

Pretending to be calm, Mi Huaile nodded in agreement and went out.

The dahlias in the middle of the night are extremely enchanting.Mi Huaile dodged left and right among a bunch of crazy writhing people, carrying a tray in and out of the private room, sweating profusely.

Suddenly, a person blocked his way. The figure of that person can be considered petite among men, less than 1.7 meters in size.Mi Huaile doesn't like this kind of people very much, they are too beautiful, and they are a bit of a demon who is neither male nor female.Red hair... Mi Huaile remembered!It was him—the person who was next to Manager Chen that day.If he was there, then Manager Chen... Mi Huaile immediately started to have a headache.It's a blessing, not a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided.

The hand holding the plate was a little sore, and Mi Huaile greeted him with a smile. He didn't know his name, and the music on the dance floor was too loud, so he could only nod his head as a greeting, and motioned for him to go over.But the boy didn't seem to see it, a pair of big almond eyes stared at Mi Huaile without blinking.what does he mean?Mi Huaile was a little unhappy.He casually placed the tray on the nearby table, and stared at the young man with wide eyes.With his way, but also his body's measurement, he is still handy.

"Pfft!" The red-haired man laughed, his voice was not as delicate as his figure, and his confidence overwhelmed the dance music, "You are nothing more than that!"

What is this nonsense?Mi Huaile's unhappiness has turned into slight anger.He admitted that in terms of appearance, he was just on the upper side, and he couldn't compare with the beautiful young man with thin skin and tender flesh in front of him.But such belittling words came out of the mouth of a red-haired kid, which made people feel resentful for no reason.However, people are guests, gods, and masters that Mi Huaile cannot offend, so a hero does not fight with a hypocrite, suppresses his anger, takes a deep breath and adjusts his attitude, Mi Huaile curls the corners of his mouth and prepares to force him from his side Squeeze through.

"Hey! Wait! Are you angry? I'm so sorry, I'm just outspoken. Now," the boy put the wine in his hand to Mi Huaile's mouth, "Just take it as an apology for the handsome guy, you don't care about the villain But, let me make a slip of the tongue."

What does it mean to be a slip of the tongue? !Where did this baby who took the wrong medicine come from?Mi Huaile was so annoyed that she didn't even look at it. She grabbed the cup and drank it with her neck back in anger. The wine tasted slightly bitter and had a strange aroma.Mi Huaile thought: Why is this person as difficult as Zhou Pujiang?Mi Huaile accepted the hypocritical apology, handed the wine glass back to the boy, and said without tone: "I'm sorry sir, you blocked my way!"

"Oh? Really!" The young man seemed to have just understood, "But... Mr. Mi, you are also blocking my way!"

Mi Huaile didn't understand what he meant, and how could he know his name?Did the manager tell him?Just about to ask again, seeing that the boy had already moved out of the way, Mi Huaile didn't want to tangle with him any longer, so he hurriedly walked through the narrow passage with a plate of empty wine glasses, looked back at the man, and was also looking at him with a smile, But no matter how you look at it, that smile seems to be malicious.

Back at the bar, Mi Huaile checked the time on his watch, it was close to midnight.While the glasses were being cleaned, several people ordered drinks, all of which were strong vodka. The alcohol content of 70.00% [-]% has caught up with the sterilization standard of the hospital.

In order to heat up the atmosphere, Dahlia put a few fireworks tubes on the stage, and the actors performed on the stage. The climax part was dry ice and fireworks.The more we got to the midnight show, the more explicit the show became.

Mi Huaile suddenly felt flustered, sweat broke out on his forehead, his cheeks were hot, and his breathing was a little anxious.The foreground became indistinct, and the whole body was numb as if an electric current was passing through it. The blood seemed not to be directed by the heart, and was pushed to all the limbs and bones.How can you be so uncomfortable?It was like someone pressed a lead weight on his shoulders, and the whole person fell to the ground abruptly.There was a fire in his chest, but it was not burning blazingly, but like scarlet charcoal, flickering on and off, scorching him so much that he just wanted to babble and sigh.It didn't feel right, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.Just at this time, someone from VIP No. 8 in the East District ordered two glasses of cocktails.Mi Huaile barely managed to hold back his consciousness. After it was finished, he was already sweating profusely, and the shirt was already soaked through. Fortunately, it was white, otherwise the water stains would be clearly visible.He didn't want to walk over with the wine anymore, and couldn't find anyone to deliver it to him for a while, so he could only pull himself together, try to steady his pace, and walked towards the designated box.

The author has something to say:

I don't understand why there can't be a little bit of QINGSE in a complete work.It's not intentional for YY, all the text plots are for the story, just like when the emotion is reached, it will naturally ML, why not?