awkward

On a cloudy day, the cold suddenly struck.

The warmth in the quilt is very comfortable, but the alarm clock reminds me over and over again.

Helpless, drooping eyelids, got up lazily, and started a busy day.

The company is currently competing for an IPO project. The employees are quite self-conscious, and they go there very early, and they have already entered a tense working state before eight o'clock.

Not long after Chen Mo was busy, there was a knock on the office door.

Looking up, it was Ye Mu.

Tall and thin, with handsome facial features, and the same lukewarm temperament as before, he stood there without saying a word.

Chen Mo looked at him for a while, with an indifferent expression, "Are you here to resign?"

Ye Mu was silent, and after a long time, his thin lips parted slightly, "The lawsuit has been withdrawn."

Chen Mo lowered his eyes and said in a cold voice, "Really."

Ye Mu bowed his head and remained silent for a while, with a calm expression on his face, "Although I don't know the reason for withdrawing the lawsuit, I will come to work normally in the near future."

Chen Mo's face was indifferent, "Didn't you go and ask?"

Ye Mu lowered his eyebrows, pulled his lower lip lightly, and said negatively, "I asked, but I didn't get any answer, so let's just think they pity me."

Chen Mo was approving the documents, and glanced at him indifferently, "Aren't you curious?"

Ye Mu looked away, "It's not necessary, if you don't know if you go too much, you may think that I have no more love for him."

Chen Mo pursed his lips, his young and handsome face was expressionless, "Aren't you still in love, are you afraid that others will find out?"

Ye Mu frowned, "Nothing."

Chen Mo raised his thin lips, "Is it interesting to deceive yourself like this?"

Ye Mu looked at him with a cold tone, "Then is it interesting for you to talk nonsense?"

Chen Mo shrugged, with a haughty expression on his face, "Gays are hypocritical."

Ye Mu's face turned cold, and he said: "Straight men just like bad farts."

Chen Mo snorted with his nose, and said in a disdainful tone, "I don't want to quarrel with idiots."

Ye Mu bit his lip and fought back word by word, "But I want to."

Unexpectedly, Chen Mo narrowed his eyes half-closed, his thin lips were sharp, "Do you want to fight?"

Ye Mu stared at him seriously and intently, and after about 3 minutes, he unzipped the black down jacket very manly.

Chen Mo's face became even more ugly, "Why are you taking off your clothes?"

Ye Mu looked directly at him, "Aren't you going to fight?"

Chen Mo frowned, "Who said you have to take off your clothes when fighting?"

Ye Mu's tone was cold, and he looked up at him, "Don't take off your clothes, do you want to take off your pants?"

Chen Mo's face twitched, and he slammed a stack of documents over, "The work that has been missed these days, go and make up for me now!"

Ye Mu took it passively, and indifferently changed the subject, "I heard that you are bidding for an IPO project these days?"

Chen Mo responded sullenly, and squinted at him with a stinky face, "Why, is there a way?"

Ye Mu turned his head to look out the window, pursed his lips and said, "I have some friendship with the project leader of that company."

Chen Mo glanced at him indifferently, with Zhang Jun's face paralyzed, "Oh."

Ye Mu had no expression on his face, "Yes."

Chen Mo looked away, pursed his thin lips lightly, and said nothing.

There was a dead silence in the room.

"cough"

After a long time, the young man turned his head unnaturally, with a stern face, "In this case, go and follow."

Ye Mu stood there, speaking slowly, "Apologize."

The corners of Chen Mo's eyes twitched, without compromise, his voice was indifferent, "I'm not wrong."

Ye Mu glanced at him lightly, didn't say any more, turned around and left with the pile of documents in his hand.

"Snapped!"

With the sound of closing the door heavily, the face of the young man inside the room was so stinky that it couldn't smell any more.

After Ye Mu went out with the documents, he sat back in his seat, lowered his head and filled in the documents with a pen, his black eyes were bottomless.

In fact, what Chen Mo said was right, he really had no more love left, if he could really forget all his feelings for that person overnight, then it wouldn't have dragged on for so many years.

But even though he knew this in his heart, he didn't want anyone to mention and touch it.

It’s like a critically ill patient knows that he is ill, and uses coercive means and methods to deceive himself that the illness is completely cured, but suddenly a person jumps out and tells him calmly and rationally that he is actually still ill. Everyone will be unacceptable and depressed.

The current him is in this state, the only thing he can do is to strip that person out of his life bit by bit, even a little bit.

An invisible sense of irritability emerges, and whenever this happens, he feels that work is a good support, allowing him to temporarily forget too many things, and time will pass quickly.So much so that when he looked up at nine o'clock in the middle of the night, he suddenly realized that all his colleagues in the company had left.

Quietly, leaving him alone.

"Ding~"

The phone rang suddenly and vibrated several times on the table.

It's fucking calling.

Without thinking too much, I picked it up and connected it.

"Hey, Ye Mu, are you home yet?"

"I'm working overtime, what's the matter with calling so late, Mom?"

The old man on the other end of the phone sighed, "Ye Chun, that girl, she said she missed you after seeing you last time, and now she insists on going to your house to play."

Ye Mu was a little tired, "It's too late today, let's try another day."

"That's what I said too, but this girl doesn't listen to advice at all."

His mother was also helpless, "You should be a helper, and take this little ancestor to stay for a night. It's been a night of quarreling, and my headache is almost relapsed by her."

Ye Mu didn't push any further, and nodded lightly, "Okay, I'll go pick her up now."

It was dark, the street lights were dim, and the car couldn't drive fast. It was nearly eleven o'clock when I picked up Ye Chun, and it was already early morning when I got home, washed and lay down.

Ye Chun was not tired either, pestering him to tell bedtime stories on the little bed.

After working all day, Ye Mu was inevitably a little sleepy, and he was more perfunctory than usual, "Once upon a time there was a man who went shopping with a sack,"

"No! I want to listen to Ultraman!" The child pouted to express his displeasure, and sat up from the bed.

Ye Mu gently pressed her down, and said calmly: "Once upon a time, Ultraman took a sack to buy vegetables..."

The child frowned even tighter, "No, I want to hear Ultraman fight monsters!!!"

Ye Mu touched her head, and his thin lips parted slightly, "Once upon a time, Ultraman fought with a monster when he was shopping for vegetables..."

The child became angry, "Uncle, this is not a story at all!"

Ye Mu looked at her, and said in a flat voice, "Well, tell uncle about it.

The child whimpered unwillingly, "Uncle, I found that you have become more and more boring recently. The stories you told before were wonderful, such as Snow White, the dwarf, Little Red Riding Hood, and the big bad wolf, but now You can only talk about grocery shopping!"

Ye Mu pursed his lips slightly, "Everyone knows a limited number of stories, and there will be no more after the story is finished."

The child shook his head and denied, "That's not true. Grandma said that you broke up with someone recently. You must be depressed because you were unhappy and lonely, so you didn't tell me stories."

Ye Mu pulled his lips, "You know quite a lot."

The child blinked his innocent eyes, "Not only that, but I also know that you like men."

Ye Mu was silent and didn't speak.

The child didn't realize there was anything wrong with what he said, picked up a photo on the bedside, rolled his eyes, pointed at a handsome man among them, and smiled cutely, "Uncle, this man looks good, since the person in front That one broke up with you, then let's find this person to be my sister-in-law."

Ye Mu lowered his head and glanced, and found that she was holding a group photo of the company, pointing at Chen Mo standing in the center with her short, fat fingers.

"This person can't do it." He said in a low voice, understated.

The child didn't understand, "Why, I think he fits well with my uncle."

Ye Mu touched her head indifferently, "We are not suitable."

The child asked the bottom line, "Where is it inappropriate?"

Ye Mu was silent, thought for a while, and said, "It doesn't fit anywhere."

The child tilted his head, "Uncle, what kind of talent is suitable for you?"

Ye Mu glanced down at Chen Mo in the photo, his voice was low and magnetic, "At least not this type."

The child's questions seemed endless, "What type is this?"

Ye Mu stared at the paper photo expressionlessly for a while, then spoke indifferently, "Stingy, arrogant, a standard dead tsundere."

As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang again in the middle of the night.

Caller ID: Boss