The director is too flirtatious

When I went to the door of the director's house, I suddenly felt a little nervous.I shook my head amusedly and rang the doorbell.Dongdong quickly ran over and opened the door. When he saw me, he rushed over excitedly, "Aunt Nian!"

Dongdong has already finished taking a shower, wearing Superman's pajamas, smelling delicious and soft, and rushing over. "Haha, Dongdong." I bent down and hugged him, and then changed into the slippers at the director's house, "Oh, Dongdong, how many catties do you weigh? Auntie can't lift her up."

"Hee hee." Dongdong smiled and hugged my neck and kissed my face, then broke free from my embrace, jumped to the ground and pulled me to sit on the sofa, "Aunt Nian, let's play flying chess."

"Okay." I replied, placing chess pieces with Dongdong.When the game was almost over, the director came out from the bathroom.Her long hair was wrapped in a towel, obviously she had washed her hair, and seeing that my hair was still wet, she said, "Yi Nian, didn't you blow your hair?"

I touched my hair, didn't drip water, so I didn't care, "Blow it a little, it's hot, it will dry quickly."

"It's always bad to be wet, come here and blow it." The director wiped his hair with a dry hair towel and said, "Dongdong, play a mobile game first, let Auntie Nian dry your hair before playing. "

"Okay." Dongdong just picked up the dice and put it down obediently.He moved his body and sank into the sofa, smiled and said to me: "Aunt Nian, go and blow dry your hair, my mother said, wet hair will give you a headache."

"Okay." I really wanted to stand up, when I heard the director say, "Yi Nian, unlock my phone to Dong Dong, it's on the coffee table, the password is 859100."

I unlocked it and handed it to Dongdong without daring to take a second look.Dongdong took the phone and turned it over skillfully.

I stood up and asked, "Where's the hair dryer?"

"My bedroom." The director walked towards her bedroom, "Come here."

I haven't been in the director's bedroom yet, so I'm a little curious, and a little nervous.I hesitated for a moment, but followed.

The director's bedroom is quite big, the most eye-catching thing is the big floor-to-ceiling window, next to it is the dressing table, which is much cleaner and tidy than mine.On the other side is the bed. I took a look and found that the director didn't have the habit of folding quilts, but it was much better than my messy one.

The director ignored my scrutiny, she opened the closet and took out the hair dryer, pulled me to a chair beside me and sat down.She plugged it in but didn't give me the hairdryer.

I watched her actions until she turned on the hair dryer, then I realized that I quickly turned around and held her hand, "Well, Director, I'll do it myself."

With such an intimate act of blowing my hair, my director's hand has not even touched my hair before I feel my scalp is numb.

The director gently pushed my hand away, and said, "Come here and help me bring Dongdong, I already owe you, I deserve it after a hard day." Her fingers lifted the tip of my hair, "Sit down obediently."

I was a little nervous, but also a little happy, hesitated for a while, and withdrew my hand.The low sound of the hair dryer came out, and the director flicked the ends of my hair with one hand, and shook the hair dryer with the other to prevent the temperature from being too high and scalding me.

Feeling her actions, I slowly felt a little embarrassed, but enjoyed this moment very much.Her fingers ran through my hair, and then accidentally touched my ear, and I felt a tremor in my heart. I knew without looking, that my ears must be red.

"Your hair quality is really good." The director smiled.

"Okay..." I said nana.

"Do you do your hair less often?"

"Well, it's less done, and the last time I dyed it was two years ago, and now it's faded so much that it can't be seen."

"There are still some traces at the end of the hair." The director had almost blown the end of the hair, so he inserted his finger into the hair, pushed it up lightly, and rubbed against my scalp.At this moment, all my fine hairs stood on end, and my body almost trembled uncontrollably.I fought back the overreaction, but my scalp was still numb.

Suddenly, the director laughed and said, "Yi Nian, are you nervous? You are sitting more upright than you are at work."

A little embarrassment appeared on my face, and I tried my best to adjust my body so that I would not be too nervous, "It's just that... I'm not used to it..."

This gesture was too intimate for me, and only when I was with Wu Wen did someone blow my hair.Feeling the director's fingertips rubbing against my scalp, tension is inevitable, isn't it normal?

"It's so cute." The director felt that my hair was getting hot, so he temporarily turned off the hair dryer.She put the hair dryer aside casually, and suddenly put her arm on my shoulder, and lowered her body, her long hair was still a little wet, and it fell down and touched my arm.

Once again, my hairs exploded, and my body became stiff and dared not move.The director's hand suddenly touched my face, and when I was ignorant and nervous, her voice came from my ear, "Your face is a bit dry, did you see the moisturizer on the table? Wipe it off."

The director is too close to me, the smell of her has been drilled into my nose, with the smell of just taking a shower.I was a little confused. Seeing that I didn't respond, the supervisor had no choice but to lean forward.

But don't forget, I am in the director's arms in the current posture, and the director leans forward, so I will naturally have zero distance from the director.But at this height... the back of my head... well... buried in the director's chest.

Yaoshou!Why am I so straight!

When the director's soft chest pressed against the back of my head, I still didn't realize it, but my face was much faster than my nerves, and it turned red all of a sudden.I was so frightened that I quickly followed the director's movements and leaned forward, opening the distance between the two of them.

The director didn't notice, she took a bottle of moisturizing water and handed it to me, "Wipe it off."

I was a little overwhelmed, and it felt a little hot in my hand. The director looked at me suspiciously and asked, "Did the temperature of the hair dryer be too high just now? Your face is turning red."

No, director, I'm shy!

I couldn't laugh or cry, and I couldn't just say it like this, so I just nodded, "It's a little hot."

"Then I'll tone it down." The director turned on the hair dryer again and dried my hair.

I turned on the moisturizing water and splashed some on my face, and patted my face lightly. The originally restless mood slowly returned to its original appearance.Feeling her considerate actions and smelling her scent, I couldn't help feeling a little sweet.

The person I like is so close to me, why should I be unhappy?

After the director finished drying my hair, when I stood up, I saw that the director's hair was still wet, and my heart moved, and I said almost uncontrollably: "Then director, let me blow it for you."

The director didn't seem to expect that I would bring it up, so he was a little surprised.But she quickly smiled and frowned, she reached out and stroked my hair, "Okay, then I'll trouble you."

I felt a little sweet in my heart, so I switched places with the director and started blowing my hair.Just blowing and blowing, I felt like I had overlooked something in my heart.But the atmosphere is just right now, and I don't want to think about anything else.

When the two of us walked out of the bedroom after drying our hair, we realized that we had forgotten something.

Oh my god, I actually completely forgot about Dongdong, not only me, but even the director doesn't remember Dongdong's existence anymore.And Dongdong is playing a game alone in the living room, probably too tired, and fell asleep while playing, the phone screen is still on, it is a fruit-slicing game.

The director and I looked at each other and smiled helplessly. I lowered my voice and teased, "It's fine if I forgot about Dongdong, but you actually forgot about Dongdong, Director."

"It's just blowing my hair." The director's voice also brought a smile, "It's fine if he fell asleep, but he's been tired all day." The director walked over and hugged Dongdong.

Dongdong opened his eyes in a daze, then continued to sleep without any other movements.So the director carried him back to the room, carefully put him on the bed, and covered him with a small quilt.

"Turn on the air conditioner, he's going to sweat." I touched Dongdong's forehead and found it a little sticky, and said.

"Yeah." The director turned on the air conditioner in the room, and I saw the paper towels on the bedside table, and took out one to wipe my sweat.After doing this, the two of us withdrew from the room.

After closing the door, I couldn't help laughing and said, "It seems that Dongdong is also very tired, and I can fall asleep while playing games."

"Well, after all, it's past ten o'clock now." The director looked at the wall clock hanging on the wall, and then said.

"Then..." Dongdong fell asleep, then my task of playing with him is over, so should I go back?Thinking of the discomfort of sharing the same bed with the director, I couldn't help but say, "Since Dongdong has fallen asleep...then I went back?"

"Since you've all come here, why do you want to go back?" the director asked back.

I choked, and the director continued: "Stay here, isn't it still sleeping where you sleep?"

No, the two are different, one is your own home, and the other is the home of someone you like.

But I couldn't say anything to refute. The director could not refuse me and dragged me to the sofa to sit down. She turned on the TV and said, "Watch TV with me, it's still early."

At this point, I can't bring it up anymore, so I have to watch TV with the director. It's just that the TV I watch doesn't look interesting, but I feel a little drowsy while sitting.

The director noticed that I was dozing off, so he said, "Go back to bed and sleep."

The director turned over a nightgown and gave it to me, "I haven't worn it since I bought it, don't you mind?"

"Ah...it's okay." I took the nightgown and changed into it, then walked into the room.

Turn on the desk lamp and switch it to the night light mode. You can see that Dongdong is sleeping soundly without any signs of waking up.The director let me sleep on the right side of Dongdong, and then she slept on the left side.

I just lay down, and the drowsiness I still had before disappeared.I blinked, and subconsciously looked at the director. The director pulled the quilt for Dongdong, and then looked at me.

I asked in a low voice, "Director, do you like children?"

"Actually, I don't feel much." The director looked at me with a smile, and said, "But maybe I'm the same as you, I just don't like brats."

"The director, have you thought about how many children you plan to have when you get married in the future?" After I asked this question, I regretted it a little. The director once said that she is an unmarriageist, so what is it to ask questions about children?

"When I was with my ex, I thought about this problem. There should be two, so I can have a companion. I am an only child. When I was young, I really hoped to have brothers and sisters."

"I'm also an only child. There are quite a lot of only children in 8090, right? Director, haven't you thought about getting married?" I felt a little hopeful for this answer, as if she hadn't thought about getting married. For me Saying it will make you happier.

"I haven't thought about it yet, what about you? You told me before that you don't want to get married, why?" the director asked softly.

"Why..." I repeated the director's question, if same-sex marriage is legal, if I can stand in this world and say that I am gay, then why would I not want to get married?It's just that the stipulated partner in this country must be of the opposite sex, and I can't do anything about it.

I had no choice but to chuckle and asked back: "Then why do I have to get married?"

"Hmm..." The director seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then said again: "When it comes to relationships, you seem a little uncertain."

"There are too many uncertain factors. In fact, I am more afraid of feelings." It may be that the dim light is just right, or it may be that the soft voice makes people easily arouse emotions, so I naturally confessed my feelings. idea.

"Why?" asked the director.

"Probably... I lack courage." I chuckled, and turned the topic to another direction, "It seems that Director, you once promised me to show me the photo of your ex, I remember wrong ?"

"You haven't even shown me your ex's photo." The director gave me a small look and said, "Otherwise, you show me your ex's photo, and then I will show you my ex's photo, how about it? "

I couldn't laugh or cry, "I want to see it but I can't. I really don't have her picture now."

"You also told me that you didn't keep his photo, and you didn't tell me later that you still kept it."

I laughed dryly and remained silent.I was still not ready to tell her that my ex was a woman. As a closet, although I didn't do it very successfully, except for a few people in the girlfriends group, no one knew.

Seeing that I didn't change the color of the photo, the director gave me a blank look and picked up the phone by himself. "I don't have it in my phone either. I'll go to my friend's place to look it up."

Although Dongdong was lying between the two of us, because he was still young, it didn't hinder the communication between the two of us.

The director found the photo and handed it to me. I looked at the photo. This photo was taken by a man standing on the Great Wall.This man has a handsome face and a very bright smile. I imagine him standing with the director, and I think he is a perfect match.

Seeing me staring at this photo in a daze, the director asked softly, "Do you like this type?"

I froze for a moment, then shook my head amusedly, "No, I don't like it."

From the perspective of appreciation, I really like this type, but from the perspective of love, I don't like men at all, how could I like them?

"Then what do you like?" the director asked.

I looked at the director, her cold eyes, and her beauty in peace.

"I like……"

You are like this.

But after all, I didn't say it out, I think, I can't say this sentence for the rest of my life.

The author has something to say: I tried to challenge the National Day Day Wan event, but I found that our company did not have a holiday at all, hahahahahaha, so there is no Day Wan.