Prisoner's Dilemma

Han Shaojun was so busy with work that he didn't realize it was noon until he was hungry.He rubbed his stomach, thinking about where to go for lunch, and was a little too lazy to walk around, hesitating when the office door was pushed open.

Jiang Chen swaggered into the office, without the embarrassment of entering other people's territory at all.He was wearing a light-colored casual suit today. He was personable, handsome and unrestrained, with an air of sunshine and rain.

Han Shaojun frowned, and just about to say something, Jiang Chen said first: "There is no one in your office outside, so I came in by myself."

Sitting opposite Han Shaojun, Jiang Chen looked around, looking unhappy, he bent his fingers and tapped on the table: "Where are the flowers?"

Han Shaojun was displeased with his uninvited visit, and his tone was rather blunt: "What flower?"

Sending flowers was purely due to Jiang Chen's forehead fever. He passed by a flower shop and didn't know which muscle was cramping, so he went in and ordered a bouquet of flowers for Han Shaojun's office. None of the cards remained.I drove around and regretted it again. How can I send flowers to men?When he drove the car back and rushed into the flower shop, they said it had been delivered early.

There is no way, so I can give it away, but when I go to the office to see, how can there be flowers?I was too embarrassed to say so, so I could only vaguely say, "It's just flowers."

Han Shaojun didn't understand what Jiang Chen was struggling with, and said indifferently: "I don't need flowers, and if I have any, they are in the trash can."

Jiang Chen's face immediately pulled down, but he felt that it was getting more and more difficult for Han Shaojun to communicate.

"Your place is different from before, has it been redecorated?" Jiang Chen remembered that Han Shaojun's office was full of books and many beautiful decorations before, but now all the decorations are gone, and more than half of the books are missing. It looks a lot more monotonous, but there are a lot of green plants, which can be regarded as full of greenery.

"Well, change the style." Han Shaojun responded casually, and continued to look down at the document.

"Shall we go to eat together?"

Han Shaojun didn't even raise his head: "I'm not hungry, you go by yourself."

After touching a soft nail, Jiang Chen's face became even more stinky.He was very upset. In the past, whenever he was angry, he would come to Han Shaojun's side, because Han Shaojun always had a way to appease him, but now he came here excitedly, and then left full of anger.So he was very upset!

But Jiang Chen still restrained himself, because Xia Wenyan said that Shao Jun was not in good health, so he should take care of him more.

But seeing how he forgets to eat and sleep, isn't he very healthy?Jiang Chen looked at Han Shaojun who was sitting against the light, his skin was fairer than before, his lips were lighter in color, and half of his cheeks had a transparent texture under the bright light, as if some kind of tempting food attracted people to take a bite of him.He didn't wear a tie, the collar of his shirt was open, and his slightly protruding collarbone exuded a sexy taste, but the cuffs were tightly tied, not showing any skin on his arms.

Jiang Chen didn't know, his eyes were like a hungry wolf staring at its prey, with green light in his eyes, soft and slow breathing, ready to pounce to prey at any time.

His eyes are invisible but powerful, Han Shaojun is regarded as Ling Chi by him.

"Don't watch it, can't you watch it after dinner?" Jiang Chen urged.

"Can you not interfere with my work?"

Han Shaojun spoke very bluntly, and Jiang Chen almost exploded again, he exhausted his last patience: "Shaojun, I think we need to talk."

"no need."

"It's necessary! Of course it's necessary!" Jiang Chen suddenly got up and put his hands on the desk, "Look at me, Han Shaojun! Otherwise, I'll tear up your documents!"

Han Shaojun finally set his sights on Jiang Chen: "What do you want to talk about?"

Jiang Chen panted a few times, straightened his clothes, and softened his tone again: "I know you still remember that incident, I was wrong at that time, I made fun of you, I apologize to you."

When Jiang Chen said this, his ears turned red slightly, and he was too embarrassed to look directly at Han Shaojun. For Jiang Chen, being able to lower his head and say "I'm sorry" is already a huge concession, and only Han Shaojun can force him do this.

But to Han Shaojun, fart is nothing.

"Tricking?" Han Shaojun's voice was restrained and cold, "Did you call it a trick?"

Jiang Chen's expression was cramped: "Don't remember what happened so long ago. You said you wanted to come to me, but you didn't come. I haven't bothered with you yet..."

Han Shaojun suddenly grabbed a pen on the table and threw it at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen was taken aback, and nimbly avoided it.A pen is harmless, but Jiang Chen didn't expect that Han Shaojun would throw the pen at him excitedly. At that moment, he was glad that there were no heavy decorations on Han Shaojun's desk.

"Why are you crazy!" Jiang Chen said angrily.

Han Shaojun lay on the table with his head buried in his arms, his body trembling constantly.

Jiang Chen's heart tightened: "Shaojun, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

He didn't care about getting angry, and hurriedly walked around the desk. As soon as his hand touched Han Shaojun's shoulder, Han Shaojun bounced.

"Thank you for being able to speak!" Han Shaojun pushed Jiang Chen away fiercely, "Have you ever thought about me even a little bit? Have you ever thought about what would happen if you locked me on the bed? Have you ever thought about what would happen if you locked me in bed? What are the consequences of being seen by others? No! You have never considered it at all! You are a selfish ghost who only thinks about yourself! You have always only thought about yourself!"

Jiang Chen was ashamed of being scolded by him, but he was extremely unconvinced: "I've already said I'm sorry..."

"You don't know what happened to me at all! You don't know anything! You self-righteous megalomaniac! Why do you still appear in front of me as if nothing happened! Act like nothing happened! And say That kind of words! You did the worst thing, and you still want to write it off with a tease? You are wishful thinking! Do you think that I, Han Shaojun, was just handled by you? You are happy! You are free and easy! What about me? What do you think I am? Do you come and go when you are called? You can't be too much of a human being!"

Han Shaojun spoke extremely fast, his voice was so high that it broke, his breathing was rapid, his face was flushed sickly, and his arms were trembling unnaturally.

Jiang Chen vaguely felt that Han Shaojun was a bit abnormal at this moment, but he didn't understand what was wrong with him, not to mention that Han Shaojun's series of scolding made him extremely embarrassing, and he froze there with a displeased expression on his face.

Han Shaojun couldn't breathe, staggered a few steps, grabbed his collar with one hand, and supported the desk with the other.

"Shaojun?" Jiang Chen was at a loss.

The muscles were out of control, and the chest cavity could not expand and contract smoothly. Han Shaojun tried to relax his body, inhaled and exhaled forcefully and slowly, trying to adjust his breathing.He tried to extinguish his anger with reason and restrain the emotions that were about to explode.

"Calm down, Shaojun."

Jiang Chen stepped forward to help, Han Shaojun reacted greatly, punching Jiang Chen's face with a right uppercut.This punch didn't hurt at all, but Han Shaojun was in so much pain that he couldn't even hold his fist.But beating people doesn't slap people in the face. For who knows how many years, no one dared to greet Jiang Chen in the face.His face was turned to one side, and it took a long time to turn around slowly, his face was livid: "You..."

"Mr. Han! What's wrong with you!" Chen Weining rushed in screaming, almost throwing the takeaway in his hand on the ground.

Chen Weining put Han Shaojun's arms around his neck, shared his weight as much as possible, and slowly moved towards the office chair: "Don't worry, sit down first, and take a deep breath!"

Jiang Chen was so angry that he was everywhere!

Han Shaojun gasped a few more times, his breathing eased a little, he raised his bloodshot eyes, looked at Jiang Chen, and stretched out his hand to him.Jiang Chen was still angry at first, but when he saw it, all his anger was instantly extinguished.

The hand was still trembling slightly, and it gradually reached out to him, as if expecting something.

Jiang Chen subconsciously wanted to hold his hand, but just as he raised it, Han Shaojun's hand clenched into a fist, stretched out a finger, and pointed to the door.

"Go away!" He spit out a word.

Jiang Chen's face completely darkened, he left without looking back, and slammed the door hard.

Chen Weining skillfully took out the medicine from the drawer, caressed his back worriedly, and handed him a glass of warm water.

A few minutes later, Han Shaojun finally recovered, but his face was still as ugly as ever.

"Is it better?" Chen Weining poured him another glass of water.

Han Shaojun just shook his head and leaned tiredly on the chair.

Chen Weining couldn't help feeling resentful: "Every time he comes here he makes you so angry, why do you still see him?"

Han Shaojun closed his eyes and didn't even have the strength to speak.

"President Han, you have lunch first."

"You go out."

Chen Weining had no choice but to leave the office.

Although he was the only one in the office, but there was still buzzing in his ears as if someone was arguing, and his brain was dizzy for a while. Han Shaojun felt as if he was thrown into a whirlpool and kept spinning.

Every time I saw Jiang Chen, I felt like I had gone through a battle. I was tired, but I still had to fight hard. In the end, I was the one who was bruised and bruised.

Jiang Chen was like a piece of red-hot iron pressing on his heart, the wounds and pains left an indelible mark, but he didn't take it away, instead it stuck to his body, growing together with the new skin.Now if you want to cut it apart, you have to tear the flesh that has already grown, and it will be dripping with blood again.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Han Shaojun was sleeping in the lounge and was woken up by Chen Weining.

Chen Weining worked tirelessly to serve him, and drove him to the hospital.

Han Shaojun seemed to have returned to normal, but there was no smile on his face. When he saw a man in a white robe standing at the door of the hospital, his expression finally eased.

"It's just an ordinary inspection, so I'm going to thank you, the vice president." Han Shaojun joked.

Ding Muyan is tall and slender, with a pair of dark eyes hidden under the glasses, his eyes are faint, and there is an abstinence atmosphere in the pockets of his hands when he is wearing a white coat.At a young age, he became the vice president and had a prominent reputation in the medical field.

Facing Han Shaojun, Ding Muyan's eyes were warm: "I said I would be responsible for your body, go in."