Straight Men Taming

When Song Zhe received the call, Wang Cheng was holding the latest promotion proposal meeting of the Wang Group. During this period of time, he was like a walking dead. He woke up, went to work, got off work, and went home. His life was so boring that he couldn’t feel the joys and sorrows, as if he was enveloped by a big box. Wake up, the right and wrong of the outside world are no longer relevant.

But the increasingly tired face and the expression of being in a daze from time to time are enough to make people notice that his condition is not very good.

When he made a mistake at the proposal meeting for the third time, Wang Ye finally broke out unbearably.

As soon as the meeting ended, Wang Ye stood by the door and called to Wang Cheng who was packing up materials: "Brother, come to my office."

After he finished speaking, he strode out of the door and walked towards the office. Wang Cheng nodded expressionlessly, put down the things at hand, and followed closely behind.

In the office of the chairman of the Wang Group, after Wang Ye sat down and leaned back on the chair and turned around, he frowned and pointed at the guest chair and said, "Brother, sit down."

Wang Cheng sat down obediently, with no emotion visible on his face, waiting for Wang Ye's next instructions.

Wang Ye glanced at his elder brother's dead fish, pulled the corner of his mouth, lit a cigarette and said slowly, "Brother, are we brothers?"

"Hmm." Wang Cheng looked at a certain place, wondering what he was thinking, and responded casually.

"Brother!" Seeing that Wang Cheng didn't respond, Wang Ye was really anxious, he clenched his fists and hammered on the solid wood table and said angrily, "What's the matter with you?! Do you know that I almost gave you all the group's publicity! Why do you think this is?! I want our brothers to push this piece of the provincial capital network together and eat it all! You are looking like you are dying now! Who will you show it to!"

Wang Cheng listened to his younger brother's reprimand in silence, smiled apologetically, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry, I will adjust my status."

With this lost expression, Wang Ye felt for the first time that his brother looked like a wounded beast, the cold, wise and commanding energy in the past was gone, if he was just a dull gourd in the past, now he was shoveled to death by the snake spirit gourd.

Thinking of this, Wang Ye stood up from his seat, walked up to him and looked him up and down carefully, then suddenly smirked and said, "Brother, you are broken in love."

This is not a question, as his brother's current state of sluggish beard and sloppy beard, based on Wang Ershao's years of experience in the love scene, it is impossible for him to do anything other than break up.

"I didn't." Wang Cheng frowned and retorted.

"Yes, yes, you didn't." Wang Ye didn't bother to argue with him, sat on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, raised his legs, looked at Wang Cheng jokingly and said, "Then explain why you look like this."

"I..." Wang Cheng put his elbows on his thighs and held his head. He didn't answer Wang Ye's words. His current mental state is indeed abnormal, but is this a broken relationship....?

Thinking of the happy moments with Song Zhe in the past, he felt a dull pain in his heart again.

"Brother," Wang Ye shook his legs inadvertently, his face full of excitement: "I'm just curious, which unlucky family met you? Is it because they dumped you? ? Or did you dump someone and regret it?"

As if Wang Ye had seen through his thoughts, Wang Cheng looked up at the dude in front of him displeased, and said coldly, "Xiao Zhe and I don't have that kind of relationship."

No...he and Xiaozhe...should be friends...

But that kind of thing happened to them...

Closing his eyes, Song Zhe's seductive ketone body was imprinted in his mind again, Wang Cheng felt his throat dry for a while, and subconsciously pursed his lips.

"So his name is Xiao Zhe?" Wang Ye was amused by his brother's serious face, covering his mouth and laughing. He usually keeps a straight face and dogma, but he didn't expect to be trapped by love today.

Seeing Wang Ye smiling happily, Wang Cheng became even more angry, glared at him angrily, got up and was about to leave.

"Hey, brother," Wang Ye saw that Wang Cheng was in a hurry, and quickly reached out to stop him, and said with a playful smile: "Don't go, you can talk to me, I have more experience than you anyway. Hehe, Do you really like people? Boys and girls? You met before you went abroad, right? Or the one in Canada last time? It can’t be the same person, right? Hey, I said..."

"Have you said enough!" Wang Cheng interrupted Wang Ye angrily, looked at him with gloomy eyes, and said sternly: "I don't have that kind of relationship with him! Believe it or not! We... "Suddenly, I couldn't find words to describe the relationship with Song Zhe, and the indescribable sour feeling returned to my heart, making people's eyes turn red.

"Brother..." Wang Ye had never seen his brother before, so he panicked immediately, quickly put away his laughing face, and patted Wang Cheng's shoulder to express his comfort: "Don't be too sad, don't go to the old one, don't go to the new one." Come on, how about I introduce a few to you? The beautiful girls in my hand can go from this row to the station, you can choose whatever you want."

Wang Cheng lowered his eyes and was no longer interested in speaking. He opened Wang Ye's hand, turned around and walked out the door.

Can he still pass?Without Song Zhe, can we really welcome newcomers?

Is it true that someone will replace the kitten as Wang Ye said?

No, Wang Cheng shook his head and quickly denied this idea.

No one can replace Song Zhe,

Neither can anyone!

Just as he stepped out of the door, Wang Cheng hesitated for a long while and turned to look at Wang Ye, and asked with difficulty in a hoarse voice: "You... have you ever regretted being with Shen Moyan..."

Wang Ye didn't expect Wang Cheng to ask this, but he was surprised. He cleared his throat, looked directly at Wang Cheng after thinking about it, and replied seriously: "I hesitated too, but since we got together, every minute and every second is very happy. I love him, so the only person who will accompany him in this life is me."

Wang Cheng looked at his younger brother with gleaming eyes, and shook his head with a dumb smile. He never thought that the playboy Wang Ershao would be so infatuated with a man now, life is really unpredictable.

"I understand, I wish you all the best." Wang Cheng said it sincerely, smiled at Wang Ye, turned and left the office.

When I got downstairs, I happened to bump into Shen Moyan who was walking towards the building. He had long black silk hair and a fair and charming face. He was wearing a loose coat, exuding the retro taste of a son of the Republic of China. When he looked at Wang Cheng with deep eyes, he was polite. Nod and smile.

Such a man is really like a stunner in the world, and it is unforgettable. Wang Cheng ignored Shen Moyan's stunning looks, nodded and walked out of the lobby quickly.

The weather in the provincial capital is rarely sunny today. The continuous torrential rain in the past few days has made people sad, but the sunshine at this time is so bright that it hurts Wang Cheng's eyes.

On the way back to the company while driving, he recalled what Wang Ye said, won't you regret it if you love it?Will you be happy?What about your own mother?Will you agree?Can it be tolerated in the eyes of the world?

The more he thought about it, the more upset he became. When Wang Cheng returned to the office, he summoned his secretary and sent her to book a car for him. He had moved out at this time, so naturally he could no longer drive Song Zhe's car, but he couldn't afford to use the company's business car. Call something.

"Okay, Mr. Wang, may I ask which brand and model do you want to choose? What grade of configuration do you need?" the secretary asked respectfully with a smile on his face.

Wang Chengfu had all kinds of car models in his mind, but Song Zhe's flamboyant Minicooper jumped into his mind again. He closed his eyes, trying to drive the shadow out, and scratched his hair irritably.

"Just the Range Rover, the best match. As soon as possible." Frowning and thinking for a long time, he raised his head and said to the secretary impatiently.

"Okay, Mr. Wang." The secretary always kept a professional smile, bowed and walked out of the general manager's office.

Wang Cheng immersed himself in processing the documents until late at night when he suddenly realized that he was the only one left in the company. He rubbed his temples tiredly, but he still couldn't relax his tense nerves.

The evening wind blew in through the screen window. It was clear that the day was still sunny, but now it was cold and it was about to rain. Wang Cheng turned his head and looked out the window. Even the stars were covered in the hazy night sky.

I don't know if the kitten came home...

It's going to rain, has he brought an umbrella...

Will you be afraid of the dark if you walk at night after get off work...

Shaking his head dejectedly, loneliness gradually eroded his remaining rationality, and everything about Song Zhe was still spinning in his mind.

I hurriedly packed my briefcase and got up to go home. Before I took a few steps, the big raindrops fell, and soon it gradually turned into a torrential rain, hitting the ground hard.

I should have gone to shelter from the rain, I should have taken a taxi to leave, but at this moment, Wang Cheng seemed to be stopped, letting the rain soak him, as if his suppressed heart longed to be washed by heaven.

Wash away all the longing, the desire for that person, and even the feelings for that person.

I can't see him, I dare not look for him, and I dare not love him.

However, the heart is so narrow that it can only accommodate him.

Miss him, really miss him.

Song Zhe rarely got off the morning shift, but when he got off the plane, he found that the weather was about to change, so he hurriedly asked his colleague to borrow an umbrella, and he trotted to the parking lot to pick up his car.

As soon as he was in the car, the rain began to fall, thinking to himself, Song Zhe put on his seat belt and was about to drive home, when the phone rang at an inopportune time.

The call was made by the old train conductor when he was on the railway EMU. He never thought that the simple and honest train conductor would now start a business. Song Zhe exchanged some polite greetings before the other party explained his intention.

It turned out that it was a newly authorized FMCG product that didn’t know how to promote it, so he called his old colleague to ask if there was any way to recommend him. He almost immediately thought of Wangcheng, but time passed, and he could no longer muster up the courage in this situation. To bother Wang Cheng, but the old train conductor seldom asked, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer, and wait a few days for the news.

After hanging up the phone, Song Zhe started the car and drove towards home. It has been a month since Wang Cheng moved out.

From the initial collapse to now he finally accepted the reality. Although life is still bleak, he still has to go on anyway. He can even get through the grief of ten years ago, and the emptiness and loneliness at this moment are nothing more than more scars.

However, the body after being hugged couldn't restrain the fever in the dead of night. Thinking of the happy and sweet past between Wang Cheng and himself, Song Zhe was so sad that he cried bitterly after releasing himself more than once.

The room was full of Wang Cheng's smell, and even his own sheets lingered in his body odor. After Song Zhe cleaned the room several times, he threw the bedding into the washing machine and washed it repeatedly.

Reminding myself to forget, on the contrary, I can't let go of it. The beating heart in my chest is telling my thoughts and sorrows all the time.

After two nights of tossing and turning, Song Zhe finally plucked up the courage and decided to call Wang Cheng one afternoon. He kept comforting himself that it was entrusted to him by others, not because he was slavishly pestering him. After the number, listening to the ringtone music waiting to be answered, my hands were subconsciously clenched tightly...

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