My old man has a bad temper

already.

So how did I catch up with Amao?

Da Huang put down the phone, pinched Ah Mao's face, Ah Mao moved, and saw that Da Huang was not asleep: "Why are you not tired?"

Da Huang reached out and rubbed Ah Mao's waist: "Tired?"

"Would you like to try?"

"..." Da Huang's face darkened, "Where are all the concerns?"

"It's on you." Amao rubbed against her, "You're so hot."

"hot?"

"Not hot, just right."

"That's right, Amao."

"Ok?"

How on earth did you fall in love with me?

Rhubarb pondered for a while, but changed his words: "Hurry up and sleep."

"Well."

Don't ask too much about this matter, in case the other party asks and responds: Why do I have a crush on you?

Isn't this embarrassing, losing a wife, who would he cry to?

I would rather not know how Amao fell in love with me for the rest of my life, and I would never ask Amao clearly.

Rhubarb thought to himself.

07

In fact, although the fact that Amao fell in love with Dahuang was purely accidental, it was not as muddled as Dahuang thought, at least Amao knew it well.

Before falling in love with Rhubarb, Rhubarb had only three impressions in Amao's mind: 1. The brother upstairs who is particularly fierce. 2. A particularly vicious boss. 3. A particularly fierce person named Rhubarb.

Anyway, no matter which impression you can't escape "extremely fierce".

Speaking of which, it was a coincidence that the company had a party to celebrate the completion of the internship period of the interns. Amao couldn't refuse, so he had to go with him. Rhubarb wanted to get in touch with Amao, so he followed.At this time, no one at the table where Amao was was dared to speak, for fear of offending the general manager, they had a good celebration banquet, but they were so lifeless.

There was someone at the table who wanted to liven up the atmosphere. Since it was to celebrate the end of the intern's internship period, it was natural to talk about the intern. The man stood up and poured a glass of wine for Amao: "Come on, Xiao Mao! Come and drink!"

Amao couldn't refuse. He raised his head and drank the wine. He was not used to beer. The slightly bitter taste of beer made his throat tight and he retched. Fortunately, he covered his mouth and no one noticed.

Only Rhubarb noticed this detail, and his face was still dark.

After drinking a glass of wine, the atmosphere became a little more active. The seniors of the company stood up and poured wine for the young man. After a few glasses of wine, Ah Mao was already dizzy. A colleague next to him hugged him: "Go and talk to the young man." Mr. Gong has a drink, you have received a lot of care from him."

Probably because the wine was strong and cowardly, Ah Mao took the wine glass, swayed it and went up: "Gong... Gong... President Gong."

With a sullen face, Rhubarb glanced at Amao, stopped the glass of wine, and poured him a pot of tea: "It's okay, don't drink anymore."

The people at the table looked at each other: This...Although we all know that Mr. Gong despises this young man, but it's not so shameless, right?

Ah Mao blinked, drank the cup of hot tea, and his confused brain suddenly realized: Could it be...he saw that he couldn't drink anymore?

Amao didn't know the guts he brought, so he said cautiously: "Then... Mr. Gong? According to what you said, it's okay if I don't drink anymore?"

Rhubarb nodded.

The brave ones on the table immediately shouted: "How can that be done! This table is set up just for you, what's the point if you don't drink!"

"Who wants to drink?" Rhubarb got up and opened a bottle of wine, and put it on the table, "I'll do it for you."

There was a sudden silence on the table.

Everyone at the table thought that someone accidentally offended Mr. Gong, only Amao blinked and suddenly wanted to call out: "Brother Dahuang."

But he didn't yell, and went to drink a cup of tea that Mr. Gong poured for him just now, and sat aside to quietly look at Rhubarb's side face.

Rhubarb looked a little tired, with some stubble on his face, but in A Mao's eyes, he was handsome no matter how he looked.

Ah, this man is really nice.

After this banquet, Amao's attitude towards Rhubarb has changed. Although he is still afraid to approach him because he is his immediate superior, at least he is not as afraid of him as before.

He began to observe his boss quietly, and found that although he was particularly fierce, he was still very gentle, or very interesting: for example, every time he criticized himself for not doing his job well, he would add a sentence: "With your current level I can do this to this extent..." Such reassuring words, and for example, every time he missed lunch time because of rush work, the boss would take a box of lunch and wanted to give it to himself, but he didn't know it clumsily. What to do, every time I work overtime late, I can still see him silently handing myself a cup of coffee.

In fact, this person, too, is very, very good.

Amao quietly observed his boss, as if a child had discovered some secret base, secretly kept it in his heart, and did not tell anyone.

After quietly observing for a few days, Ah Mao became more courageous. He began to take the initiative to ask his boss for advice, and would say hello to and from get off work. Occasionally, Ah Mao would invite him to have a meal together.

Ah Mao found out that although Da Huang kept a serious face every time, every time he took the initiative to talk to him, the eyebrows would relax a little bit.

Is this what rhubarb feels like?

Amao felt happy for his little discovery.

When Amao came to work that day, there was a heavy rainstorm, so he ran over rashly without an umbrella, and was completely soaked when he arrived at the company.Happened to be caught by Da Huang in the elevator: "Why are you so wet? Where's the umbrella?"

Seeing that it was rhubarb, Amao smiled and said, "Mr. Gong, good morning!"

"What a P! Who told you to come to the company like this! How did you get wet like this!"

Ah, is it possible that he cares about me?

Amao blinked and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, Mr. Gong, I didn't bring an umbrella today. I'm fine. I'll go to the toilet and clean it before I enter the office."

"Toilet...toilet! Is there heating in the toilet? You you you you..."

Amao tilted his head: Is this because he is afraid that I will freeze?

"Come to my office!"

"……Now?"

"Otherwise is it still tomorrow?"

Amao obediently followed.

As soon as Da Huang entered the office, he closed all the doors and windows, and turned on the air conditioner. He took a towel and began to rub Ah Mao's wet head: "Are you fucking stupid? What's the use of having this head? Didn't I spend all my time in Moments yesterday?" I said there will be a thunderstorm today, you, you, you..."

Amao looked up at Da Huang: "Mr. Gong...I..."

"What are you!"

"I didn't pay attention to your circle of friends..."

Da Huang's face darkened, but he was speechless: "You...I..."

"I'll watch it now!"

"Now look at the bird! Your clothes are soaking wet..."

Rhubarb didn't speak any more, turned his eyes away, and threw the towel on Amao.

Ah Mao lowered his head, only to notice that his light-colored shirt was soaked, and the skin inside was looming.

Amao blushed: It's really inappropriate for me to behave like this.

Just when he was still thinking about how to solve this embarrassment, Da Huang took out a coat and handed it over: "Put it on."

"Well……"

"What nonsense! Put it on for me!" Da Huang roared, "You are not allowed to take it off today, do you hear me!"

"Thank you, Mr. Gong!" Amao quickly put on his coat.

It's really strange, Mr. Gong obviously looks so much taller than himself, but how come the clothes fit on him?

, and the color of this sports jacket is also very light, not at all like Mr. Gong's usual dressing style.

The coat was warm, and Amau tugged at the collar, blushing unconsciously.

However, even though Rhubarb took care of him like that, Amao still developed a high fever. He asked for leave the next day and failed to go to work, so he slept at home all day.

At noon, he vaguely heard someone knocking on the door. Amao opened the door with his messy hair curled up, squinting his eyes. Suddenly, he was woken up by the person outside the door: Good guy, the one standing outside is not Rhubarb!

Rhubarb had a sullen face, carrying a big bag in one hand. Seeing the half-naked Amao, he was stunned for a moment, and then roared: "Who made you come out like this?"

Amao was so dazed that he was finally fully awake. Before he could say a word, he was chased back to the house by Rhubarb like a duck: "Go away, you, you, you, go back to the house quickly ! Quilt! Quilt!"

Amao sat back on the bed like this, wrapped in a quilt, with only one head exposed, and her round eyes followed Rhubarb around the room.

"Do you still have a fever?" Rhubarb asked sullenly.

"me……"

"Measure it!" Rhubarb said, taking a thermometer and stuffing it directly under A Mao's arm, "Have you eaten yet? Huh?"

Ah Mao blinked, and looked at Da Huang without daring to move.

"Are you dead? What time is it and you still don't know how to eat? Don't you fucking know you're hungry? You don't want your stomach if you eat so irregularly? Just chop it up and feed it to the dog!"

Amao tilted his head: "You... how do you know I have a stomach problem?"

Rhubarb didn't speak, and went to the kitchen with a dark face.

Amao heard the sound of the range hood coming from the kitchen, and the sound of Da Huang complaining loudly and the sound of the dishes not being washed. Finally, Da Huang came out with a bowl of hot vegetable porridge: "Drink."

Amao took it over in surprise, looked at the fresh leaves and preserved eggs in the vegetable porridge, and then remembered that he didn't even have rice in his house, let alone vegetables.

Amao thought of the two big bags that Rhubarb was carrying when he came, and he felt admiration spontaneously.

"Eat it while it's hot!" Rhubarb ordered, "Take out the thermometer and let me have a look!"

Amao quickly offered the thermometer with both hands.

"37, I still have a low-grade fever." Da Huang took a look, "I'll turn on the air conditioner in the room for you to sweat, where is the remote control of the air conditioner?"

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