scapegoat

"I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself..."

"Xiao Yang, I was impulsive just now..."

"I didn't mean to humiliate you. I don't know what happened, but suddenly..."

It is rare to have such a beautiful starry night in winter. Under the wide dark sky, Lang Zhongming was practicing apologizing to the window.

This is the stupid method he used when he first took the leadership position. At the beginning, he had to practice all night so that he could be calm and generous in the speech the next day, without looking immature.

It's a pity that apologizing to Xiao Yang seems to be more difficult than facing the entire company's shareholders and senior management.

The most difficult part is that this time he has no manuscript to refer to, and he is not even sure what to say.

Because even he himself didn't expect that he would be so anxious.

Ever since his feelings for Xiao Yang began to change, it seemed that everything had turned upside down. Many changes in his mood caught him off guard, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

He is surrounded by dudes, except for Ke Chen, who has bound his future wife early on, no one has any experience in how to love someone.

In this regard, he probably once again walked ahead of many people.

Lang Zhongming didn't know whether he was stimulated by Qiu Ran or what, when Xiao Yang was in front of him, he only saw that beautiful light-colored lips, and then lost his mind, and kissed her immediately.

His mind was blank at first, and he didn't react until he found Xiao Yang's stiffness, realizing what a shameful thing he had done.

He hurt Xiao Yang like that before, and now the knot between the two of them has not yet been resolved. Isn't he doing the same thing as Qiu Ran?

Lang Zhongming was already afraid at this moment. If he lost control just now, he might force Xiao Yang to death.

But how to explain it so that Xiao Yang can feel a little more at ease?

Lang Zhongming left the bedroom in a panic, walked to Xiao Yang's room, and knocked lightly on the door.

Nothing happened inside.

At this time, whether he opened the door and went in to have a look, or turned around and walked away, he was so entangled for a moment that he could only stand there waiting like a headless chicken.

Of course Xiao Yang didn't come to open the door for him.

Lang Zhongming waited for a long time until his feet were cold, and then he went downstairs to get a bag of cereal and washed it, and he bravely twisted the doorknob of Xiao Yang's room.

The light was still on in the room, but the person was already lying on the bed, his whole body huddled under the quilt, with only a little hair showing.

Lang Zhongming walked up carefully, and gently pushed the quilt.

"Do you want cereal?"

Mr. Lang is so clumsy with his tongue that he can't even "sell" a cup of cereal.

Xiao Yang huddled inside without moving, and could not even hear the sound of breathing.

Lang Zhongming panicked, comforted himself again, and then forced himself to calm down.

He put the cup filled with cereal on the bedside table, and said in a low voice through the cup, "I put it here for you...Eat it while it's hot, and go to bed early after eating."

After finishing speaking, Lang Zhongming quietly exited Xiao Yang's room.

After practicing for a long time, he still couldn't say the apology, and he could only sigh, blaming himself for being cowardly.

Fortunately, not long after Lang Zhongming returned to his room, he heard the sound of Xiao Yang coming out to wash the cups.

Anyway, I still ate the cereal.

Neither Lang Zhongming nor Xiao Yang slept well that night, and got up early the next morning to have breakfast with dark circles under their eyes.

Xiao Yang was silent the whole time, bowing his head to eat, Lang Zhongming didn't dare to make a sound, like a little daughter-in-law who did something wrong, she had to eat her own food, so she went to warm up the car first.

Fortunately, Xiao Yang was unwilling to wait for the bus when it was cold, so he chose to take his car to go to work under Lang Zhongming's deliberate flattery.

Holding the steering wheel, Lang Zhongming felt that he was also holding his reason.

He focused his eyes on the road in front of him, and said softly, "I'm sorry about what happened last night, I won't touch you forcibly in the future, if you do this again...you just slap me and wake me up."

Xiao Yang didn't know whether he listened or not, and continued to maintain the posture of turning his head to look out of the window. His indifferent face was reflected in the car window, without any expression.

The stone in Lang Zhongming's heart was still pressing, and he couldn't relax.

Xiao Yang has always had such a character, he looks weak and easy to bully, but in fact he is invulnerable.

He will accumulate all the negative emotions together, usually quietly, and when they reach a certain level, they will explode together, and he will not even give others the opportunity to correct their mistakes.

Lang Zhongming knew how he came to have such a personality, and he also felt uncomfortable when he thought of the bad things in the past.

It's a pity that life can't be repeated, all he can do is make up for it.

In the past, Lang Zhongming always thought that Xiao Yang still had feelings for him.At that time, he hated this unusual love and avoided it.

He didn't want to regret that one day he would turn his stomach green, and wanted to get this relationship back.

Xiao Yang didn't love him long ago.

He could see this clearly from the cold eyes of this man, it was only because of his selfish thoughts in the past that blinded his eyes that he had been misunderstood.

Now, while Lang Zhongming wanted to atone for his past sins, he also hoped that Xiao Yang would at least give him a chance to express his feelings.

He thought that if Xiao Yang couldn't forgive him, he could act like a servant and humble himself for the rest of his life.

After so many things, you can't expect Xiao Yang to respond to your feelings, right?

If Xiao Yang met someone who was sincerely kind to him, who could open the door of his heart and soothe his wounds, then Lang Zhongming could only withdraw and not aggravate his sins.

I hope that by then, I can really let go.

Lang Zhongming parked the car in the garage, turned to Xiao Yang and said, "Go up first, I'll make a call."

Xiao Yang turned around and opened the door to leave. He hasn't looked at him since the morning.

Lang Zhongming adjusted the seat back a little, leaned back slowly, and made a call at the same time: "Hello? Chen, let me ask you something. Have you ever made Molly angry? Seriously ?”

Ke Chen on the other end of the phone paused, and then couldn't help laughing: "I see, you've provoked Xiao Yang again, right? Let me tell you, there is no shortcut or lower limit to coaxing people, all you have to do is Like a dog, you have to be clingy and pretend to be pitiful, and then you have to be patient, once you do one thing wrong, the hatred value will increase exponentially."

Lang Zhongming knew that Molly also had a violent temper, but at least it was better than Xiao Yang who kept her temper.

What Ke Chen said made sense, and Lang Zhongming felt that he really needed to change his position in order to get closer to Xiao Yang's inner world.

It's just that everything still needs an opportunity.

Ke Chen: "Let me tell you, you have to serve every day every day, don't make mistakes, don't get negative points. During the holidays, you have to think of some tricks to get good reviews and seek breakthroughs, but don't be in a hurry."

Lang Zhongming humbly asked for advice: "Xiao Yang and Molly are different after all, he probably doesn't like the holiday stuff."

Ke Chen continued to preach and teach to solve doubts: "Then you can follow Xiao Yang's preferences. You can give him what he desires. Even if he doesn't like festivals, in an environment with a strong festive atmosphere, his state of mind will be natural. It's changed. He'll be happy when you celebrate the holidays in a way he won't resist.

"In addition, don't start from 'being good for him' when doing things, but start from 'making him happy'. When he is psychologically positive and optimistic, he will take care of himself."

Lang Zhongming almost wanted to imitate Tang Qing and took a small notebook to write down all the knowledge he heard.

It really is "Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books"!The person who left the order early on really has his unique skill points.

Ke Chen began to give an example: "Look at Molly, it's unhealthy to love potato chips so much, right? How do I do it? Let her eat! At the same time, occasionally instill a little bit of the consequences of eating too many potato chips, and she will slowly start to eat. It's more controlled. Xiao Yang is easier to handle, let him sleep if he wants to sleep in, and let him turn on the heating if he wants to, what's the big deal?"

When Lang Zhongming thought about it, it really made sense.

Why do you have to make him unhappy?

So, Mr. Lang hung up the phone and went upstairs to his office, turned on the computer and ordered a humidifier, which was just right for Xiao Yang's room, and it wouldn't be too dry even if the heating was turned on overnight.

Then, he sent a message to Xiao Yang, saying that he could postpone getting up for another half an hour from tomorrow.

Xiao Yang originally came to work with him, and he came early himself, which made Xiao Yang have to get up early.Now he is making some adjustments, some morning meetings or preparations for new cases can be done at home, and Xiao Yang can sleep more.

Mr. Lang, who seemed to have found a new direction in life, hummed a little song happily. Su Huiyun, who knocked on the door and came in, saw his expression and had the illusion that "the boss's tail is up to the sky".

"Mr. Lang is so happy today?"

Lang Zhongming smiled: "How does your boyfriend spend holidays with you?"

The corners of Su Huiyun's mouth froze, and she replied embarrassedly: "I usually work overtime during the holidays..."

Lang Zhongming was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled awkwardly: "Next month, when I have time, I will hire another girl to help you share some work."

Su Huiyun immediately smiled, and then came up with a bad idea to express her gratitude: "Mr. Lang, I plan to order a fortune tree. How about putting it in front of Director Xiao's office?"

Lang Zhongming hasn't reacted yet: "He doesn't necessarily like the rich tree..."

Su Huiyun smiled mischievously: "But the fortune tree grows big, once it is put there, Director Xiao can't close the door~"

Lang Zhongming slammed the table: "This is good! Hurry up and place an order! The money goes to my account!"

After calming down, he added: "Find several more types for him to choose from, and see which one he likes."

With an expression of "I understand", Su Huiyun cheerfully left the office door, completely forgetting that she was originally here to add some office supplies to Mr. Lang.

The Fortune Tree, which was entrusted with a heavy responsibility, arrived in the afternoon and took root firmly at the door of Xiao Yang's office. The luxuriant posture made Xiao Yang reluctantly give up his plan to close the door.

Looking at the open door of the office opposite, Lang Zhongming was leaning on the door frame and smiling at him, Xiao Yang knew it.

It turned out to be for this purpose...

He didn't know what Lang Zhongming's recent attitude meant, and he didn't want to find out.

Lang Zhongming's temperament has been capricious for a day or two, and he has long given up hope of getting along peacefully.

He has no feelings anymore, what can Lang Zhongming want from him?