smell you

two men together...

In the old days, people often heard people talking about Qidi and broken sleeves, and they were all jokes.

It is commonplace among those noble sons, even if there are groups of wives and concubines, and they will raise a few beautiful fans, they are just playthings.

After the noble sons get tired of playing, they either give it away, sell it, or become a domestic slave, becoming an old disgust.

He is poor, powerless, so he can be treated as a plaything?

Toyed with, then discarded?

Song Zeyou opened Taobao and bought a complete set of civil service examination books in one go.

Can't give up, never.

The other three employees in the staff dormitory do not play cards, smoke, play games, eat supper, sing karaoke, or go to bars all day long. But there is Song Zeyou in the dormitory. Sitting and reading and reviewing in my spare time, especially the sitting posture...

Worker Amin: "Zeyou, let's have a late-night snack together, and you won't go home until you're drunk."

Worker Anan: "At first, I really didn't like you, but it is undeniable that the dormitory has received an A grade for sanitation for eight consecutive weeks. There are a lot of awards for washbasins, towels, and toothpaste. If this continues, our dormitory can be opened. The grocery store is gone.

Worker A Zhu: "Let's go, let's go, you look like a gay."

When Song Zeyou heard this, his expression cracked.

He looks gay?

Is he perverted?

Because of his resemblance, did he recruit real comrades like lawyers?

The industrial area is a place where foreigners gather, the night market is extremely lively, and various snacks from different places emerge in endlessly.

Song Zeyou ate barbecue and drank beer with a group of five or six workers.

Song Zeyou wiped the greasy table back and forth with paper towels, and washed the bowls and chopsticks one by one with tea. After finishing all this, he found that all the workers were staring at him stupidly.

Song Zeyou was a little embarrassed, forced a smile and said, "What's the matter?"

Everyone hahaha, nothing.

Someone makes eye contact in private.

It is rumored that Comrade Xiao Song is gay, but now the truth is revealed.

My good mother, my mother is dead...

No, I heard that he washes his feet every night, and sometimes makes a facial mask.

Goosebumps came out...

Everyone hit the beer bottle directly, Song Zeyou brought a wine glass and wanted to pour it, and everyone else stared at him.

Song Zeyou coughed slightly, raised the wine bottle, come on, let's blow together.

Men's gatherings are either scolding about work or talking about women, and the rest are all bragging.

Worker Amin winked: "I said, little friend, you are a college student here, have you got a girlfriend yet?"

Worker Anan said: "It doesn't matter if you have a boyfriend these days, we are very open-minded."

Song Zeyou was anxious and hurriedly said, "Of course I have...a girlfriend, who said I don't?"

Everyone booed immediately to see his girlfriend's photo.

Song Zeyou pulled the high collar, feeling a little hot, "We don't like taking pictures without photos..."

But his heart was filtering quickly, which woman should he make up as his never-existing girlfriend.

None of the former female classmates were particularly good, PASS.

The current female colleagues definitely can't.

He has a withdrawn personality, and he is not as good as cousins ​​of the same age.

He suddenly thought of a person, and he had just contacted him yesterday.

Xiaoru, the little girl who replaced him in the unit before, probably had too little work experience and didn't understand anything, so she had to ask him everything, which made his head bigger.

It has been more than three months, and the girl still feels that she has not gotten started, so she often sends WeChat to ask him some very basic things.

How to reduce the size of the form, my aunt, can't you save me? !

"It's okay if you don't like to take pictures, just call her over."

Song Zeyou hurriedly said: "She works in the city, how can she come here in the middle of the night, stop joking."

"Now there's a phone video—"

Song Zeyou hurriedly shouted: "Where is there a bathroom here, boss? I can't bear it anymore."

Everyone: "..."

Song Zeyou came out of the food stall, and the cold wind instantly woke him up a little drunk.

He sent a text message to his more talkative colleague in the dormitory, saying that he had to take a step ahead.

We didn't know each other very well, so prying into his privacy like this made him very uncomfortable, and he didn't want to live in the dormitory anymore.

He opened the same city website to see if there were any private houses for rent near the company.

Almost all industrial areas are adjacent to enterprises. This place was built on land reclamation. There are no original residents. Most of the rented houses are far away in the countryside, and the rooms are very dilapidated.

He suddenly thought of the Shanghai Huayuan villa where Li Zhexi lived, and he couldn't afford to rent it there.

"Xiao Song—"

"Xiao Song—Song Zeyou—"

Song Zeyou suddenly raised his head and looked back to find the source of the voice.

After watching for a long time, who is there?

At this time, another horn sounded.

Only then did Song Zeyou notice someone leaning out of the car window under the street lamp and waving at him.

It turned out to be Li Zhexi who had disappeared for a long time...

"..." Pretending not to hear?

"Song Zeyou, I know where you work."

Song Zeyou walked to the car window with a cold face, "So it's Mr. Li, what's the matter?"

"Something happened."

"what's up?"

When Li Zhexi got out of the car, he no longer had crutches.

Song Zeyou did some calculations in his mind, more than three months, four months have not arrived, isn't he afraid of a second bone fracture? !

"It's hard to talk here, get in the car."

"I have to go to work tomorrow, it's late now, if there's nothing important—"

"Very important."

"what's up?"

"It's hard to talk here, get in the car."

Song Zeyou really wanted to rub his forehead, "Will the negotiation be completed tomorrow?"

"Soon, it will be done within half an hour."

Song Zeyou suppressed his anger and got into the car. Seeing that there was a driver in the car, he stopped talking.

Li Zhexi closed the car door, got into the car from the other side, and sat beside Song Zeyou.

The driver apologized and got out of the car. Now, there were only Li Zhexi and Song Zeyou in the car.

Li Zhexi suddenly frowned and said, "I wanted to call you, but I saw you coming over. Did you drink just now?"

People who obviously know how to drink, this reminds him of those unpleasant things, such as the toast.

He looked at Song Zeyou, and saw that the corners of his eyes and brows were a little flushed from alcohol, and he looked really pretty.

"So it was you, the person who advertised for Tianhao International..."