hi don't run

Zhang Mao went back to the office, closed the door with his front foot, and Song Xinye opened the door and came in. With a gloomy face, he went straight to him, raised his hand and pressed him on the office chair, looking down at him condescendingly.

Blinking, she looked up at him.

Moving his shoulders, he realized that he was being crushed tightly. Zhang Mao immediately relaxed his body and leaned against the back of the chair, raised his eyebrows, "Are you attacking the boss?"

Song Xinye was trembling with anger.

He has known Zhang Mao for so many years, but he has never seen this person change his face for anything.

I didn't have any other thoughts when I kissed him that day.

When I saw myself sleeping on his bed that day, I didn't have any other thoughts.

I was sulking with him that day and still had no other ideas.

just now……

Song Xinye looked at Zhang Mao who kept smiling at him, and felt that he was going crazy.

He didn't know when he had been paying attention to this man, and when he realized it, even finding a big girl to bed at night turned into pressing this man under him, but he knew that he wanted to get Zhang Maoguai to bed It is too difficult.

He was afraid that if that day really came, this calm man would ask him if he had done anything about today's data report while making love to him!

Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Song Xinye bent down, half-kneeled in front of Zhang Mao, buried his face in his legs, and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist.

What else can he do?What can I do to make this man really value himself from the heart.

Zhang Mao's eyes widened in surprise, looking at the top of Song Xinye's head.

If Song Xinye raised his head at this moment, he would see Zhang Mao because he showed a surprised expression. Unfortunately, he didn't look up. He buried his face in depression and waited for Zhang Mao to push him away, and then treated him calmly. I said to myself, it's time to go to work, and it's time to go back to work.

He raised his hand and paused in mid-air for a while, Zhang Mao sighed and put his hand gently on the top of Song Xinji's head, stroking along his hair twice, as if he was comforting his coquettish big golden retriever.

"Xinye? I feel very awkward when you are like this." Looking down at him with a wry smile, Zhang Mao felt a little at a loss.

He has been busy with work for the past few years, and has no time to think about the relationship between men and women. He usually goes to parties when there are parties, and stays at home when there are no parties.

He is a typical ascetic man living in a bustling city.

Song Xinye buried his face and hummed in a muffled voice, "I feel comfortable staying like this."

... Zhang Mao sighed, well, this man seems to be very fragile now, and he has an illusion that this vulnerability comes from himself.

Song Xinye, who originally wanted to wait for Zhang Mao to say a few words to comfort him, was almost confused and didn't hear a word from the man.

As a last resort, he raised his head halfway to look at Zhang Mao, but his face turned purple with anger.

Zhang Maozheng was holding a folder above his head to look through, looking very focused, not distracted from himself at all.

"Zhang Mao! You are an idiot!"

Song Xinye frowned, stood up and yelled at him, then turned and left.

Zhang Mao looked at his back inexplicably, moved his numb legs, and frowned.

How did he become the idiot that Song Xinye said?This is too absolute.

Shao Wenfeng drove Han Mo to work, and delivered it directly to the door of the company.

"I'll pick you up from get off work at night." Holding Han Mo's hand who was about to get out of the car, Shao Wenfeng leaned over and winked at him.

"Are you going to my house to rub the bed again?" Han Mo didn't want to pursue Shao Wenfeng's shameless behavior of rubbing the bed from time to time. At least one thing is certain, his sleep quality improved a lot when Shao Wenfeng was around.

"Well, yes, I still want to rub you." Shao Wenfeng nodded generously, took advantage of Han Mo's staring time, leaned over and kissed his cheek, then stretched out his hand to push, then pulled the car door, and drove away .

Han Mo rolled his eyes wide-eyed at the buttocks of the car as it swerved away, a stinky hooligan.

Just two steps away, the mobile phone in his jacket pocket rang. Han Mo took it out to look at it, raised his eyebrows, raised his head, and then answered the phone, "I'm downstairs, what are you calling me for?"

Standing on the fifth floor, Zhang Mao looked down through the window and chuckled when he saw him enter the company, "I saw you get off the car just now, and said, who brought you here?"

"My brother, you don't know that car?" Han Mo raised his hand to greet the employees in the company, and then walked to the elevator.

"...Oh, it's your brother. Come to my office. I have something to ask you." Zhang Mao pouted and hung up the phone. He glanced at the photo of a family of three on the desk. His father was on it. His mother, and him.

When Han Mo got out of the elevator, he saw Song Xinye's dejected look on his face. Curiously, he leaned over and patted him on the shoulder, blinking and winking at him, "Song Er? Are you swollen?"

"..." Song Xinye looked at him with twitching corners of his mouth. He didn't understand Han Mo's cuteness at the moment. He raised his hand and turned around to enter his office.

Han Mo turned his head to look at other colleagues, and pointed to the door of his office, "Who provoked him?"

It was the first time he had seen Song Xinye so sluggish, usually that guy was more troublesome than himself.

"I don't know, Director Han. The vice president has changed like this just now when he came out of the manager's office. His expression is too resentful." One of the more cheerful employees shrugged and explained to him.

Han Mo nodded his head in understanding, turned around and walked to Zhang Mao's office. On the way, he took two pieces of chocolate that were placed on the employee's desk and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Hi, what do you want me for?" Knocking on the door and entering the office, seeing Zhang Mao sitting behind the desk reading documents, he leaned over and sat across from him and raised his hand to say hello.

Zhang Mao raised his eyelids to look at him, raised his finger and pointed at the corner of his mouth to signal Han Mo to wipe, "You can eat whatever you want, don't eat everything like a child?"

Han Mo wiped his mouth and snorted.

"Tell me, what's the matter, isn't there a lot of work I need to supervise recently? I want to rest. You know, the case of Shao Wenfeng's company has exhausted me too much energy." Shrugging, he let out a breath.

Even though he slept well today, he still felt very sleepy.

Ever since he was pregnant, Han Mo discovered that his body had changed.I used to feel very excited when I went out to play and play, but now I feel tired when I hear someone say that I want to drink, and I don't want to go at all.

Sleepy on time every day, he sleeps with the baby when he sleeps, and plays with the baby when he wakes up, completely like a 24-hour filial father.

"...Okay, I won't let you follow the case." Zhang Mao silently put away the documents at hand, and rolled his eyes at him.

what can he doEveryone has made it clear that they don't want to help him share his worries and want to rest, so can he still beg for it?

"I was joking with you, and I took it seriously." Han Mo laughed straight, reached out and took the folder he had just put aside to him, opened it, looked at it and raised his eyebrows, "That's it? I'll take it gone."

"No, I'm going back to my hometown in two days. You can help me look at the company." It's really inhumane to hand over the company to Han Mo. Han Mo wants to take care of the children, so he doesn't care much about the company. He is worried.

Although my assistant is capable of handling things, he can't handle things. Song Xinye... Forget it, that kid is just crazy. Song Xinye may have to go bankrupt and dissolve within a month.

After much deliberation, Han Mo still had to support him.

Han Mo quite understood what he meant, nodded and did not refuse, but asked one more question, "Why are you going back to your hometown?"

"Blind date, get married, have a baby." Zhang Mao's expression didn't change, he was still smiling faintly, and his tone didn't change. Han Mo's whole body was not well when these words came out of his mouth.

Blind dates, marriages, and having children.

He walks for a month...

What the fuck is this speed of shit! !

It took Han Mo a long time to react, then he stood up from the chair, turned around and went out the door. Within 3 minutes, he came in again, sat opposite Zhang Mao again, and slapped the table with his hand, " Mr. General Manager, can you stop saying this kind of thing is as simple as going to the street to get soy sauce? Can you fluctuate your tone and expression a little? Fuck, your family is from the countryside, I know, you have worked hard all these years for your family I also know, the problem is, you can't go back to get married and have children just because of this! It's not logical!"

Zhang Mao frowned, not quite understanding what was going on with Han Mo's sudden irritability.

What's illogical?

He will be 30 soon, and there is nothing wrong with the family being anxious to let him go back on a blind date.

If the blind date is successful, of course it means getting married and having children. What's wrong with that?Which of his unclear expressions made Han Mo feel that he was being persecuted by his family?

"Han Mo, Han Mo, have you misunderstood?" He raised his hand to tell Han Mo not to be so irritable, pointed to the photo frame on the side, and pouted, "My mother always calls me these days, every time Just call and say two points, one, they want to have a grandson when they are old, and two, I should have a son when I am old, that's all."

Shrugging his shoulders, seeing that Han Mo's expression changed and he was about to yell at him again, he chuckled, "I think I should find a woman to start a family, don't people say to start a business before starting a family, now I can be considered a small career Cheng, what's wrong with wanting to get married and have children and live a life of wives and children?"

Han Mo opened his mouth, thinking about it, there seemed to be nothing wrong, but he always felt that something was wrong.

But since Zhang Mao has already made up his mind, he has nothing to say.He hasn't settled his own affairs well, so how can he care so much about other people.

Just mind what you're talking about first.

Sighing, he nodded to Zhang Mao, and spread his hands to express that he had nothing to say, "OK, if you think this is good, then do it, is there anything else you want to explain?"

Zhang Mao shook his head, took out his mobile phone and looked through it, then took out a bulging envelope from the side drawer and threw it on the table, Nunuzui, "Here, give me a red envelope for my godson, and I'll go see him when I come back." , that little guy is so cute just by looking at the photos."

Now Han Mo is very happy as long as someone praises his son as cute, beautiful and soft, he stretched out his hand to take the envelope and smiled, "Thank you, when you come back home to see, he will probably be able to start at that time." walking."

He predicts that Zhang Mao will have to leave for about three months. When Zhang Mao comes back, his son will be one year old, and he can start training to walk at that time. The baby Zaba will be very cute step by step with his short legs. .

He took the folder out of Zhang Mao's office, and Song Xinye took him by the arm to go to his office before he took two steps. Han Mo felt that he would definitely become a bosom brother today, seeing Song Xinye's appearance, he knew that he was looking for him Come to vomit bitterness.

"What did Zhang Mao ask you to say just now?" Looking at the folder in his hand, he found that it was the one that Zhang Mao was looking at just now. Song Xinye raised his eyebrows, thinking that Zhang Mao was going to do this case.

"There's nothing else. He's going back to his hometown for a while. Let me look after the company. There's something wrong with you recently. Do you care too much about Zhang Mao?" Han Mo is a keen person. In the year since I left, there must have been some progress between Song Xinye and Zhang Mao, or unilateral progress.

At least where he could see, Song Xinye had been staring at Zhang Mao in a daze more than once, and his eyes looked as if he wanted to swallow Zhang Mao.

He was a little puzzled, why did Song Xinye also like men?Infected by him?

"Go back to your hometown? Why do you want to go back to your hometown?" Song Xinye frowned, tilting his head to look at Han Mo in confusion.

He didn't hear a word in Zhang Mao's office just now, the man didn't intend to tell himself such an important decision at all.

"He said he was going on a blind date, and then got married and had children. He seems to be..." Before Han Mo finished speaking, Song Xinye rushed out of him like a gust of wind. Pat the beating heart.

Zhang Maozheng called home, "Mom, I'm going to book a plane ticket, if there is no accident, I will..."

"Zhang Mao! What on earth do you mean!" Song Xinye rushed in without even knocking on the door, and opened his mouth to shout.

Zhang Mao was stunned for a moment, dumbfounded to see his flushed face full of anger, he quickly said to the phone that he would call later if he had something to do, and then hung up the phone.

"Your basic manners have been eaten by dogs." He looked at Song Xinye with a cold face, and his tone was a little bit bad.

Inexplicable guy, what the hell are you going to do!

Just now he said he was an idiot, and now he is yelling at himself for no reason, what is going on.He didn't provoke Song Xinye, right? Why did this person run and explode in front of him like a firecracker.

"...I'm not polite. I've always been a little kid in your eyes. Even if I'm in my 20s, you still think I'm a little kid!" Song Xinye raised his hand and scratched his scalp irritably. The waist side turned around in place.

"You should tell your father or brother about this. I don't think you are a kid who is nearly 1.9 meters tall." Zhang Mao sighed and took a cigarette in his mouth.

He doesn't usually smoke much, but today he was a little annoyed by Song Xinye's trouble, and this feeling that he couldn't grasp was really annoying.

"Then why didn't you tell me that you were going home to get married and have children?" Song Xinye stared at Zhang Mao with a pair of bull's eyes, and pursed his mouth, looking a little aggrieved.

If Zhang Mao hadn't been very calm, he really wanted to roll his eyes.

What does it have to do with Song Xinye that he gets married and has children, and he has to report it?

"Xinye, what do you want to express? I'm 30 years old, just like your brother. Your brother likes men so he hasn't married yet. He hasn't found a suitable one. I believe that if he finds one, he will probably get married too. I'm very concerned about getting married. There is really no requirement for having a child, just being together and living together, what's wrong with that?"

He really doesn't understand, really.

Song Xinye frowned, looked at Zhang Mao's indifferent look, and blurted out, "Then I will marry you, and we will have a baby!"