canine boyfriend

46.

The clerk drank the president's cup of iced coffee, but he couldn't finish it even though the ice cubes had melted.It was bitter and cold, and he was not used to drinking it. He was rarely allowed to drink at home since he was a child, and he couldn't figure out why the boss always liked to drink this kind of thing.

In the company before, I saw the boss often drink it with ice cubes.

"Let me make you another cup of tea, it's good to drink hot." The clerk took the tea bag again.

The president put one arm on the back of the chair, because it was a private party, he didn't hold it that much anymore. "I don't like tea, I hate the smell of tea."

The clerk stopped tearing the tea bag, only to realize that the milk tea in the delicate cup in front of the boss hadn't moved a sip.

The manager pushed down the gold-wire mirror frame on the bridge of his nose, sat upright, and pricked up his ears.

"You don't like the taste of tea, I'll make another cup with a strong milk flavor." Others give up after hitting the south wall once, but the clerk doesn't. He can't even hear the displeasure in the boss's tone. on a cup of tea.

He quickly brewed another cup, this time, added more milk, and pushed it over hot, like making an offering to the Golden Bodhisattva.

"I've already said that I don't like drinking." The president lifted a piece of shirt collar, passed the wind, and wanted to drink iced coffee, so he glanced at him resentfully, "Who loves sweets so much like you."

The clerk held the iced coffee in both hands, sitting in an obedient posture, happy that the boss still remembered that he loved sweets. "I like to eat sweets, but... I don't always eat them. I don't have any at home."

The president flicked his wrist, cut, a family that can't eat sweets, how did he choose it back then... He pushed the cake over, angrily: "That's not good enough to eat."

"Don't eat, don't eat, I'm talking about work now." The clerk straightened his tie to show his dedication, raised his wrist and took a sip of iced coffee, which made him frown.

"Can't you bear this bit of hardship?" The president reached out his hand and asked him if he wanted a cigarette case or an iced coffee, "Give me the cigarette."

But when the clerk waved his hand, he really looked like a big man who could control people. Compared with controlling, he actually wanted to grasp the CEO's fingertips more. "Stop smoking. Smoking is harmful to your health. This sentence is written on the cigarette pack... It's not that I can't bear the bitterness. It's just that the coffee is bitter and cold. If you have a sweet drink, don't touch it."

Bitter and cold... The president suddenly lost the interest in smoking, yes, everyone likes sweet and warm ones, but who wants to touch bitter and cold ones.

He let out a sigh of relief slowly, as if he drank his previous 30-odd years.

Seeing that the president didn't speak, the small staff didn't say anything themselves, but the manager seemed to be full, and chatted with them in the sunlight that shone into the cafe.

"Is it popular for fans to call their wives now?" The CEO still thought it was too hot, so he simply took off his tie.A thin tie hangs around his wrist, hanging straight down, with tie clips dangling.

"They're all called that." The manager said, and then looked at them with a smile, "I'm used to it."

"Oh, it's called that." The president repeated, "Is there a video for today's birthday? If it's convenient, can you send me a copy."

The manager looked at the clerk who was pouring iced coffee on the opposite side. "Okay, I'll send it to you when it's sorted out."

Mom, the clerk drained the coffee in one go, put down the iced coffee cup with a bang, as if about to fight.Just when the manager felt that he had to be cold today, the clerk stood up abruptly, blushing, "I'm going to the bathroom, sorry!"

Bowing slightly, he turned and ran towards the bathroom.

It's over, it's over, my wife must be angry, but I really don't understand star chasing, and I have no experience, and I just happened to meet my high school deskmate, so I called him that to pretend to be a fan... He ran into the bathroom, unscrewed The faucet splashed water on his face, this time it was really over, he was about to be killed by his high school deskmate.

I just hope that the manager will be lenient and don't show the clips of me calling my wife to the CEO, otherwise I will really have no wife.

After the clerk washed his face and dried it with a paper towel, he suddenly caught some slight movement in his ears, as if someone was talking.

He froze for a moment, thinking that he had heard wrong, who was chatting in the bathroom for nothing.But he was taken aback for a moment, the surroundings were quiet, and he could hear more clearly.

This male voice seemed to be that of the deskmate.As if he was coaxing people?

I'm sick, who has nothing to go to the bathroom to make calls to coax people!You don't have a wife yourself, are you going to kill me without a wife?The clerk threw the ball of paper into the trash can and left angrily.

The people at the table chatted for a while, hot water was added to the teapot twice before the star came back but the tablemate did not follow. "Sorry, I was a little... uncomfortable just now."

"It's okay. If you're not feeling well, go back and rest early. Let's talk about it later." The president understands social distance very well, and both sides are not familiar with each other. The first conversation should not be too long, lest there will be no next time due to mental fatigue. He also feels sorry for the celebrity, and he doesn't know where an evil illegitimate fan is hiding, waiting to scare people.

"Excuse me." The president raised his right hand and drew a picture, meaning to sign his own order, and pointed to the pieces on the cake tower that the star had moved, "This, this, and this, two copies each, packed with Walk."

The little staff huddled beside him, watching the president handle the relationship skillfully and properly, his heart became hotter and hotter.My wife is really powerful, powerful and beautiful.

Before leaving, the manager asked the star, "Who is it then?"

"He..." Xingxing rubbed his lower lips. He had makeup on his face for today's event, and it seemed to be a bit spent at the moment. "He said he has something to do, so let's go first."

"He's fine." The clerk jumped out immediately, accusing and testifying, "He was coaxing people in the bathroom just now." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and packed all the cakes that the president had touched and those that hadn't been eaten in time, so as not to waste food .

After packing, he hurriedly put on a suit jacket for the president.

47.

On the way back to the company, the clerk was sitting upright in the co-pilot, with an exquisite cafe lunch box on his lap.

The boss packed not only for the stars, but also for himself... The staff touched and touched the lunch box, but didn't dare to say anything.The person driving next to him obviously had something on his mind and was not happy.

In the next few days, the small staff believed that the president was really angry, and even did not come to the company one day.He called the president, but he didn't answer, he sent a WeChat message, and he didn't reply, and the small staff started to panic. Did he get into a big disaster?

Block him in the company and ask?I dare not, after all, I am just a low-level employee, and he is the big boss.

Go directly to his house?Not to mention, it's a private residence, it's too rude to go downstairs and wait for someone without permission, and it's not bad to be punched by the military.

After thinking about it, the small staff can only turn to the Internet for help.A rookie who has never been in a relationship, frantically searching for "what behavior will make my girlfriend angry".

After reading it carefully for two hours, the clerk felt dizzy, and it was over, and he had gone through the minefield of chasing his wife.

Not only stepping on mines, but also kicking in the minefield.

Talking too much in public is machismo and does not give face, insisting on making tea is disregarding the partner's preferences, taking away favorite food is simply a crime... plus calling someone else's wife.

Even though this wife didn't call her out on purpose, she is an unforgivable sin.The more the staff look at it, the colder they feel. The boss is really mature and experienced. Would it be possible for him to be angry with himself right then and there?I won't pack a small cake for myself.

What to do?Looking at the computer screen, the clerk used all the love cells in his body, but he couldn't think of a countermeasure.Because I have never been in a relationship before, I got on the bus first and then paid for the fare.

He wanted to apologize in person and explain the matter of calling his wife seriously, but the boss went on a business trip the next day, and even the secretary went with him.

When I saw the boss again, five days later, the company held a reception in the luxurious hotel auditorium.

Every employee can participate, and there are people from the company next door. When the small staff heard that the boss is back, they put on their best suits and went with a thermos.

He was led into the hall by the welcoming lady, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the person he had been thinking about day and night.

He came back, but also thinner.

The hall is decorated as a cocktail party, with a wide variety of buffet meals, Western-style, Chinese-style, drinks, snacks, everything.Countless men, women, suits and sequin skirts dazzled the eyes of the small staff.

He lowered his head, afraid of seeing any girl's thighs, or accidentally looking at their low-cut clothes, it was too impolite.But when he lowered his head, he saw all kinds of high-heeled shoes, stilettos, red soles, and pointed toes, walking beside him like beautiful nails.

So he looked up again and looked at the man.

That person was on the railing on the second floor, holding a drink and holding a woman by his side, who might be a partner of another company or a dance partner.He was wearing a black suit, and his hair had been carefully groomed. It seemed that he had been cut short, but it made him look thinner. The back of his neck was completely exposed, and it fell into the straight white shirt like a thread.

The beauty next to him wore a deep V, a fitted sapphire blue evening dress with high slits, diamond pendants on her ears, and no necklace. She was full of jewels and unconventional.But when the two of them stood together, the clerk felt that the boss was more beautiful, with a plain face and scary, when he looked back, the light in the entire ballroom was dimmed.

The president also saw him, and saw the dog man standing next to the buffet. He should be wearing his best clothes, with a tie tied in the middle, so formal, as if he was on a date.

Serious but out of place, the president was in a drinking posture, brushing his hair with the palm of his hand, and wearing a chic platinum ring on his finger.

He saw the thermos cup held by the clerk again, and turned around in annoyance, with his eyes closed and an empty stomach, he drank cup by cup.

This is his place, and the top leader of another company came to toast, and he couldn't help but drink.

After a few rounds of drinking, the president held the fence on the second floor in a good posture to blow the air, the alcohol was working in his body.

He wiped his eyes, the running around for days was not what made him irritable, but his fist hardened when he thought of the video sent to him by the celebrity's family.

The doggy man downstairs holding a thermos cup really called someone else's wife, the CEO didn't even want to look at him, so he turned around and continued to pick up the wine that was handed over to him.

The clerk just watched from below, watching him take the drink and the cigarettes given by those people, sighing as if he was looking at someone he couldn't touch.

The reception ended very late, and the president vomited many times while going to the bathroom.He's used to inducing vomiting after drinking, and without this ability, he dared not invite people to drink outside.So he doesn't eat, only drinks, no undigested food, so he doesn't smell like vomiting.

After vomiting again, his stomach was completely empty, and his throat was burned by stomach acid. The CEO washed his face, took out the mint he carried with him, and sprayed it.

I just didn't expect to see the clerk standing outside when I opened the bathroom door.

"What are you doing here?" The CEO was a little confused, afraid that he would hear himself retching inside, ruining his perfect image of never getting drunk.

"I miss you." The clerk smelled a fresh fragrance on his body, "I want to see you, I will learn in the future..."

"Shut up." The CEO didn't want to listen to his milky words, and if he called someone else's wife, don't look for him. Sure enough, even men can't believe it. Seeing good-looking people is a virtue.He pushed the clerk away, not knowing whether he was drunk or vomited too much, he felt so uncomfortable.

Just a few steps away, he suddenly felt his wrist empty, and it turned out that his favorite watch fell on the washstand.He turned around and went back to pick it up again. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the private bathroom, he felt uncomfortable again in his stomach.

This time, I vomited out all the acidic water left in my stomach. I was unprepared for the incident and even got it on my cuff.

This time, the president really panicked.

He never vomited on his clothes, and the bathroom door was still closed, in case the dog man outside heard it... He hurriedly turned on the tap and washed the cuffs with hand sanitizer, but no matter how hard he wiped it, he couldn't clean it. I always felt like it wasn't clean.

He smelled it, but he didn't know if his nose was out of order or what happened, he could smell it, but he didn't seem to be able to smell it.

What to do?The president didn't even bother to wear his watch. He washed his hands, face, and cuffs. Halfway through washing, his stomach started to hurt.

Falling down hurts.

Running around, drinking, vomiting, calling other people's wives...all became straws and fell on him.He rushed out of the bathroom, into the elevator, and went to the underground garage to find his car.

He's going to go home, just go home and take a shower, and he'll be perfect.

But behind him, there was a footstep following him.

When he turned around, the clerk was still holding the thermos.

"Get out!" He shouted behind him, the dog man must have heard himself throw up, and knew he was drunk to take advantage of it, "Why the hell are you following me!"

The clerk was taken aback. There were only two of them in the parking lot. The boss' voice was obviously drunk. "I want to take you home."

"Do I need you to send me? People who want to send me home have circled the earth three times, should I use you!" The president walked away without looking back, his leather shoes rattled, but he couldn't find his car.

He was holding the car keys. After drinking too much alcohol, the alcohol would be absorbed by the body, and he couldn't even hold it firmly.He hurriedly pressed the start button of the car key, and when the lights flashed wildly, he could find a parking space, drive, and go home.

The small employees are getting closer and closer, how can the boss drive like this.

Suddenly the person in front stopped.

The president didn't want him to follow him, as if he was waiting to see himself weak and make a fool of himself. Once he was not perfect, he would take advantage of it. "Are you fucking going to go or not?"

"I'll take you home and get out immediately." The clerk said, "I didn't drink today, I can drive."

"I don't need you to drive!" The president wiped his face. It was sweat and water. He felt that these concerns were all flattery and fake, and he was eager to verify that it must be fake. He took out his trouser pocket, took out his mobile phone, and threw it over.

It hit the clerk.

"Get out! Don't follow me!" The president turned and continued walking.

The clerk picked up the torn mobile phone and still followed him.

So the CEO was really angry. His not leaving like this became the last straw that crushed him. It is impossible for someone not to leave. Too beautiful things will always go. Even if he really likes himself, he will scare away as long as he loses his temper up.So he took out a second phone and threw it over.

This time, it hit the clerk on the head.

The little clerk covered his forehead.

The president was stunned.But he immediately reacted: "I am this kind of person, I have a bad temper, what's wrong? Are you going to get out?"

The clerk rubbed his head, picked up the second mobile phone, and walked towards the president.

The president looked at him, and this time, he started to walk backwards.If you spit on your clothes, you will be found.

"No. I'm here to apologize. I was wrong that day, I was immature." The clerk didn't know what he was hiding. When he walked over, he saw that the president was really angry, and his temples were stretched. Don't talk, save face for you, and don't care about you, this... I brought it to you. "

The president stared at his sour eyes, as if staring at an enemy who had killed him.For the first time, I wanted to cry outside, but my vocal cords were burned by stomach acid, and I couldn't make a sound.

The clerk saw that he was not moving, and unscrewed the lid of the vacuum flask.

The president glanced inside, tears fell uncontrollably, and even a few drops fell directly into the thermos.He grabbed the clerk's cheap shirt and cried out bit by bit to release his accumulated emotions. Maybe it was because he didn't like drinking at all, maybe he didn't like to hear him call other people's wives, or maybe it was the mania in a special period.

All cried out.

He wanted to shout out, to shout out all of these things, but in the end he just choked up and said, my clothes are dirty.

"It's dirty, I'll wash it." The clerk hugged the president with one hand, and the thermos cup with the other.Inside was the iced coffee that the president didn't drink because the ice cubes had already melted.

48.

The president hadn't cried like this for a long time. He was ashamed, ashamed, and humiliated. Tears rolled down his body, and at the same time, there were waves of cool abdominal pain washing over his body.

Why don't other men have stomach pains, but I do... The CEO really wants to hold back his tears, he's used to holding back his tears, except for the hesitation of menstruation for the first time, what accompanies him is patience.

He is like a moon, aside from the pure white side, the back is full of unbearable deep pits, which cannot be seen by anyone.

Others will only appreciate the whiteness and bigness of the moon, and will not like the potholes on the moon.

"Boss...don't cry, I'll take you home." The clerk thought he had drunk too much and felt uncomfortable, not knowing that most of the spirits had been spit out.

The tears that the president had just borne back poured out again, damn it, his fists were hard from crying.Half a month ago, the dog man desperately made milk tea for himself, but now his stomach hurts, and he started to serve himself iced coffee.

What kind of strange dog man did I meet? The president turned his face and didn't care about his tears.A hot tear flowed down his cheekbone and down his smooth jawline.

I'm so angry, I can't pick a man by myself, I can't just look at the face.

Half an hour later, the president was sitting in the back seat of the [-]-bar with padded buttocks, with his arms around the clerk's waist.He didn't want to be like a crying little daughter-in-law, and he didn't want to be coaxed, but his eyes were indeed swollen from crying and his nose was red from crying. He was afraid of leaving a bad impression on his daughter when he returned home with such virtue.

In the eyes of my precious daughter, I should be a handsome and handsome dad, so that I won't lose control of my emotions.So when the clerk said to take him home to live, he reluctantly agreed.

The two men in suits and leather shoes used [-] bars as a means of transportation, attracting the attention of many people on the street.But the president didn't want to worry about it anymore. He had a stomachache and now his hands and feet were cold, so he wanted to close his eyes and rest.

The ice wine he drank began to drive tractors and excavators in his stomach, twisting and dismantling them.

The clerk rode very steadily, this time he didn't go racing again, but like a high school student, using a bicycle to carry his sweetheart.

After riding for an unknown amount of time, the bicycle stopped, and the president opened his eyes. It was a very ordinary residential building, neither a high-end residential area nor a commercial real estate, just an ordinary building.

"This is the house I rented." The clerk was delighted, he got out of the car, and waited for the president to get out of the car before he pedaled, "It's a little smaller than your house."

The president visually inspected this building and predicted that it is not a large apartment. "How small?"

"Small..." The clerk lowered his head and touched the black bicycle seat, "It's a few hundred square meters small... Would you go up and sit down? My house is very clean, and I love to do housework."

The president doesn't believe this, no man he knows likes to clean up, including himself.If there is no nanny to take care of, I can live in a pigsty full of clothes.

Clothes piled up on the sofa, never bother to clean up.

But since he was here, he reluctantly went up to have a look. The president followed him to the entrance of the cave, and suddenly stopped. "Wait a minute, you can buy something for me."

"Okay." The clerk immediately took out his wallet, this time he didn't dare to persuade him anymore, he would buy ice cream even if his wife wanted it.It is said on the Internet that sometimes boyfriends don't talk too much, just pay.

"I...my one is coming soon." The president stood tall, one step higher than the small staff, and put on a tough tone to make it appear that he didn't care, "Buy that for me."

The clerk froze for a moment, completely unexpected.

"Why?" The CEO immediately frowned, "Don't want to? Are you afraid of embarrassment?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant." The clerk looked at the president's stomach, and almost forgot to prepare it in advance.He turned around and ran to the small supermarket, to make a big purchase on the supply shelf, not knowing which brand was good, anyway, the ultimate use was the same, so he took it when he saw it.

When checking out, the supermarket owner looked at the one he was hugging full of, and was puzzled.

"Quick checkout, quick checkout." The clerk was in a hurry, not wanting to keep the boss waiting.

While waiting, the president smoked half a cigarette.A couple walked past holding hands and entered the cave with vegetables in their hands.After a while, the clerk rushed here with two big bags, reminding him of the couple he saw just now, carrying a lot of little happiness.

He followed the clerk to park the car, took the elevator, and stopped on the ninth floor.The dog man took him home, with an impatient fiery look, as if he was eager to bring himself back to stir fry.But now, the president hopes that someone will hug him, at least to prove that he is not alone and that he is loved.

When they got to the door, the clerk took the key to open the door and happily invited people in. "Come in, you don't need to change your shoes, I wipe the floor every day."

But the president put it in his pocket and finished smoking the second half of his cigarette at the door.He was not in a hurry to go in, because he knew that single men's single residences would not be very clean, and there were a lot of things to pack.Dirty and poor sanitation, dirty socks, toilets that were not cleaned, and even paper balls thrown on the ground.

When the cigarette was finished, he dusted off the cigarette ash smartly, just in his tie, and entered the door with an attitude of arrogant criticism.

Inside the door was a clean living room with a spotless floor.

"I live by myself, and I don't have much furniture." The clerk seemed to welcome a nobleman, put down dozens of packs of sanitary napkins, and went to the kitchen to boil water, "One-bedroom, a bit small..."

"It's too small." The president stepped in with one hand, not believing that the dog man cleaned it up by himself.He walked here unceremoniously, as if he was the master, without the consciousness of being a guest.

The bedroom door was closed, and the president did some mental preparation before opening the door.If you want to see through a person, you have to look at this person's bedroom. He doesn't know what is waiting for him inside.

The door opened, and he saw the desk first, with a computer and a few books on it.On the left is the wardrobe, on the right is the bed.

On the bed was a quilt folded into tofu cubes.

Sick, the president refuses to believe that this is a bedroom tidied up by a man who lives alone. It is too tidy and warm, as if he has not been tempered by society, and there is still a warm garden in his heart.

"Do you want to go to bed now?" The clerk washed his hands and came over to close the curtains. "If you go to bed now, I will make your bed for you."

"Don't sleep, I'm going to take a shower." The president turned to look at the bathroom. He was not fragile, so he fell on the bed as soon as he entered the room.

Unexpectedly, the bathroom was cleaner, and the sea salt-scented fragrance smelled particularly good.The president is completely confused. He now suspects that there may be a woman living here.

"Let me adjust the water temperature for you. This water temperature is not easy to adjust, and it is easy to burn." The clerk came in with his bath towel and pajamas. sleeping?"

"Is that why you want me to sleep?" The president turned around, just in time to see the bag on his forehead.I accidentally typed a large package with my mobile phone.

It's pitiful, it's heartbreaking.

The clerk nodded and turned on the Yuba. "I want you to rest more...it won't be cold when you drive this."

"Isn't it cold?" But the CEO asked again, his coldness started from the lower abdomen, not from the outside.

The clerk raised his hand to test the temperature of the Yuba. "It's not cold."

"But I'm so cold." The president closed his eyes, because the bathroom was too small, he easily leaned on the clerk's chest, because the bathroom was too small, he had to lean on his chest.

(slightly)

49.

The bathroom is too small.

It's not as big as a few cabinets in his cloakroom. The CEO has long forgotten the feeling of living in a small house, let alone that he would be hugged by another man in such a simple rental room.

(slightly)