compulsory possession

In mid-November, the cold air rushed straight down and swept across Beijing. Withered branches creaked feebly in the wind, and the cold wind blew across the face like a knife. More and more people chose to wear masks and struggled. Fight against the cold wind and smog.

Occasionally someone failed in the war of resistance and arrived at the company a long time late. He complained to his colleagues in the tea room that the recent weather was so bad that he was almost depressed.

People whose houses are far away from the company get together to complain about the weather and the bad traffic that is always stuck on the road.

Someone elbowed the man next to him, and he remained very quiet, listening to them in silence with a coffee cup in his hand.

"Jessie, how far is your home from the company? I've never seen you late."

Before he could speak, someone beside him spoke for him, "Of course I'm living with Mr. He, and the president will personally pick him up, so there's no way he'll be late."

Zhe Xi joined the company for less than a year, and now he is working as an assistant beside He Cong. The relationship between the two of them has not been deliberately concealed, nor has it been publicized in a high-profile manner. Everyone vaguely knows that they are together.

Similar booing happened many times, and many times Zhexi just smiled at them and reminded softly, "Don't gossip about the boss's private life, and be careful about deducting wages." Then he gave everyone some high-end snacks and fruits.

It not only stopped the boring conversation, but also avoided offending people.

This time he was uncharacteristically, he didn't avoid talking about it, but admitted with a smile, "Don't be jealous of me, there is only one Mr. He, you all come to line up in the next life."

"You're lucky, Zhexi!"

"With Tiancai in hand, I will never worry about being rich and honored in this life."

"You are too happy!"

Envy, praise, there are many sincere and insincere words.

Zhexi didn't want to make a distinction, so he dealt with it a few words casually, returned to his desk, and could see He Cong's office when he raised his head.

He seldom stays in the company, and most of the time he can't see other people inside.Zhexi looked at the door of the office, thinking about what the assistant said that day, his sixth sense made him feel that something was wrong.

But he had observed He Cong for a while, and he didn't notice anything wrong.He even secretly checked He Cong's cell phone, everything was normal.

But He Cong was distracted more and more, and he smoked more and more frequently.

Zhexi's heart was hanging in the air, and he didn't sleep well for many days.

The door to the opposite office opened from the inside, and He Cong walked to Zhexi's desk, and tapped on the table with his knuckles.

"The family asked me to take you back for dinner, do you have time?"

The eyes that were dusty just now are shining brightly now, Zhexi nodded, "When?"

"Tonight." He Jin came back and asked He Cong to bring someone home for dinner.

"It's too hasty, you should tell me in advance."

He Cong didn't think about it so much, and said indifferently: "It's just a common meal, no need to prepare."

"You're really not considerate in that regard."

He Cong ignored his grievances, turned around and explained the work to others, Zhexi's suppressed depression was temporarily washed away by the family banquet.

The He family has a distinguished family. Although the old man has stepped down, He Jin has gone further than him on this road.The gates of the villa area are guarded, checking documents, and verifying identities, each of which is very strict.

He Cong drove by himself today, and the guards knew the license plate, so they didn't dare to stop him and let him go.

When Zhexi first came to He Cong's side, he came here once. The He family's parents were not very enthusiastic, so they sent the nanny to make dinner.

This time was no exception, Mother He greeted with a smile, "Xiaoxi is here, sit down and eat, pick whatever you like, you're welcome."

After that, no one spoke, and the dinner ended in silence. He Cong was called by Mr. He to talk about something. He Jin took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it, holding it between two fingers, and looked at Zhexi.

Zhexi got up, followed behind He Jin, left the living room and went to the outdoor garden of the villa.

The reason why the superior can stand on a high place is definitely because of their extraordinary ability to see everything.He Jin exhaled smoke from his mouth, his deep eyebrows and eyes were a little bit of natural rebellion.

With a low voice, he asked about the progress of their relationship.

Compared with He Cong, Zhexi is actually more afraid of dealing with his elder brother. He is the person He Jin sent to his younger brother. In this year, whenever He Jin returns to Beijing, he will be called there.

Ask him how far he and He Cong have developed, and even tell him the private details such as holding hands and kissing.

Zhexi has never seen an older brother who takes care of his younger brother's emotional life so "enthusiastically".But he has fallen in love with He Cong irresistibly, and if he wants to stay by his side, he can only be a "spy".

"We're fine."

"If there is anything wrong with him, you should report it to me immediately. If you can't reach me, just make a private call."

"it is good."

He Jin sat down on the sofa, her legs were wide open, her suit pants were rolled up, revealing her black business leather shoes and ankles.

Zhexi once saw He Jin break a man's ribs by kicking with only one foot.

He Jin shook a cigarette on the edge of the ashtray, "You haven't lived together yet?"

"He Cong is usually very busy with work, I..."

"I came here to ask you to take care of my brother, understand?"

"I know... I will persuade him as soon as possible to move in."

"Row."

He Jin finished smoking, got up and walked back to the living room from the garden.He Cong just finished talking with the old man, came out of the study, and stood side by side with his brother.

There were only their two brothers on the first floor, and He Cong asked his brother, "Who did I go to find on the day of the car accident?"

He Cong stopped and thought for a long time, as if he was struggling to find the date of his accident in his memory, and after careful recollection, he couldn't find out why.

"Who knows, you have never been worry-free since you were a child."

"..."

"Compared to looking for someone, I think the reason of drag racing is more in line with your personality."

He Cong listened in place, without any reaction on his face.

"It's a pity about your face." He Jin reached out to remove the gold-rimmed glasses of the person in front of him, and the covered scars were exposed, which made He Jin's heart tremble.

He also remembered that in the tragic car accident, he retrieved He Cong who was covered in blood, holding a stack of critical illness notices outside the operating room. That day passed more torturously and longer than ever.

"What are big men afraid of? If you wear glasses, you won't be able to see. Brother, don't worry about it."

"Yeah." He Jin put on her coat, her voice was very soft, "Let's have a good time with Zhexi in the days to come."

"I can't sell it for a good price or what? The old He family thinks that I will spend the rest of my life with him?"

He Jin was busy with business, so he only took time to come back for dinner. The secretary and the car were waiting outside. He packed his clothes and went out.

Without looking back, he added, "Calm down, don't make trouble."

Not long after He Jin left, He Cong took Zhexi away from He's house, and Zhexi asked him to live together again on the way.

The man turned the steering wheel, passed several green lights in a row, and drove the car to the parking garage of the community at a faster speed than usual.

This is where Zhexi lives. The location is good, very close to the company.Zhe Xi didn't unbuckle his seat belt, but turned his head to look at He Cong, his eyes were wet, like the fog in every cold morning in early winter.

"As I said last time, giving each other more space is good for both of you."

If the previous refusal was helpful, Zhexi would not ask a second time, because he wanted to have a closer relationship with He Cong, so he proposed to live together again.

"I want to have you more than freedom."

He Cong leaned over, stretched out his hand to press the seat belt buckle, and unbuckled the seat belt for Zhexi. He calmly looked at the sad man whose eyes were flushed.

"I'm right here, I'm not leaving."

"You know what I'm trying to say."

He Cong backed away, leaning his wrist casually on the steering wheel. He pressed down the car window and looked out from the inside. The whole garage was dark.The green and red light signs are staggered, and occasionally a new car enters the garage with its headlights on.

He Cong lit a cigarette, his tone was not good, Zhexi was about to cry, he didn't show any signs of coaxing anyone.

"I told you before we got together, it's okay to talk, but leave me alone."

"..."

"Do you smoke?"

This is the limit of his patience, handing cigarettes to Zhexi is like a warning signal, so stop talking, and the result will be like this.

"want."

Zhe Xi took it, and the two of them sat in the car, holding the scarlet burning smoke between their fingers, and turned their heads to look at the left and right windows of the car.

Almost at the same moment, the fingers put the cigarette into the mouth, and the two people who had their own thoughts took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

He Cong didn't stay overnight, sent Zhexi into the elevator and drove away.

He suddenly returned to the place where He Nian lived, the housekeeper and the children didn't expect that He Cong would come tonight, they were a little surprised.

He Cong waved at the child, "Have you finished your homework? Show me."

It was the first time for He Nian to experience the battle of parents checking homework, and he was not very proficient in the business, so he took a long time to take out the exercise book.

He Cong took it in his hand and flipped it a few times, and asked, "Why is it all mathematics, where is the language?"

"Teacher Li accepted it for correction today, but it hasn't been sent yet."

"Give me the language book."

He Nian took out the Chinese books from his schoolbag and handed them over. He saw his father sitting on the sofa, holding a fresh textbook in the palm of his hand, carefully flipping through the pages.

Turning to the after-class exercises, there was a page with a red tick by Teacher Li, He Cong stopped and stared at the marking marks for a long time.

He Nian suspected that his father could see through the textbook paper.

"Does Teacher Li have any close friends at school?"

"?" He Nian's eyes were full of doubts, and he didn't understand what his father meant by this sentence.

"Do the other teachers treat you well, Teacher Li?"

"Of course." He Nian understood this time and nodded. "Everyone says Mr. Li is handsome, and the English teacher often has lunch with him."

"Is the English teacher a girl?"

"Well, it's also very beautiful."

He Cong turned his head and asked the aunt who had been accompanying He Nian, "Is there any activity in school recently? The kind that requires parents to be present."

Hearing that he cared about the child, the aunt smiled and said, "It just so happened that Teacher Li didn't see anyone when he went home to visit. Let me go to school tomorrow to find out about the situation at home."

He Cong: "You rest, I will go tomorrow."

[The author has something to say: He Jin: I'm very busy at work, so stop and don't go to Li Beiyan, it's troublesome to find him every time I come back. 】