Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

In the past two days, the temperature has been unstable, sometimes cold and sometimes hot.

Jiang Song stayed up for two days and nights, and the injured parts ached from time to time.

After standing up and walking around the office twice, my pelvis was still sore.

He picked up a bottle of Fenbid from the drawer, poured two tablets and just threw it into his mouth when the office door rang.

"Come in." Jiang Song walked back to the table and sat down.

The person who came in was He Yilan whom Xing Ce had mentioned to him. He was not as energetic as in the photo, with his head bowed and his chest slightly folded.

He has a white face and smooth eyebrows, narrow and long eyes hanging slightly upwards, he is a handsome but slightly shy young man.

"Boss Jiang." His voice was as restrained and thin as a human being's, but it wasn't unpleasant.

"Oh, Xiaohe," Jiang Song accepted the document he handed over, "I heard about you, have you adjusted well after becoming a regular?"

He Yilan stood aside and waited for him to sign, "Very good, thank you Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Song took a rough look at the document, focusing on a few key points, signed it and returned it to He Yilan.

He Yilan took the file and stood by the table.

Jiang Song answered the phone, and when he looked up, he found that he hadn't left yet. He was a little curious, "Is there anything else?"

He Yilan took out a box of snacks from behind and put it on a corner of the table, far away from Jiang Song, "Boss Jiang, you haven't had lunch yet, have you?"

Jiang Song froze for a moment, glanced at his watch, "Oh, it's already one o'clock!"

"Yes." He Yilan didn't seem to be very social at first glance, Jiang Song asked a question, and he answered without saying a word.

"I forgot to go home for dinner." Jiang Song patted his forehead and smiled easily.

Usually he eats Gu Changxi's meals at home, three meals a day.

Although he didn't know why Gu Changxi had to cook every meal himself, Jiang Song felt that his habit was very good.

Moreover, he felt that Gu Changzhen's taste had changed. He didn't like to eat those spicy and oily sauces when he was a child. Instead, he liked light and easy-to-digest home-cooked dishes just like himself.

Of course the key is delicious.

Like cabbage, an ordinary vegetable with green roots, let Gu Changxi cook it casually, and Jiang Song can eat a plate by himself.

When he was eating, Gu Changzhen seldom moved his chopsticks, and he would not eat any dish he picked up too much.

Jiang Song didn't bother to worry about whether the child grew up and began to cut himself out of his cleanliness, anyway, it was good enough to eat.

After living with Gu Changxi for a while, he also gained two catties.

Xing Ce stayed at his house these days, and he asked Xing Ce to eat with them, but Xing Ce refused.

From Jiang Song's point of view, this is a great waste.

Living in his house, Xing Ce not only lost weight but also gained two dark circles.

Jiang Song is not worth it for him.

But there was something wrong this morning, and he was not feeling well, and his efficiency was not as good as usual, so he dragged his lunch past.

"It's okay, I'll go eat something later, take the snack away." Jiang Song sorted out the things on the table and smiled at He Yilan.

He Yilan was silent for a moment, and pushed the dim sum towards him, "Mr. Jiang, this is my own wagashi. I selected the ingredients and made it at home, so you don't have to worry about it being dirty."

Jiang Song looked over, and there were three shiny colorful pastries lined up in the exquisite glass box, with different textures pressed, and a lot of thought was spent on it.

But Jiang Song didn't like sweets at first, and now he has no appetite and doesn't want to waste things, so he said to him: "You take it back, or share it with your colleagues, you young people love these sweets."

He Yilan's eyes darkened when he heard that Jiang Song didn't want it, and he said in a low voice, "Then I'll take it, thank you."

Jiang Song muttered while tidying up: This He Yilan has a golden resume, so he should be considered rich in social experience, why does he feel so young when dealing with people?

Jiang Song cleaned up in the office for a while, took his mobile phone and went out.

When I walked to the tea room and heard the noise over there, I poked my head and walked over.

"...A paratrooper, what's your air?" Jiang Song recognized this voice, it was Xing Ce's "stab head" Lao Tian.

"Brother Tian calm down, what are you fussing about with him?" Someone advised him.

"What did I say wrong? I've seen this guy, he did that with a man, who knows if he has any internal problems? Who wants to eat him?" Tian Yu is called "Old Tian", but he is actually a second A chubby young man in his teens, full of spirit.

Jiang Song walked over, and the surroundings became quiet.

Seeing several people around, He Yilan stood in the middle with his head bowed, with some wagashi rolled on the ground.

Some wagashi smashed to pieces, exposing the delicate filling inside, and it was a pity and pitiful to spread on the ground.

"What's going on?" Jiang Song frowned and walked over with his hands behind his back, "Give me money to hire you to come and fight?"

Although he is tall but thin, he is wearing a light cherry-colored knitted cardigan with a pearl gray ribbon tied around his neck. His lazy appearance is not very majestic.

But all the employees stood up respectfully, "Mr. Jiang."

Only Lao Tian complained angrily in a low voice, "Gays are so disgusting, I won't eat his dirty things..."

Jiang Song leaned against the wooden dining table leisurely, "If you want to say it, say it loudly."

Lao Tian was quite reckless, standing upright with his head held high, "The few of us are talking well here, and he interrupted and wanted to give us food. I think it's dirty, but he still insists on giving it to us."

Jiang Song didn't believe that He Yilan's character would be relentless.

Most likely he was humiliated the first time he was sent over.

But Jiang Song still asked Lao Tian kindly, "Why do you think it's dirty? It looks clean to me."

Lao Tian looked at He Yilan with contempt on his face, "I saw him in our community before. He was hugged by an old man, and he looked like someone to fuck/ass/ass! And look at his The appearance is squirming, like an old woman."

Jiang Song smiled slightly, but his tone became cold, "Are you a primary school student, how old are you still judging others by sexual orientation?"

"Mr. Jiang, you say that because you don't know how dirty gay men are! Many of them have infectious diseases," Lao Tian was very unconvinced, and commented on him, "You are too simple!"

The others couldn't stand it anymore, so they talked back to Lao Tian, ​​"Can you stop telling Mr. Jiang this?"

"That's right, isn't Mr. Jiang tired from working every day? Still want to listen to your boring lawsuits?"

"Why does Mr. Jiang know how dirty gay men are? Old Tian, ​​don't pollute our pure land."

"?" Jiang Song heard them talking more and more outrageous, and walked over to look at a small snack left on the table.

The solitary little snack was made into the shape of a red camellia, and the crimson petals were finely sprinkled with gold leaf, refracting soft light.

The snack was very small, Jiang Song held it between two fingers, and stuffed it into his mouth in one bite.

It's not very sweet, it has the taste of chestnut and yam, and the taste is very delicate and soft, which is very similar to He Yilan's overall feeling.

"It's delicious," Jiang Song licked his fingers while eating, "It's just that I don't know much about Hefeng, so I can't get out of it."

The atmosphere in the tea room was much more relaxed, and it happened that it was still lunch break, and everyone chatted in a hurry.

The girl softened her heart and helped ease the atmosphere, "Xiao He, don't be angry with Lao Tian, ​​he just has a bad temper. I'm quite interested in making dim sum by myself, can you teach me when you have time?"

There were also people who said to Lao Tian, ​​"Little Japan is so particular about those things. If you want me to say, you should go to Fuhuazhai to get a box of wishful kidney bean rolls and a bowl of cheese and fruit ice!"

Some people squatted on the ground with He Yilan to pick up the scattered wagashi.

Jiang Song leaned on the table and laughed, "Ren Xiaohe is a embroidered yellow flag, how can he not understand your little shit?"

When He Yilan heard the words "Xianghuangqi", he paused his hands, almost crushing the fruit he just picked up.

Jiang Song seemed to be unaware of anything, still smiling, "So greedy, why don't you call Fuhuazhai's takeaway for afternoon tea. The whole company has a share, and I treat you."

There was a burst of cheers in the tea room, "Boss Jiang is so kind!"

"I want double!"

It's not too far from the company to home, but it's almost two o'clock when Jiang Song gets home.

He had just entered the door and heard "ahhh" inside, and it was the sound of a very small child.