forced petting

Wu Yan recalled his state of mind when he returned to school from that hospital.

At that time, although his mind was turned back and forth because of the experience, he was still the same in his bones.

It's just that you don't have to go on a day-study career anymore. You don't have to rush home every holiday. You don't have to keep breaking appointments with your classmates anymore.

It started that year. He moved into the school and began to use his spare time to start a part-time job.

During the part-time career going around, Gao Yuan, the senior of the school who was studying in the graduate school, slowly entered his life.

It's also a coincidence. When Wu Yan was working as a waiter, he would meet him for dinner;

When Wu Yan was working as a librarian, he would meet him to borrow books;

Even when Wu Yan delivers food, he will meet Gao Yuan who is the owner of the food...

They came and went. The two got acquainted like this. What do young people talk about? Two young guys. Talk about love, talk about women. But obviously neither of them is very keen on such topics.

A cynical literary and artistic young man. After a few glasses of wine, he slowly began to talk about ideals and revenge after a few meetings...

That is to say, after this, Wu Yan, a construction student with an uncertain future, was poached by Gao Yuan, a wealthy second generation of a construction company who only loves economics.

Gao Yuan is not stupid. In other words, he is old and cunning at a young age. He knows that he cannot escape the family business inheritance. But he is not a construction material after all. Although he thinks that he has a good vision for investment, he can actually operate a construction project. On the run. He's really an outsider.

Maybe his company has people in this area. But it's not his own power after all.

As a rich second generation who knew the unspoken rules of shopping malls since he was a child, Gao Yuan is not a second generation ancestor who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun.

He knows that he should cultivate his own power. And those veterans in the company rely on his father to fight with him. Except when he said in front of him what happened to me and your father. Any help will be appreciated.

If a company wants to develop, it must change blood. Gao Yuan knows this well. If he saw Wu Yan's drive like a top, he moved his mind to poach corners; then after getting to know Wu Yan better, he would not hesitate. The poaching business is underway.

His vision has always been good. However, Wu Yan has indeed lived up to his strong support in the past.

You know, entrusting some important projects to a young man who has just left the society. The risks and pressures that need to be borne are not something that can be justified.

Especially. At that time, Gao Yuan’s parents died in accidents one after another. The pressure a person has to bear is even more difficult to explain clearly in a few words.

But fortunately now. Those are all in the past. When you successfully come up with beautiful results, the once supercilious eyes have finally turned into admiration and envy.

And he also succeeded in relying on his own achievements. He slowly stepped up to the management of the company. In the process, he and Gao Yuan gradually eliminated the tarsus worms in the company. Until the company was completely The whole earth becomes the world of their youth...

"We've known each other for several years." Sitting across the desk, the boss Gao Yuan's affection was rarely vague in these years.

Wu Yan remembered that the last time he saw this kind of confused and indifferent expression on his face was when both his parents had a car accident and declared the coercion invalid.

The man's expression was a little dazed. His eyes flickered and he said, "Six years. We have known each other for six years."

Gao Yuan shook his head and corrected Wu Yan's words: "Wrong. It's been eight years."

"..."

"Although we are in the same university. You only met me in your sophomore year. But I noticed you when you first entered university."

The man was slightly taken aback. "Really." But he didn't express much.

There are so many people in this world whose names you know, but who you never meet with. Strictly speaking, such people can only be regarded as strangers after all.

"Yeah. Before the sophomore year, you always came and went in a hurry. Only after that did I have the chance to contact and know you..."

"Senior. Thank you for your care these years. Really." The man interrupted Gao Yuan with a smile. "It's been six years. We have been working together happily and successfully. Now everything about you is on the right track..."

"Wu Yan." The man interrupted him with a frown. He seemed to know what he wanted to say. He just wanted to interrupt him.

Wu Yan shook his head. He smiled and said, "You don't need me anymore. And I really want to take a good rest after all these years..."

"Aren't you?" Gao Yuan frowned. "Is it because of that person in the morning?"

Gao Yuan has seen that person. As early as when he was in college, he had met Yi Yang inadvertently. At that time, he always liked to set up a telescope on the roof of the school when he had nothing to do. By chance, he would be on Wu Yan’s car when he was going to or after school. I've seen that man several times.

After Wu Yan started to live in the school, that man disappeared out of thin air. Gao Yuan also gradually had an intersection with Wu Yan. When the relationship between the two became better and better, he also took advantage of Wu Yan's drinking I asked about that person when I was high. But Wu Yan seemed to be born cautious. Even when he was drunk, his tone never relaxed.

As time passed, he almost forgot the existence of that person.

Wu Yan didn't have any surprises, as if he had already prepared for it. "Whether it's because of him or not. Senior. It's time for me to leave too. I want to resign..."

Gao Yuan paused. "Actually, you don't have to..."

"No need." The man smiled. "Didn't you see everything? Whether it's style or private life, I'm not suitable to stay in your company anymore. And I really want to take a break .”

"Wu Yan." Gao Yuan frowned and looked at him. "What are you hiding? Are you going to run away just because of this little thing?"

"Small things." The man's voice was mocking. "What is a small thing. Yes. Maybe the face problem is just a small thing..."

"Since you care so much about face, then you..." Gao Yuan suddenly lost his voice when he said this.

The man is speechless. Yes. If he cares so much about his appearance and if he is so unwilling to expose everything to people, why would he do such a thing in the office? It seems that he asked for everything.

But he's never been able to help himself.

I don't want to explain. There is really no need to explain. The man has made up his mind. "I will resign. There are no new projects in the company recently. I have always kept account records for the work in hand. You know that foreign-related communication and intersection have never been mine. work. So there is no handoff in that regard.”

"Are you really going away, Wu Yan? I thought we had been good brothers and partners for so many years." There was a trace of pain in the man's words.

"Good brother, good partner." Wu Yan paused, as if savoring the meaning of these words. After a while, he looked at Gao Yuan and showed a faint smile. "Then it's time for us to split up."

As he spoke, he quietly put his hands on the table, clasped each other in front of him, with a sincere expression on his face.

Gao Yuan didn't speak. Wu Yan just quietly waited for his reaction.

Time passed by every minute and every second. The air seemed to be frozen. Even the heartbeats of the two seemed to be faintly inaudible.

Finally, Gao Yuan sighed softly.

He looked at Wu Yan and asked lightly, from the perspective of a friend, "Do you really... like men?"

The man was slightly taken aback. It seemed that he was a little surprised by such a simple and intuitive topic as Gao Yuan. He smiled wryly and said, "This is the end of the matter. This is no longer important. Senior. The current choice is all decided by myself. And There will be no so-called regret and no regret.”

There is no positive answer. Because all that is really no longer important.

If it was six years ago, Wu Yan might have given an enviable answer to such a question: It has nothing to do with men and women. Just because I love him. My love has long been gender-neutral. Just because I love him. Regardless He is a man or a woman, a demon or a demon.

But now, after washing away all the lead, I can only come to an ending that I choose.

Whether it was the extreme love that gave rise to sorrow, or the current irrelevant love and hatred, as early as the year when he met Yi Yang and made a deal at the age of 16, he was already doomed to have a tangled and rough fate in his life.

After all, he is too weak. After all, he cannot break free from the shackles of fate.

"I'm so stupid. Those things happened between you and Wang Yue when we were in school. I never thought that you liked men. I always thought you liked Wang Yue. So these years... "Gao Yuan laughed at himself, as if thinking of something funny.

After laughing for a long time, he finally spoke to the man. "It is impossible for me to agree to your resignation. If you feel a little tired these years and want to take a good rest, fine. I will give you a long vacation for one year. If one year is not enough . Then extend the time a little longer. In short, you can come back anytime you want."

Wu Yan was startled. "Actually..."

"Take advantage of this unlimited vacation. Take a good rest." There was no time for Wu Yan to refuse. Gao Yuan smiled. He stood up from the stool and walked out quickly.

It was as if something was chasing him behind him. The posture of going out was like flying, and there was not even a trace of hesitation when walking.

He looks in a hurry. It seems that if you delay for a second, something big will happen.

Wu Yan looked at the closed door. He felt a little blocked for no reason. He knew his state. It wasn't because he couldn't bear it. It wasn't because he was sentimental.

But he himself couldn't tell why. It seemed to be just instinct. His heart felt uncomfortable without any reason.

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