Baiyueguang professional account

The middle-aged woman is the president's secretary, surnamed He.

For some reason, An Mo always felt that this surname was very familiar, as if he had only heard it not long ago.

"Secretary He, did the president say anything?"

In the elevator, An Mo asked a question on the sidelines.

"The president just asked me to ask if you finished your meal." Secretary He replied respectfully: "If you have any questions for the president, you can ask him directly."

A few words blocked An Mo back.

An Mo was a little helpless, he didn't adapt to his current identity in his bones, including doing some intimate actions with men.

While it might be going on, he would be immersed and intoxicated by it, but before doing it, he was embarrassed and only wanted to escape.

When he reached the twelfth floor, Secretary He walked in front of him, leading him to a dark brown door, and said, "Please."

An Mo: "..."

Don't be so polite.

First he knocked on the door twice, and then pushed it open. An Mo was as bold as he was on the surface.

There is less than an hour left, even if the man really wants to do something, if he procrastinates for a while, the man will have nothing to do with him!

With a small calculation in mind, the moment An Mo stepped into the president's office, the familiar feeling emerged again.

He has been here many times, and he can be described as familiar with the road.The president's office is so big that it can be regarded as a small library. This is where men work, and there is a separate bathroom and lounge.

He used to come up after his lunch break and go to sleep in the men's lounge.Sometimes the man will accompany him, and sometimes the man gets busy and works on the tablet by the bed.But they never messed around in such a solemn occasion, even in a separate lounge, the most intimate action between them is just kissing.

Subconsciously heaved a sigh of relief, An Mo walked around a short corridor and stepped up two flights of steps. His vision suddenly widened. Behind the desk in front of the large French window, sat a man in a suit and leather shoes. He was looking down at something with a frown. He frowns lightly, as if he has encountered a problem at work.

Before An Mo walked, he didn't deliberately lower his voice, so even though he found that he had slowed down after work, the man still raised his head the moment he approached.

"You're here." The man's pretty thin lips hooked slightly, and he said, "Go to sleep for a while, and I'll go in in 10 minutes."

An Mo was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked at the door of the lounge over there, then pondered for a moment, then sat on the chair on the other side of the desk.

"I'll wait for you here." An Mo said, "And I'm not sleepy yet, I want to play a game."

The man paused, then said with a smile, "It's up to you."

An Mo played a game. He didn't take the earphones and could only mute the sound. He couldn't hear the prompts all the way. It was all due to self-awareness. In the end, he was able to play an MVP of the game...

Playing a game will inevitably take more than 10 minutes, so the man finished his work, walked up to An Mo when he was not paying attention, and looked down at him skillfully finishing the game, with even more meaning in his eyes.

"Okay, go and rest." After An Mo received the reward, the man reminded: "You still have half an hour to rest."

That being said, An Mo was indeed a little sleepy. Which migrant worker would be willing to lose his nap time.

"Okay." Turning off the phone, An Mo stood up and walked towards the lounge.

A voice sounded behind him. Although it was a little awkward, An Mojing didn't stop it.

It has been determined that nothing will happen between the two of them, so An Mo's inner rejection is more due to the bluntness when he integrates into his identity, like two puzzle pieces that don't fit at all, being forcibly put together.

The two of them slept together peacefully last night. The man kissed him, but he didn't think about doing that kind of thing. Maybe it was because he was too tired from working outside and just got off the plane to go home. Last night when the man next to him was sleeping soundly , An Mo's consciousness was still slightly awake, and he didn't fall asleep completely.

Nothing will happen now, but the embarrassment at the thought of the two of them lying together and embracing each other to sleep came back to my heart, and it was reflected in the red color at the tips of my ears.

Putting on his exclusive slippers, An Mo sat by the bed, watching the man take off his coat nervously.

"Why don't you sleep?"

The man turned around, saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, and asked with some doubts.

An Mo immediately took off his shoes and got under the quilt, pressed against the side of the bed, leaving a large space for the man, and said, "Sleep now."

Seeing this, the man chuckled, but didn't say anything, and walked around to the other side of the bed.

An Mo felt a deep arc sinking down beside him. He defended his position and did not slip over. The next second, he was grabbed by the waist of the man, and easily brought him into his arms, and lay down in the middle of the bed. .

An Mo was startled for a moment, and struggled slightly.

"Don't you like it?" The man's low voice swayed in his ears, "I used to have to hug you to sleep, what happened today?"

An Mo opened his mouth, turned the words of refusal from the tip of his tongue, and swallowed them back into his stomach, "No, I was just shocked."

"Well, blame me, I wanted to tease you when I saw you lying beside the bed."

"I don't blame you..."

"Then go to sleep." The man said softly.

The gentle and magnetic voice was like a lullaby to help sleep. An Mo quickly closed his eyes and slowly fell into a dream.

But the man suddenly opened his eyes after he fell asleep.

[Host, the situation is not good. 】

[What's wrong? ]

[After the fool system found out that his host was missing, he cried and reported to the main system, and is now investigating various worlds and illusions. 】

[......]

[I feel your helplessness, host.But I didn't exaggerate, the idiot system did report to the main system while crying that someone or the system had cheated its exclusive beauty host. 】

[... When did you find this out? ]

[About a week or so. 】

[Does An Mo have a mandatory task to complete? ]

【No.Speaking of which, after my investigation, I found that Mr. An Mo is an A+ level tasker. Like you, he has completed nearly a thousand tasks. 】

The man's eyes froze, and then a layer of madness gushed out.

[Is it all me? ]

[...Some missions do not have a lover or partner, so this is not a good check. 】

The man was silent for a moment, didn't ask any more questions, but just held the person in his arms tighter.

[The situation is urgent. If you want to keep this illusion, you must temporarily release Mr. An Mo from here.If you want him to come back, you have to find an opportunity to make it clear with him. 】

The voice of the system is sincere, and it is for the sake of this pair of "fateful mandarin ducks" wholeheartedly.

When An Mo woke up, the sunlight outside was dim.

There was no one around him for a long time, he paused for a few seconds, sat up suddenly, picked up his phone and glanced at the time.

At 10:[-] in the afternoon, there are still [-] minutes before the start of work in the afternoon.

Scratching his head in doubt, An Mo felt that he had slept soundly, and it had been a long time...how could it be that he only slept for more than ten minutes?

Walking out of the lounge, the man was already sitting at his desk dealing with business.

"Are you awake?" Seeing him coming out, the man greeted him and said, "I made coffee, with milk and sugar, the taste you like."

After approaching, he really smelled a strong aroma of coffee and a hint of sweet and greasy milk. An Mo sat on the chair opposite, said thank you, and took small sips of coffee.

Use him to come out, and the man's heart and eyes are all about him.

He always smiles when facing himself, the gentleness between his brows and eyes is as real as it is, and he can't wait to hold her up and send it to An Mo.

It has to be said that in this inexplicable illusion, An Mo is [-]% favored, although a bit passive.

But this kind of life is really enviable, with a suitable job, no shortage of money, cats and dogs, happy married life, and the other half on the household registration book is the president of a large company...

Simply a winner in life.

The work in the afternoon went smoothly. He handed in today's manuscript after he finished writing it. The team leader suggested a few changes. The second draft he handed in before leaving get off work was praised, and today's workload was perfectly completed.

This feeling of being paid for his own labor is very novel, making An Mo look at the scenery on the street very eye-catching on the way home.

"So happy?"

"Of course." An Mo said, "Anyway...you won't understand."

The man pondered for a moment, and said: "Maybe I can understand it, just like I've negotiated a big deal, the feeling of being relieved to see everything is very comfortable."

"Yes!" An Mo's eyes lit up, he turned his gaze to the man, and echoed, "That's the feeling."

"Is this the first time you have completed a mission?" the man suddenly asked.

An Mo almost opened his mouth and replied: No.

Because he thought that he repeatedly entered the mission world, completed various missions like a robot, and couldn't remember the content of the mission after returning, as if he was very pale.

But he knew that the man was not asking this.

He should have answered no, because An Mo himself thought about the wrong question, so the answer was delayed for a long time, and then slowly overflowed from An Mo's mouth.

"No. That's what I do, have you forgotten?"

With a counter-question, a sly light flashed in the man's eyes, which disappeared in an instant.

"I just feel that you are very happy tonight." After a pause, the man suggested: "Then go out to eat tonight? Go eat your favorite Japanese Teppanyaki."

Japanese teppanyaki?An Mo's eyes lit up.

For some reason, he is now full of interest in all kinds of food, as if he hasn't eaten delicious food for several years.

So the dinner location was decided. When An Mo entered the Japanese food store, he still felt a little sorry for Taro and Jike, but when the food was served, he couldn't care less about other things.

Teppanyaki paired with sake, An Mo had a great dinner at night.

In the end, he couldn't eat at all, he was just drinking sake, and he also clearly felt that his reaction was a little slow.

Is he drunk?

Yes a little.

The smiling face of the man beside him seemed so familiar to him, and several names swirled on the tip of his tongue.

Reason told him not to speak out.

But his sanity was shrinking.

"Lu Xinglou?"

He suddenly called out a name, and when the man was stunned, he shook his head in self-denial.

"No, I don't know who he is."

It's just that these three words suddenly came to mind.

There seemed to be a chuckle sounded from the opposite side, like the breeze blowing the leaves, coming from afar, light but not to be ignored.

The man was not offended by his words.

"My name is Qin Su."

"Next time, don't make a mistake."