My little boyfriend is cruel and obedient

The hand holding the fault-tolerant wrist can be released as soon as it is touched, as if an extra second is a sin.Fault Tolerance didn't notice this detail, he just looked at Jiang Biegu, frowning, like a little old man:

"Brother, your complexion looks bad."

"Well, I have a headache." Jiang Biegu said.

"Then I'll press it for you." As he said that, Rong Fault was about to walk behind Jiang Biegu again, but was stopped by Jiang Biegu. He said the same thing as before, "No need."

Tolerance looked at him without saying a word, but no one could ignore the worry on his face.

"You..." Tolerance looked at Jiang Biegu without confidence: "Are you angry?"

Jiang Biegu saw this sentence, but did not respond, but asked him:

"You came back early yesterday, why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought I'd go back tonight, but I couldn't control my drinking. I didn't want you to worry about me, so I didn't say anything." Tolerance apologized: "I'm sorry, brother, I won't do it next time."

Jiang Biegu responded lightly: "Drunk?"

"Ah."

"Does it hurt to be drunk?"

"Uncomfortable."

I also feel bad.But Jiang Bie did not say this sentence, and it is impossible to say it.

He looked at Tolerance for a while and didn't say anything. He twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a smile that wasn't a smile. He glanced at the reception area and said, "Go and sit for a while. I'll go home after reading two more documents."

Tolerant but did not act immediately, he looked at Jiang Biegu:

"Brother, do you have a headache because of my affairs?"

Jiang Biegu did not deny this:

"The next time you get a call in the middle of the night, saying that I can't find you, maybe you will understand how I feel now."

"I'm sorry." Tolerance apologized.

"You've already said it, and I accept it, so there's no need to say it again." Jiang Biegu said, "Go and sit for a while."

Tolerant didn't want to sit down, because Jiang Biegu's state didn't seem to calm down, but Jiang Biegu didn't give Rongrong another chance to speak. He had already spread out a piece of information in front of him, and Faulty froze on the spot, not knowing what to do. What to do, after a while, I still walked to the reception area, but I was stopped by Jiang Biegu after only two steps:

"Forgiveness."

Tolerant immediately turned to look at Jiang Biegu, he sighed slightly when he saw Jiang Biegu, and then said:

"Sorry, my attitude was not very good just now, don't worry, it's my own mood problem, not because of you."

"No." Fault Tolerance shook his head: "It's because I didn't do well."

"You're already fine, don't take responsibility for everything." Jiang Biegu smiled: "Go and have a rest, I'll be fine soon."

Tolerant nodded, and walked towards the reception area after Jiang Biegu looked at the information again.

After sitting on the sofa, Fault-Tolerant's gaze unconsciously looked at Jiang Biegu who was working at the desk with downcast eyes. He didn't know if he was thinking too much, but he always felt that Jiang Biegu was a little different today than usual .

Jiang Biegu is not a saint either. Although he has always been gentle, he is not without temper. He is always in a good mood 7*24. He used to worry when he was in a bad mood. Some apprehension.

Tolerance is like a child who has done something wrong and is restless, but he doesn't want Jiang Biegu to see it, he doesn't want to look like he cares, he just got off the sofa and sat cross-legged on the ground, thinking that he still has homework. Homework to divert your attention.

Fault Tolerance is the type of person who is easy to enter the state. After entering the learning state, he is very focused. Jiang Bie knew this, so he dared to cast his gaze on him unscrupulously after he started studying.

No matter how you look at it, it is no different from the usual kid.

The same care for yourself, the same hard work, the same obedience.

Is he hiding it too well?Or are you really thinking too much?

When fault tolerance finished his homework, Jiang Biegu also finished reading the documents. It was already past the off-duty time. The two of them tidied up their desktops and left the office. They were surprised to see that Ding Cheng hadn't left yet.

Since Rong Rong bought the car, as long as he came to the company before get off work, Ding Cheng would never need to make a special trip to send Jiang Biegu off that day, but this time he was still waiting at the head office, and got up when he saw the two coming out.

"Brother Ding Cheng." Tolerance said hello first: "Why haven't you gone back yet?"

Ding Cheng smiled: "I'm lazy today, I haven't finished some work."

Even though he said so, his gaze quietly looked at Jiang Biegu.

Jiang Bie knew that it was not because of work, but because he was worried about the relationship between himself and Fault Tolerance, worried that he would find excuses to let Fault Tolerance go first, and he still needed a car.

"I'll deal with it tomorrow." Jiang Biegu said, "It's getting late, let's go back."

Ding Cheng understood what Jiang Biegu meant, and nodded with a smile:

"Okay, then I will withdraw first."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Fault Tolerance: "Drive carefully."

"Don't worry, Brother Ding Cheng."

In the underground parking lot, Quo Rong and Jiang Biegu got into the car. Before starting the engine, Ding Cheng walked over. Jiang Biegu lowered the car window, took an envelope from Ding Cheng, and then said to Tolerance:

"Let's go."

As he spoke, he threw the envelope on the counter.

A thick envelope that looks like money.

"This is the money your classmate left in the villa. I guess I was too embarrassed to ask Xu Yanqing to treat you, so I pooled up 2 yuan and left it in the room. Xu Yanqing asked his assistant to bring it here today." Jiang Biegu said: "Return the money when you have time, Xu Yanqing won't ask for it."

Tolerance glanced at the envelope, nodded:

"it is good."

"I'll take a nap for a while." Jiang Biegu said, "Call me when we arrive."

Then he closed his eyes, Fault Tolerant knew that Jiang Biegu couldn't hear him, so he didn't speak any more, just looked at him for a few seconds, then started the engine and drove the car out.

It's past the rush hour, but on the way home, I don't know if there was a car accident or something, it was unexpectedly blocked, and even the idea of ​​choosing another road was extremely unrealistic, so I had no choice but to wait.

Waiting is a very boring thing, and Fault Tolerance doesn't like to wait, but if there is Jiang Biegu next to him, he thinks there is nothing unacceptable, and he even hopes that this period of time can be extended.

From the car in front, to the shops and pedestrians on the side of the road, he looked and looked again and again, but finally fell on Jiang Biegu's face. I don't know if it was the cause of the headache, his brows were still furrowed and did not relax. Pass.

Even his mood didn't improve.

This faintly made Fault Tolerance feel a little strange, even if it was because of the fact that he was drunk last night, but according to his understanding of Jiang Biegu, it would be fine for him to finish his lesson, and he would not let his emotions stay in the present for a long time.

He is not such a person, but today's Jiang Biegu seems to have never come out.

Did what he did really make him so angry?Or, did something happen in the middle that I didn't know about?

When the whistle sounded from the back of the car, Fault Tolerant realized that the road ahead was cleared. He hurriedly looked away from Jiang Biegu's face and drove the car out, but he didn't notice Jiang Biegu's slow pace. He opened his eyes, glanced at the side of the road, and closed them quietly again.

Maybe it's because he can't hear it, so he is more sensitive to other aspects of Jiang Biegu than ordinary people.

In the small space in the car, Fault Tolerance put his eyes on his face. It might be impossible to notice anything after a short time, but it took almost half an hour from traffic jam to clear, Jiang Bieyou could feel that Fault Tolerance's sight was basically They are all looking at themselves.

What catches your eyes?

Are you worried that you are still angry?Or are you worried that you have a bad headache?Or... just want to watch?

Jiang Biegu didn't understand, he didn't care about these things before, and he never thought about them, but after what happened last night, and because Fault Tolerance really watched him for a long time just now, Jiang Biegu would inevitably think, and Fault Tolerance would Wouldn't he have seen himself countless times just like before before he knew it?

In the second half of the journey, Jiang Biegu really fell asleep. After all, he really didn't sleep for a second last night. Now he can't hold on to sleep. After picking up the ingredients, he moved cautiously throughout the whole process, but the shock of the car restarting still woke him up.

He glanced at the surrounding environment, then looked at fault tolerance, and fault tolerance smiled at him:

"Woke you up? I thought I had nothing to eat at home, so I went to the supermarket to buy some ingredients."

Jiang Biegu nodded, adjusted his sitting posture, and asked him, "What do you eat?"

"It's all what you like to eat."

Seeing Tolerance's words, Jiang Biegu looked back at the ingredients in the back seat of the car, and smiled faintly: "Let's go."

Maybe it's because they haven't seen each other for two or three days. Douya welcomed Tolerance more enthusiastically than Jiang Biegu this time. Tolerance squatted down and played with Douya for a while. Jiang Biegu watched them for a few seconds before carrying the ingredients to the kitchen.

Fault Tolerance followed after a few seconds, and brought the bags that Jiang Biegu was packing up in front of him:

"Brother, go and rest for a while, I'll do it, and I'll call you when it's done."

Jiang Biegu didn't move immediately, and stood there looking at Tolerance for a few seconds, and when Tolerance turned his gaze over in confusion, Jiang Biegu smiled and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder, but he raised his hand Time falls again:

"It's hard work, then I'll go lie down for a while."

"it is good."

Jiang Biegu left the kitchen, walked a few steps, then stopped to look back at Tolerance, the bean sprouts were still very rare to him, and kept circling around his legs, and Tolerance also lowered his head to tease it from time to time, and gave him a large piece of beef .

This warm scene made Jiang Biegu feel a lot better, so good that he hoped that the words he heard yesterday were also a dream he had.

From this day on, Jiang Biegu inevitably paid more attention to fault tolerance, and then he found almost inconceivably that there were too many unknown thoughts hidden in those details that he would not have cared about before.

For example, Jiang Biegu would often feel fault-tolerant gazes on himself, looking at himself for a long time, sometimes retracting in time, and sometimes colliding with himself, covering up with a panicked smile.

For example, they occasionally cook together in the kitchen, and when their hands accidentally touch each other, the fault tolerance will be sluggish for a moment, and it will recover after a few seconds.

For example, when Jiang Biegu leaned over to teach him what he didn't understand about fault tolerance in finance, he would subconsciously distance himself from each other and minimize contact as much as possible.

For example, when he saw that he had just come out of the shower, Tolerance would subconsciously look away, not daring to look at him...

Jiang Biegu didn't know how long these mental fault tolerances had been hidden, but fault tolerance had been so skillful in hiding for a long time, because if Jiang Biegu hadn't listened to what he said that night and paid more attention, maybe even he wouldn't have noticed too much , Fault Tolerance never said it, and didn't even show any emotions that misunderstood him.

Tolerance...what the hell are you thinking?

At this time, Jiang Biegu was standing in front of the French window of the study, looking at the lush trees outside the window in a daze, and Rong Rong was reading the case on the desk behind him.

A few minutes ago, he just explained to Tolerance an acquisition completed in three ways: agreed equity transfer, private placement, and partial tender offer, and Tolerance backed away slightly when he leaned over to explain.

This time Jiang Biegu couldn't hold back, noticed his movements and looked back at him, asking with a smile:

"What are you doing hiding from me?"

There was a flash of panic on Fault Tolerant's face. Although it was less than a second, if Jiang Biegu couldn't see it at such a close distance, then his eyes could be lost.

"No." Rong Cuo said, "I'm just afraid of hindering your movements and disturbing you."

"Really?" Jiang Biegu smiled, glanced at Tolerance's reddish ears, and concentrated on the topic again, but Jiang Biegu didn't know how serious the next explanation was about Tolerance, but in the end he Still asked:

"understand?"

Fault Tolerance's ears were still red, and he nodded: "Understood."

"That's fine, you can see for yourself." Then he picked up his coffee and went to the French window.

These days, Jiang Biegu was observing or probing, and every discovery made him startled, and every shock was accompanied by a strong sense of powerlessness and guilt. He was almost sure that what Tolerance said that night was not nonsense, but still With the last ray of hope, I hope that he just likes men, not himself.

But even so, Jiang Biegu couldn't forgive himself.

He couldn't help but wonder, if he hadn't told Rongrong about his sexual orientation when he was 16 years old, wouldn't Rongrong know about it too early, check it too early, and be affected by it.

Fault Tolerance has always listened to his own words, has always been what he says, and even regarded himself as a role model, so is there a possibility that his own sexuality has also subtly affected him?

Is there a possibility that fault tolerance could not have taken this path?