Mr. Ji didn't chase him back today.

Deng Yuxuan was stunned, a little at a loss, picked up the tissue on the table and squatted next to Ji Huai's chair, trying to help Ji Huai wipe it off.

Ji Huai grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously.

Deng Yuxuan's arm hit the corner of the drawer, and he was immediately numb.

He hissed, holding back the pain and saying sorry.

Ji Huai worked all day today, and he was already very annoying, but now this happened again, his mood value dropped to the lowest all of a sudden, and his speech was a little harsher than usual.

"You are a waste, can you not drag others down?"

Deng Yuxuan couldn't help but defend himself: "It was you who took out the document and touched it."

Ji Huai's eyes were frighteningly cold, and he touched Deng Yuxuan's shoulder with the tip of his shoe.

This is the most insulting gesture Ji Huai has ever done to him.

Deng Yuxuan lowered his head as if admitting his mistake, with a bit of embarrassment on his face.

"Are you blaming me? I forced you to send this useless lunch box over?"

Deng Yuxuan swayed, bit his lower lip tightly and did not speak, for fear of continuing to anger Ji Huai.

Gao Wenxi heard voices from the office barging in, and he couldn't see Deng Yuxuan who was squatting from his perspective.

Ji Huai's face was gloomy, and he looked at Gao Wenxi with an unprecedented fierceness.

Gao Wenxi was a little impatient: "As you said, I can come in your office anytime."

After Deng Yuxuan heard this sentence, he felt as if he had been hit on the head severely by a big hammer. His eyes were dazzled, and everything he saw was a double image.

The same people around Ji Huai, he is now squatting on the ground in a mess, but Gao Wenxi can confidently break into Ji Huai's private area.

Ji Huai obviously realized this too, and bumped his chin with his knee: "Clean it up."

Deng Yuxuan looked at Ji Huai in disbelief: "Use your hands?"

Ji Huai was extremely cruel. He said, "Then what is the use? You can use your mouth if you want."

When Gao Wenxi approached and saw Deng Yuxuan squatting, he felt a little sorry.

But that doesn't have much to do with him.

Gao Wenxi decided that Ji Huai was safe and planned to leave, but Ji Huai stayed behind.

"Stop here, I have something to tell you."

Deng Yuxuan felt like he was going crazy. He heard the condescending voices of Ji Huai and Gao Wenxi, and his hands were sticky, the food he had worked so hard to cook.

He is not short, and he has no way to clean up while squatting, so he can only kneel on one knee in front of Ji Huai, putting the "garbage" back into the lunch box with stiff fingers.

The stewed and mushy potatoes are now a puree, mixed with the egg soup.

Ji Huai glanced at him from the corner of his eye, feeling some inexplicable dissatisfaction in his heart that he couldn't vent, so he kicked his standing leg with his calf: "Have you cleaned it yourself?"

Deng Yuxuan was taken aback for a moment, and it took him a while to recover his voice: "You insist on forcing me like this?"

Ji Huai lightly tapped the armrest of the seat with his fingers, "Did I force you? If you don't want to, just leave."

Deng Yuxuan was silent, and moved his hands numbly.

Insisting on self-torture, he raised his head to look at Su Yue's face which was almost exactly the same.

At this moment, the defense line in his heart completely collapsed.

Deng Yuxuan's eye circles were red, looking at the food on the ground, he seemed to see his broken heart.

It's like garbage, being taken back by myself little by little.

But Ji Huai felt disgusted just by looking at it.

But Gao Wenxi is different, he can get Ji Huai's tenderness with this face.

Why?

Deng Yuxuan stood up straight away, wiped off the dirt on his hands, and strode out of the office.

He really couldn't accept being treated like this by Ji Huai in front of Su Yue's face.

The moment the door was closed, Ji Huai broke out completely.

Deng Yuxuan's disobedience made him feel uncomfortable, just like that night.

He really didn't like the feeling of being unable to catch people.

It was the first time Ji Huai used rolling characters to Gao Wenxi.

Gao Wenxi also rolled his eyes indifferently, and directly dismissed himself from work.

Looking at the things on his body and the ground, Ji Huai felt angry and had a headache.

After Deng Yuxuan came out of the office, he went downstairs and washed his hands in the public bathroom on the first floor, leaving cold water sticking to his hands when it touched the oil.

Fortunately, there was hand sanitizer next to the sink, and Deng Yuxuan squeezed some.

After washing his hands, Deng Yuxuan shook them lightly, propped his hands on both sides of the sink, and felt a little exhausted.

The eyes of the person in the mirror are red, and there are still teeth marks on the lips, showing an unhealthy white color.

There is still some soil on the shoulders of the jacket, which is left by Ji Huai's shoe toe just now, and it is very obvious on the black down jacket.

Deng Yuxuan looked at himself, suddenly felt a little funny, and laughed out of control.

The man's sad laughter echoed in the quiet bathroom.

How could he fix himself like this?

In the past, he was obviously the object of everyone's praise, so why did he become like this after reuniting with Ji Huai.

Deng Yuxuan was in a trance for a while, and slowly sat down with his soft legs against a relatively clean wall.

Looking at the carefully slippery floor at the bathroom door, his thoughts drifted a little far away.

In the year of graduating from high school, Deng Yuxuan was elected as a performer of the art festival.

Their class borrowed a girl from the liberal arts class next door, and they said they would dance a pas de deux together, and he stood out with his outstanding looks, and won unanimously when the two classes voted together.

More than 80 people from the two classes gathered together to discuss the program on twitter. Deng Yuxuan and the girl from the liberal arts class looked at each other and smiled awkwardly.

The girl's name is Fang Xi, she is a very delicate little girl, and her face turns red when he smiles at this time.

In the end, Deng Yuxuan's class teacher made the final decision and decided on an English song that he thought was great.

Deng Yuxuan leaned over and almost died of fright.

I don’t know who came up with this song out of nowhere. The style of the song is good, but the lyrics are a little too bold, and the dance is more intimate. It’s really not suitable for an art festival.

After listening to the song, his class teacher resolutely dismissed his objection, saying that the dance can be changed. Few people can understand this kind of English song.

Deng Yuxuan had no choice but to bite the bullet and go.

Part of the adapted dance required him to kneel on one knee to deliver flowers. He frowned and wanted to change it, but the music teacher said that this movement was the key point. There should be some distance from the ground.

Kneeling with a distance is more difficult. Deng Yuxuan always kneels unsteadily, and is scolded by the teacher for swaying left and right.

During the break, Fang Xi comforted him: "Just kneel like this, can you bear it?"

Deng Yuxuan shook his head, with a flamboyant smile on his face, and waggled his fingers at Fang Xi.

"That won't work, sir, this kneeling ground is reserved for future proposals to my wife."

Deng Yuxuan didn't know that Fang Xi had remembered this scene for many years, and even when she finally got married, she would occasionally think of it.

A boy stood under the light and smiled brightly, telling her his preference for his future wife.

It is said that when you are young, you should not meet someone who is too amazing. Her luck is not good, and she met it all at once.