he is a transparent person

Jiang Yao went to the office on time the next day to find the materials to be handed in by the officers of the same department.

The materials are all placed in the cabinet in the office, just next to the desk of the External Relations Department. When he arrived, he met Xie Zhijin on duty. There was a minister from another department in the room. Xie Zhijin and Jiang Yao.

He took the materials and saw Xie Zhijin flipping through an English book, with no expression on his face, his long and straight eyelashes half drooping, turning a page, he seemed to notice Jiang Yao, raised his eyes slightly, asked, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Yao stayed here, waiting to talk to Xie Zhijin. He shook the document bag in his hand, "Send the materials."

In the past few months, Jiang Yao didn't do much else in the secretary department, but he was familiar with running errands.

Xie Zhijin turned the book upside down on the table, and Jiang Yao curiously picked it up to look at the cover, translated and asked, "On crime and punishment?"

Seeing Xie Zhijin nod his head, he picked it up to read again. The dense English was jerky and difficult to read, so he had to put it back awkwardly, "I don't understand."

Xie Zhijin said, "There is a specialization in art, and I may not be able to read your history books."

Jiang Yao thought of the brick-thick book, with one head and two big heads, and he wanted to talk to Xie Zhijin, whatever, but the door of the office was opened, and he quickly distanced himself from Xie Zhijin, looking for fame.

Han Qing, who appeared at the door, stared at them, showed a familiar gentle smile, greeted him, and said to Xie Zhijin, "The date of the lecture has been set, the seventh of next month."

Xie Zhijin and Han Qing wanted to discuss the affairs of the department, and Jiang Yao couldn't stay here for no reason after taking the things. He passed by Han Qing, and couldn't help guessing what the two of them would do when they were alone in the office.

Is it just business, or will you talk about other things?

Han Qing studied Shang Ying, so he must be able to understand the book on the table.

Why hasn't the minister who went out to work just now come back?

Jiang Yao's footsteps slowed down, his way of delaying time was too obvious, Han Qing asked, "Jiang Yao, is there anything else you need?"

His heart skipped a beat, and then he grabbed the doorknob, "It's okay..."

Before opening the door to go out, Xie Zhijin suddenly stopped him, "Jiang Yao."

He turned his head and looked eagerly at the figure not far away.

Xie Zhijin said in front of Han Qing, "You left a piece of clothing with me, go get it when you have time."

Jiang Yao's head couldn't function for a few seconds. He subconsciously looked at Han Qing. The other party was not surprised by Xie Zhijin's words, as if he had known his private relationship with Xie Zhijin for a long time, but the smile on his lips was no longer comfortable.

Jiang Yao's grip on the doorknob was getting heavier, his heart was agitated, his throat was sore, and he nodded his head blankly.

Seeing him nodding, Xie Zhijin refocused on the affairs of the department.

Han Qing took a deep look at Jiang Yao, pulled out the chair and sat down opposite Xie Zhijin.

Leaving the office, Jiang Yao was stunned. He had no way of knowing why Xie Zhijin would say such misleading words in front of Han Qing. After all, in the eyes of outsiders, he and Xie Zhijin were at best high school classmates. Everyone was cold and indifferent, and they didn't know him very well because of their acquaintance for many years.

Even though Jiang Yao couldn't figure it out, he was still happy for no reason, at least Xie Zhijin wasn't as shy about talking about their relationship as he imagined.

Jiang Yao smiled all the way, and handed the folder to the teacher after arriving at the school office.

"Wait for a while, I've seen that there is no problem and I will stamp it for you, and you can take it back."

So Jiang Yao stood quietly by the desk and continued to wait for a new round of errands.

He stared at the ground in a daze. He thought it would go smoothly, but the teacher said displeasedly, "These materials are wrong. Didn't I tell you to replace them? Why do you still submit a version to me?" ?”

Jiang Yao was not in charge of this document, but he repeatedly asked the officers of the same department if it was this document, and the other party gave him an affirmative answer. After a moment of stupefaction, he subconsciously said, "Maybe they and I I made a mistake when I said..."

The teacher said, "I don't care what's going on with you, this document is all wrong. I definitely can't stamp it here. You can take it back."

Jiang Yao remembered that this document would be used tomorrow and had to be stamped today. He couldn't learn to be flexible, so he couldn't help but said in a hurry, "But I..."

The teacher interrupted him sternly, "I still have a lot of things to do here, if you can't do it, you can't do it, you don't need to say more."

Jiang Yao suddenly felt aggrieved, took the documents and left the school office to call his colleagues.

He was stupid, and he would never hold anyone accountable. Instead, he was beaten up by his colleagues, "It's not the cabinet on the left, it's the one on the right. You must have misheard."

"You clearly said it was on the left..."

"Then consider me wrong."

Jiang Yao bit his lip, "It was."

"Okay, okay, sorry, then you have to work harder and run again. Remember that it is on the right side, so don't take it wrong again."

The other party's indifferent attitude and insincere apology made Jiang Yao rarely angry. He mustered up the courage to refuse, but the other party had already said before him, "I still have to go to class, so I'll hang up first, thank you."

A word of thanks made Jiang Yao's fire extinguished in his heart before it even came out.

Hearing the ear-piercing beeping sound, Jiang Yao took a deep breath. He really wanted to not be so fussy, but he couldn't understand why some people could so confidently push their faults onto others.

Getting angry is all about getting angry, and the business still needs to be done. Jiang Yao returned to the student union office dejectedly. There were too many people in the room, and he couldn't talk to Xie Zhijin. In addition, he had just encountered something unreasonable, so he just took the documents and left .

Xie Zhijin seemed to look up at him, but he didn't seem to.

He really wanted to tell Xie Zhijin all his grievances, but he thought that the other party was the minister of another department, and he himself had promised to run errands for others. Xie Zhijin couldn't intervene, so he dismissed the idea.

Jiang Yao suffered from being dumb, and was not in the mood to listen to the lecture in the afternoon. He kept playing the conversations with his colleagues in the department in his mind, thinking over and over again how he would fight back under the circumstances that was the best—but no matter how much he rehearsed , the matter has passed, and I can only be angry afterwards.

This emotion lasted until dinner with He Ming at night.

He Ming could tell at a glance that something was wrong with him. On the way back to the dormitory, Jiang Yao couldn't help He Ming's repeated inquiries. He talked about what happened today with red eyes. At the end, he choked up and stammered, "It's obviously him Said that I was the only one on the left, and it was my fault that I only took the documents..."

There were many students coming and going on the school road. Fortunately, the sky was completely dark, and no one could see Jiang Yao's red eyes, but He Ming was close enough to see Jiang Yao's circling tears clearly.

He Ming pulled Jiang Yao into the empty hallway of the teaching building, and when only He Ming was left, he could no longer control his sore and swollen emotions for a day, his eyes: making ○ Ge Wo Ci tears pattering Drop, say, "I will never help him again, and you don't want to talk to him..."

Even if he was bullied, the only way Jiang Yao could think of to fight back was to stop running errands for the other party.

He Ming touched his wet face with pity, hugged him into his arms and gently patted his back, his voice soft like a breeze, "Okay, I will ignore him from now on, whoever bullies our Xiaoyao, I will hate anyone."

He Ming was the first person besides his family members to call him Xiaoyao. Jiang Yao raised his tear-wet eyes and blinked twice due to the affectionate address.

He was crying so sticky, with tears hanging on his cheeks, He Ming couldn't hold back the soft flesh on his cheeks into his mouth, and sucked it gently like sucking jelly.

Jiang Yao's cheeks were sucked out of shape, and all his strength seemed to be sucked away, allowing He Ming to hug him limply.

He Ming kissed away the tears on his face little by little, Jiang Yao finally came to his senses and murmured, "Don't kiss the face..."

He originally thought that the salty tears on his face were a bit dirty, but He Ming deliberately misunderstood him and asked him in a low voice, "How about kissing your tongue?"

Jiang Yao likes to be kissed by He Ming, every time it feels like stepping on a cloud, he can't find himself in a daze.

Those depressed emotions gradually dissipated between He Ming's lips and tongue. He Ming's words made his cheeks burn with embarrassment, but he hummed softly.

Jiang Yao's delicate nose twitched, and looked at He Ming with teary eyes, waiting for a comfortable kiss, but He Ming said, "You stick out your tongue so I can kiss you."

He Ming's tone was strong and gentle, as if Jiang Yao didn't do what he said, and he would end everything.

Jiang Yao cried miserably. After thinking for a while, he couldn't resist He Ming's temptation, and slowly stuck out a small tip of his tongue.

He Ming immediately swallowed it into his mouth.

Kissing in public made Jiang Yao more sensitive, and He Ming's hand even touched it, squeezed it...

Jiang Yao was hung on He Ming like a soft-legged shrimp. He wanted to stop He Ming's movements, but He Ming's words made him let him do whatever he wanted.

"Whoever pushes the task to you in the future, you can ask them to come to me, and I will see who dares to: make ○攉攉操先."

No matter what time, He Ming stood firmly by Jiang Yao's side, which made Jiang Yao more dependent on the other party. He hummed sullenly, which made He Ming kiss him deeper.

The whispers were blown away by the autumn wind.

"Well, don't rub it there, it's weird..."

"Then do you like it?"

"......like."

—

Xie Zhijin pushed open the door of the office, and Li Wei happened to be inside.

As soon as the other party saw him, he quickly packed up his things and said hello, "Have you eaten yet, let's go together?"

Xie Zhijin did not refuse.

The two walked to the food street together, Xie Zhijin took the time to send a message to Jiang Yao, urging him to go to the apartment to get clothes, but Jiang Yao didn't reply immediately, he frowned and put away his phone.

Levi talks a lot, complaining endlessly about the many things going on recently.

Xie Zhijin listened for a while, and after a while, her thin lips moved, "Li Wei, please do something."

Li Wei said in surprise, "It's rare that when you ask for help, you say, I will help you if you need anything!"

Xie Zhijin's gaze was as deep as water, "Jiang Yao..."

Three ways

Xiao Xie: I don’t leave my name behind when I do good deeds.

Xiaohe: I always stick out my tongue when I kiss.