The general manager said buyaobuyaoimfull

He Chi squatted down and hugged the crying man:

"Sorry, I was wrong, I didn't mean that..."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and He Chi seemed to have been caught for doing something wrong. He said in a panic, "I'll open the door, you stay inside and don't say anything."

The person who knocked on the door was Elina. She was extremely sensitive. As soon as she entered the door, she smelled something wrong. She looked around:

"Where's the manager?"

"It's not very comfortable, it's in the lounge."

The manager's office has a dedicated lounge for lunch breaks or overtime work.

"Uncomfortable? Has he had another migraine?" Elina asked nervously.

He Chi didn't know that the manager had migraines, so he hesitated and hummed.

"You helped me bring Dayang's documents to the manager to sign, remember not to disturb him now, do you hear me?"

He Chi repeatedly stated that he would not disturb the manager's rest, so Elina left with a worried face, and told He Chi to put the ibuprofen in the third drawer of the desk.

Going back to the bathroom, the manager was no longer there. He Chi went to the rest room with a dazed expression on his face. Sure enough, the manager sat quietly on the bed with his head lowered and did not speak. He had obviously washed his face and wiped it clean. His eyes were a little red, and he couldn't tell that he had just cried.

He Chi wanted to stab himself. He blamed himself for being mean. The manager probably didn't want to talk to him right now. After a few struggles, he was going to give the manager a little time and talk to him when he was not so angry. apologize.

Just as he was about to turn around, the manager timidly grabbed his sleeve.He Chi returned to his senses in surprise and lowered his head, facing the bright eyes of the manager. His eyes became brighter after crying, like glass beads shining in the sun.

The manager suddenly looked like a third grade student who complained to the class teacher, he was serious and secretive:

"Minister Li likes men...he's a pervert!"

He Chi:?

Like men = abnormal? ?

He Chi squatted down, holding the manager's two little hands, like a psychological counselor:

"Do you think liking a man is a pervert?"

"That's right...that's what they all say..." the manager muttered.

"Who said that?"

"them…"

He Chi knew that he couldn't ask, so he squeezed the manager's hand, and the manager dodged and looked up at him:

"Do you... like men too?"

He Chi didn't expect the manager to take the initiative to ask questions, which stumped him.

During his five years abroad, he met a lot of men and women, but he never thought about this issue carefully, not because it was difficult, but because it didn't matter, what does it matter if he likes a man or a woman?

"I, I don't know, but since I met you." He Chi deliberately didn't finish, but looked at the manager affectionately.

The manager's eyes widened in disbelief:

"I...me?"

He Chi nodded.

"Why...I'm fierce, and I...I didn't...but..." The manager lost his ability to control his language, and tried to express something, but ended in failure. This was very different from him at work.

"Hey, hey, don't be nervous, I didn't ask you anything, it's just that, you know, I feel differently about you." He Chi comforted him, rubbed his hair, and smoothed the neat hair. messy.

"But you were humiliating me just now!" the manager yelled aggrievedly.

"I didn't...I just! Well, I really didn't, I'm a little unhappy that you're in a room with a strange man and it's intimate..."

"Not intimate!" interrupted the manager.

"I thought it was intimate, and then I became a little jealous. After all, I am the one who has been in the same room with you recently. I don't like you being alone with others where I can't see them."

The manager blushed, and he turned his eyes away: "You... are you a pervert?"

He Chi burst out laughing:

"You said yes."

He Chi also sat down, sitting next to the manager:

"Sister Elina said you have migraines?"

"Hmm... I started to have problems when I was in college."

"Does it hurt now?"

“Every time I cry there’s a little…”

He Chi tentatively pinched the manager's nose:

"You little crybag."

The manager pushed him so hard that He Chi was almost pushed down by him. He teased:

"What? You want to push me down?"

"I'm not a pervert!"

He Chi quarreled with him for a while, or unilaterally quarreled with him, messing up his clothes, the manager protested displeasedly:

"Clothes! The clothes are wrinkled!"

He Chi stopped his fussy hands: "I'll get you a pill, can you take a peaceful nap after taking it?"

The manager nodded obediently.

He Chi brought warm water, and he said, "Open your mouth"

The manager opened his mouth honestly, and He Chi put the pill into his mouth, and his fingers accidentally touched his red tongue, and he was about to lose control, but seeing the manager's obedient appearance, he couldn't bear to make a move, so he had to resign himself to his fate. He drank to sleep and pulled the quilt for him.

"Good afternoon" He Chi said softly.

The manager pulled the quilt over his head, and He Chi smiled dotingly. At the last moment when he closed the door, he heard two vague words from inside the quilt:

good afternoon.