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He Chi woke up a bit late this morning, he won't admit that he lost sleep thinking about the manager's face last night.

The breakfast is very simple, just two eggs and a bag of milk - hot.

In the car, the manager ate the egg white as if nothing had happened, and put the yolk into a paper bag. He Chi saw in the rearview mirror that he was pretending to be innocent, and his teeth were itchy. Why is he so picky about eating.

"Have you finished eating?" He Chi asked calmly.

"It's over." The general manager took it for granted.

"Think about it again, have you really finished eating?"

"It's really over~" the manager explained patiently.

He Chi's right eye twitched, he flashed twice, and with a touch of the steering wheel, he slid to the curb and stopped.

He leaned heavily on the sofa pillow of the manager's seat with his elbows, their faces were very close, and their breaths were distinct.

"Think again, are you really done eating?" He Chi threatened word by word.

The manager hid back in fear, curled his lips aggrievedly: "What are you doing!"

"You don't eat egg yolk every time." He Chi softened.

"It's fishy, ​​it's not tasty." The manager argued hard.

"But it's nutritious. Look at your thin arms and legs, how thin you are. I heard Elina said that you sometimes have stomach pains. Is it because you don't eat breakfast, huh?"

The corner of the manager's mouth was raised, and there was something else in the words:

"You have such a good relationship with him. He tells you everything."

He Chi tried his best to restrain his urge to hit someone, telling himself, this is the manager, he can't hit someone, he will cry.

"You don't care if I have a good relationship with him or not, you eat the egg yolk right now, hurry up." He Chi held back his anger.

The manager blinked, took advantage of his unpreparedness, quickly turned around and threw the egg into the trash can by the roadside, then looked back at He Chi carefully, the pride in his eyes was overflowing, but he didn't dare to show it too much, pretending He lowered his head in fear.

"Okay, very good." He Chi laughed angrily: "If you don't eat tomorrow morning, you will bear the consequences yourself. You know exactly what the consequences I am talking about."

The manager is confident: "I work out every week, you may not be able to beat me."

"I'm not hitting you, but you will beg for mercy." He Chi scratched the manager's nose.

The manager dared not speak out, and muttered in a low voice, "It's not that I said no..."

He Chi glanced at him, but didn't answer.

Before getting out of the car, the manager suddenly said solemnly: "During working hours, you must remember your identity."

He Chi was taken aback, and the manager added: "There is no way to go beyond in the company."

He Chi pursed his lips and did not speak, and it took him a long time to say "OK", but his face was quite scary.

There wasn't a lot of work in the morning, so the manager sneaked in to read the report made by the newcomer. He found that He Chi's document skills were quite strong. The manager took a look at He Chi without any hesitation. this look.

During the lunch break, He Chi proposed to go out to eat, but the manager seldom did so, so he couldn't help but hesitate a bit.

"Occasionally communicating with employees is also for the tacit understanding of work, right, manager." The word "manager" is particularly clear, and the manager looks away unnaturally.

The last one I went to was the lonuestro, which was He Chi's favorite restaurant, and the dishes always suited his taste.

The table on the table was full of good dishes, and He Chi's own mother stared at the manager to finish eating all the meat, and no one was allowed to be left.

Then the manager put down the fork and quit: "I can't eat."

He Chi moved his chair a little, and got very close to the manager. He picked up a fork, forked a piece of steak, and coaxed:

"what--"

The manager quickly looked around and said with disgust:

"What are you doing? Don't do this, it's disgusting."

He Chi wanted to throw the plate, but he reached out and pinched the manager's jaw, the manager was forced to open his mouth, and He Chi stuffed the steak straight into it.

"You don't have to drink a toast." He Chi looked at his results with satisfaction.

"Are you a nanny or an assistant, why do you have to stare at me for dinner?"

It's easy to get fat.

He Chi didn't want to get entangled in this issue, so he asked instead:

"Where do you want to go on a date?"

The manager didn't realize it at first, but later he remembered the agreement with He Chi.That little face was secretly red.

"Gym?" the manager asked tentatively.

He Chi is about to spit out a mouthful of old blood, what's wrong with this, going to the gym for a date, He Chi really wants to poke his little head to see what's inside, maybe it's just documents.

"Is there any place you've always wanted to go but haven't been?" He Chi enticed.

"I... want to ride the Ferris wheel."

He Chi nodded in satisfaction, very romantic and cute, [-]%.

"Then let's go to the carnival, shall we? Tomorrow is Saturday."

"Okay." The manager nodded shyly.

"You're so good." He Chi took the manager's hand under the table and shook it gently.

That strength is extremely ambiguous.

When paying the bill, He Chi suddenly thought of a problem. He had just returned to China not long ago, and he was not used to using electronic payment, but taking out his bank card was too conspicuous. After all, his wallet did not match his identity.It was at a loss, but the manager noticed He Chi's stalemate. He snapped his fingers and asked the waiter to pay the bill. He Chi estimated that it would be one or two thousand.

He Chi looked at him, he felt a little embarrassed:

"You just came out to work, so this is mine." Afraid of hurting He Chi's self-esteem, he hurriedly added, pretending not to care:

"But you have to invite me on a date."

He Chi really wanted to hold his little face and give him a bite.