Lovers suffer from depression [Quick Transmigration]

Because he suffers from red face phobia, except for his relatives, he has basically never looked at strangers, and of course it is impossible to like anyone.

But Wen Ran is different, Wen Ran treats him tenderly and considerately, helps him everywhere, that's why he likes Wen Ran.

But to Wen Ran, is he the same as others?

Facing his long-awaited and turbulent first love, he wanted to give up, but he couldn't bear it.

He took off the mask and subconsciously rubbed against the dent with his cheeks, his cheeks were instantly hot as if they were about to burn.

The next day, when he went to work, he didn't realize that he had gone the wrong way until he reached Wen Ran's office.

He was about to turn back, but he heard Wen Ran calling him: "Mian Dong."

He summoned up his courage, raised his head desperately, his gaze avoided for a while, and finally met Wen Ran's gaze.

This is the second time he has seen Wen Ran's face, and this is the first time he has looked at Wen Ran.

He knew that his face was blushing a long time ago, but he didn't allow himself to lower his head, he even took off his mask in front of Wen Ran.

Wen Ran didn't know that he suffered from red face phobia, but Wen Ran probably knew that he blushed easily, what would Wen Ran think when facing him like this?

No matter what, he wanted to take a good look at Wen Ran, and he also wanted Wen Ran to take a good look at him.

When Meng Miandong met his gaze, Wen Ran was already surprised enough; when Meng Miandong took off his mask, he was so surprised that he couldn't hide it.

He just stared at Meng Miandong, and Meng Miandong was also staring at him.

Meng Miandong clenched his fists too tightly, and the blood vessels on the back of his hands protruded, making people afraid that they might burst.

He wanted Meng Miandong to let go of his hand, but he knew it was a way for Meng Miandong to relieve tension.

But Meng Miandong was obviously very nervous, why didn't he lower his head like before?

Meng Miandong read the astonishment in Wen Ran's eyes, and immediately sank down. He didn't expose Wen Ran's gentleness, but Wen Ran actually thought he was a weirdo, right?

Yes, he is a weirdo.

Otherwise, why can't even do the most ordinary interpersonal communication well?

He has never had any friends. Although his parents and sister are very kind to him, he is very strange to them.

He didn't have the courage to confess to Wen Ran, let alone pursue Wen Ran.

He opened his mouth, and finally said only one sentence: "Wen Ran, good morning."

He heard Wen Ran reply him: "Miandong, good morning."

Wen Ran's voice is very gentle, and Wen Ran's eyes are also very gentle, so gentle that he wants to talk to Wen Ran again: "Did you drink instant coffee yesterday and can't sleep?"

He saw Wen Ran shaking his head and said: "No, I slept well, thank you for your concern."

Sure enough, Wen Ran's gentleness contained alienation, if Wen Ran also had a crush on him, wouldn't he talk to him in such a polite tone?

He couldn't hold on any longer, and left a sentence: "I'm going to work." Then he fled in despair.

From the beginning to the end, the surprise in Wen Ran's eyes did not fade away.

Shouldn't he be overwhelmed?Better to give up.

He returned to the editorial department, and his job was to help other people in the editorial department while reading comics.

He has been employed for more than a week, but apart from work matters, he has not taken the initiative to talk to anyone, and he does not even know what everyone in the editorial department looks like. He has only seen everyone a few times. People are identified by their shoes, clothing, where they sit, and the sound of their footsteps.

He's a horrible person, totally incapable of being an adult out of society.

On the third day, he did not go wrong again, but after he sat down on his seat, Wen Ran came in and said to him: "Mian Dong, good morning."

He replied anxiously: "Wen Ran, good morning."

Just when he thought that Wen Ran came here specially to say good morning to him, Wen Ran walked towards the editor-in-chief.

It turned out that Wen Ran was here to talk about things, and he was acting passionate.

On the fourth day, Wen Ran also came to say good morning to him, and after saying good morning, he went to the editor-in-chief again.

The fifth day, the sixth day, the seventh day, the eighth day, it was always like this.

On the ninth day, Wen Ran did not show up.

He couldn't help worrying that something happened to Wen Ran, but when he went to the cafeteria for lunch, he saw Wen Ran.

Opposite Wen Ran sat Bai Xiao, deputy editor-in-chief of "Manga·Kite".

It was the first time he saw Bai Xiao's face clearly, it was a pretty face, but not aggressive, it seemed to match Wen Ran very well.

Since "Manga·Kite" is a monthly magazine, and it was released in the first ten days of the month, from the middle of the month, the entire editorial department was so busy that they almost had to work overtime until midnight before leaving.

In the second half of the year, many people even slept directly in the office.

Meng Miandong could actually get home from get off work on time, but he still suppressed his desire to leave this space filled with strangers as soon as possible, and stayed to help.

He is familiar with comics, so besides very professional work, he can help with other jobs.

Finally, five days before the end of the month, the new issue of "Manga·Kite" was proofread and sent to the printing factory.

Everyone went back, only Meng Miandong was left.

He sat in his seat, reminiscing about the process of making "Manga·Kite", and he felt like he had accomplished a feat, obviously what he did was only piecemeal work.

But rather than producing "Manga Kite", what he wants to do more is to serialize "Manga Kite".

As he thought about it, he became a little dazed, and his mind was full of pictures of himself successfully serializing, publishing a booklet, and gaining everyone's approval.

Suddenly, a burst of footsteps rushed into his ears.

He recognized the footsteps, it was Wen Ran!

He turned his head slowly and looked around, and it really was Wen Ran.

Except for saying good morning to each other most of the time, he hasn't spoken to Wen Ran for a long time.

Before Wen Ran walked in front of him, the smell of alcohol had already faintly passed over.

When Wen Ran walked in front of him, he was choked by the smell of alcohol and coughed.

He raised his head, looked at Wen Ran and asked, "Have you been drinking?"

Wen Ran nodded: "Yes, I drank."

He drank for work, drank a lot, and was a little drunk.

For more than ten days, because Meng Miandong was busy late every day, he didn't come to disturb Meng Miandong, but every time he passed by the editorial office, he would take a look at Meng Miandong.

He drank wine today and heard that "Manga·Kite" had been sent to be printed, so he couldn't help it.

As soon as he walked into the office, he didn't expect that Meng Miandong was the only one in the office, and Meng Miandong was not wearing a mask yet, looking at him innocently, and asked him if he had been drinking.

It's almost tempting him to do something bad.

As he thought so, his right hand did not receive the instructions from the brain, but it was already covering Meng Miandong's face.

Meng Miandong was stunned at first, then nervous, and finally secretly sweet.

He didn't know why Wen Ran wanted to cover his face with his hands. Before that, Wen Ran had never taken the initiative to have physical contact with him.

Is it because Wen Ran was drunk?

He couldn't help wondering whether Wen Ran recognized him, so he asked, "Who am I?"

Wen Ran said with a smile: "You are my Miandong."

Meng Miandong felt her heart beating violently, my term Miandong was too intimate.

He boldly asked again: "Why do you say that I am your sleeper?"

The palm of Wen Ran's right hand was scalded by Meng Miandong's face, almost scalding a piece of skin.

Feeling the scorching heat, his brain was muddled by the alcohol, he rubbed his fingertips against Meng Miandong's lips slightly, and asked without answering, "Can I kiss you?"