episode 83
A biting wind blows, and after a light snowfall, another year is about to begin.
After YunTu finishes its annual meeting, it will be New Year's Day, and there will be a three-day holiday.
According to YunTu's tradition, employees are allowed to leave work two hours early on New Year's Eve.
So when everyone comes to work in the morning, they put on a show, dressed smartly, and sit at their desks meticulously. But as soon as the afternoon arrives, the employees completely let loose, like children on summer or winter vacation. They lose interest in their work, chatting, shopping, eating sunflower seeds, making restaurant reservations... they do all sorts of things.
Fortunately, Mo Shilin, as a young CEO, didn't care much about these things, and the leaders below followed suit, turning a blind eye to it.
The entire Yuntu Building was already immersed in the New Year's Day atmosphere, except for the president's office, which was extremely quiet, with even the slightest rustling sound clearly audible.
Mo Shilin, dressed in a suit and tie, sat at his desk, his face turned to the computer as he worked on the remaining year-end tasks. One of his hands reached under the desk and gently stroked the top of a person's head.
His cold face remained expressionless until, after what seemed like an eternity, a hint of suppressed emotion flashed across it.
He closed his eyes, exhaled, and then pulled the person into his arms.
He Xun's almond-shaped eyes were already filled with tears, making him look pitiful and lost in thought, which made him seem even easier to bully.
Mo Shilin reached out and meaningfully parted He Xun's lips, hooking his fingertip around the two small tiger teeth that could be a little too hot at times. "Your teeth are really sharp."
He Xun's eyelashes trembled, and he swallowed unconsciously.
Mo Shilin's eyes suddenly darkened. He leaned close to He Xun's ear and praised him in a low, husky voice, "Baby, you're so good. You ate it all up."
The moment He Xun realized what he had done, his face flushed instantly, and his whole body started to burn. He looked even redder than a boiled shrimp.
He gritted his teeth, somewhat angrily shoved the man, and urged in a hoarse voice, "Give me the thing!"
Mo Shilin chuckled, deftly took out the oval-shaped object and tossed it aside, then pressed He Xun down on the desk without saying a word and leaned in to kiss him.
After a while, he got up and began to admire He Xun's current appearance.
He Xun's suit jacket had long been removed, leaving him in only a loose white shirt. His exposed skin was very white, forming a stark contrast with the hard, dark gray desk. His legs also appeared longer than usual.
Mo Shilin scrutinized him inch by inch, his eyes burning with intensity.
That's right.
He had long felt that someone like He Xun shouldn't be hiding at home; he should dress properly and come out to bewitch everyone—of course, by "everyone" he specifically meant He Xun himself.
Others won't do.
"What are you thinking about?" Seeing that the man remained silent for a long time, He Xun lazily climbed onto his shoulder like a cat.
Mo Shilin snapped out of his reverie, wrapped his arm around He Xun's wrist, and chuckled softly, "Thinking about how happy I am."
He Xun's heart stirred, and an indescribable feeling instantly filled his heart.
Even though he was exhausted, he couldn't help but press himself against her again.
Soon, the entire office was filled with ambiguous breathing and soft moans.
——
When the clouds cleared and the rain stopped again, it was already 7 p.m.
He Xun's suit was ruined, but fortunately, Mo Shilin's lounge always had a change of clothes, so he simply picked out a casual outfit to wear.
After getting dressed, he grabbed his phone and was about to leave when Mo Shilin clicked his tongue and pulled him back, saying coldly and displeasedly, "You think you can go out dressed like this?"
As she spoke, she reached out and draped the cashmere coat that had been custom-made for him over his shoulders, and then wrapped a scarf around his neck.
The scarf's fabric is soft, like a ball of cotton against your neck.
He Xun's slender fingers curved slightly as he touched it, then he took Mo Shilin's arm and smiled, almost like he was being coquettish: "Isn't it because you're here to help me get dressed?"
The two lingered for a while before walking out of the building side by side.
As night falls, the lights shine brightly, and the thin layer of snow on the ground reflects a golden light.
The car had already been driven over, and He Xun naturally sat in the passenger seat.
Today is New Year's Eve. I had already made plans with Song Liuguang, Su Yaojia, and Yan Bitong to celebrate the New Year together.
While sending messages in their small group chat, He Xun told Mo Shilin, "Let's go to the supermarket first, I'll buy some food."
Mo Shilin remained noncommittal, reached out and pinched his cheek before driving the car toward the nearest supermarket.
The crowd was quite large tonight, with a cacophony of voices and honking horns. Even in this fast-paced, cool city, the atmosphere was lively and noisy.
With the attitude of welcoming the New Year soon, as soon as He Xun entered the supermarket, he bought a bunch of things like a squirrel hoarding New Year's goods: steak, frozen dumplings, frozen glutinous rice balls, ramen, hand-held pizza, sausage, pork belly, cream, chiffon cake, egg tart shells... and so on, whether he needed them or not, he bought one of each.
When the last two people came out of the supermarket, they were each carrying four or five bulging bags, which attracted the attention of passersby.
He Xun, unusually shameless, proudly tilted his head back and nodded to Mo Shilin beside him, "Let's go!"
Mo Shilin scoffed, "Yes, sir."
*
The New Year's Eve celebration was held at Song Liuguang's new house.
Su Yaojia, using the name of a beautiful woman, came to bring good luck to her new house. As soon as she entered, she shouted that she would give her house a major renovation.
She first blew up a dozen balloons and stuck them on the living room wall, then bought a confetti canister, turned on the stereo, and started scattering colorful balloons wildly throughout the living room.
Song Liu sat on the carpet with his legs crossed, looking helplessly at the female hooligan who was running rampant in his house, and muttered, "The village brats are bullying me because I'm old and weak."
The newspaper's editor-in-chief, Yan Bitong, was fiddling with the projector, playing a classic foreign Lunar New Year film—Home Alone.
Song Liuguang, as usual, looked at the trendy kids on the screen and started acting like a jerk again: "It's not Christmas."
Without a second thought, Yan Bitong flicked him on the forehead and gave him the middle finger: "Is it any of your business? I love watching this!"
Yan Bitong's blows were even stronger than Su Yaojia's, causing Song Liuguang to howl in pain. He couldn't help but waile, "God, whose house is this?!"
He Xun, on the other hand, took the initiative to help Mo Shilin, the only good man present who could cook, in the kitchen.
President Mo cooked as efficiently as he did his job; in less than two hours, a lavish feast was served by He Xun.
Amidst the surprised exclamations of the group, He Xun deftly moved the coffee table to the window and then placed the dishes on it.
The group chatted noisily while enjoying the night view, waiting for the New Year to begin at midnight.
Yan Bitong opened a can of beer and clinked glasses with He Xun in a very cool way: "Senior, I watched your show. The premiere was great. I can finally call you Brother He again!"
He Xun smiled and tilted his head back to take a big gulp of alcohol. "Thanks, buddy."
Mo Shilin didn't speak, but just smiled faintly and picked up a tissue to wipe the wine that had spilled from the corner of his mouth.
The group ate and chatted for some time when Su Yaojia suddenly shouted out the window, "Look! Someone's secretly setting off fireworks! They're so bold!"
Fireworks are a rare sight in cities these days.
Upon hearing this, He Xun quickly put down his chopsticks and grabbed Mo Shilin's arm, gesturing for him to watch together.
After several loud "bangs," bright lines pierced the darkness, and more than a dozen fireworks suddenly shot into the night sky, quickly exploding into large flowers of various colors, then rippling in the air like water until they disappeared.
Fleeting, yet magnificent.
Multicolored halos shone through the glass, making He Xun's almond-shaped eyes even brighter, as if rainbows were swirling inside, or like crystal-clear glass balls.
Mo Shilin's eyes welled up with emotion. He reached out and pulled He Xun into his arms, then lowered his head to kiss his hair. "Happy New Year."
He Xun subconsciously turned his head, and the projection on the wall was playing a comical scene of the protagonist, a little devil, outsmarting a bumbling thief.
He smiled, his little tiger teeth flashing playfully as he met Mo Shilin's dark, burning eyes. "Happy New Year."
Then, he said very seriously, word by word, "Mo Shilin, thank you for coming into my world."
Mo Shilin swallowed hard and said in a low voice, "It's my honor."
As soon as he finished speaking, the clock struck midnight in the city.
Amidst cheers and jubilation, He Xun snuggled into Mo Shilin's arms and whispered clearly, "I want to meet you again in my next life."
"Okay." Mo Shilin kissed the hand with the wedding ring on his hand and chuckled softly, "Then we'll be together for many lifetimes."
Day and night alternate, and the stars shift and the seasons change.
I will always be with you, through countless lifetimes.
—The End—
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