Chapter 12

Roger lives in a single apartment not far from the company. He needs to swipe his card to enter and exit. Alvis and the driver carried Roger from the apartment gate to the door of his house. Roger's consciousness had faded and he couldn't even hold his head up.

After finally entering the door, Roger said in a strong voice: "I want to vomit, let me vomit."

Alvis looked disgusted, and the driver said sympathetically: "Please help me take him to the toilet, and I will take care of the rest."

The driver and Roger were in the toilet, and the door was closed.

Alvis listened to the heartbreaking vomiting sound inside, and his expression was very ugly.

After Roger finished vomiting, Alvis held his breath and went in to help the driver to help him out, and then laid him on the bed in the bedroom.

The driver put Roger on his side and said, "This will prevent him from vomiting in his sleep. If the vomit blocks his throat, he may suffocate."

Roger groaned on the bed and stopped moving after a while.

He fell asleep.

"Let's go." Alvis said.

When he went to work the next day, Roger was in good spirits and didn't look hungover.

As soon as he sat down, he complained to Alvis, "You sent me home and didn't even sleep with me. What if I vomit and choke myself to death?"

"You're alive and well." Alvis thought of Roger's sticky drunken look last night, and his expression was not good.

"You are too uncaring to your friends."

Alvis hesitated.

"Why?" Roger said with a sour face, "Do you want to say that I'm not your friend?"

Alvis didn't want to pay attention to him again.

Recently, the chairman is coming to inspect the branch. The administrative department is very strict about hygiene. There must not be any mistakes. Even the plants in the corner that have not been watered for 800 years have people checking them every day.

"Why would the chairman come to the branch if he has nothing to do? He is so busy, he must be busy with many things." Roger sighed during dinner.

"Why do you worry about this? Just do your job well." Alvis said.

"Is it okay to care about the chairman?" Roger accidentally ate a chili pepper and grimaced because of the spiciness.

"Do you know what the chairman looks like?" Alvis looked at Roger's frowning face looking for water, worried that he would mistake the person who is least likely to be the chairman as the chairman in a group of people.

"I know," Roger swallowed a mouthful of ice water and said, "The bald one. But you know what, you are worthy of being an entrepreneur. You look so elegant even when you are bald. You can tell at a glance that you are very successful."

Alvis: "..."

"I heard that the gene for baldness is hereditary. It seems that the chairman has several children. What if they inherit their father's baldness in the future?" Roger said regretfully, "But since you have money, these are not a problem. You can have hair transplants in the future. Hair transplant technology is very mature now, and it won't look like a wig at all."

"Haha," Alvis gave that classic paralyzed smile again, that is, a smile without a smile, "This is not your concern."

"Yeah, I have to worry about my work. Have you finished eating? If you have finished eating, leave quickly and work overtime." Roger picked up the plate and said.

It was almost autumn when Alvis took Roger on a business trip to Hohhot.

They were looking for a steel with a special composition, which was currently only produced by a small factory in Hohhot. The customer needed a piston rod made of this material, saying that their own laboratory research had proved that the piston rod with this composition had a longer service life than ordinary materials.

Roger booked a hotel near the factory, but before he even went in, Alvis said he wanted to change to another one because the environment here was too bad.

Roger didn't want to go through the trouble anymore. He was exhausted after just getting off the plane. It was just a one-night stand. Couldn't he just make do with it?

"No." Alvis said.

"Then order it yourself." Roger was a little angry and stood there staring at Alvis.

Alvis made a phone call under Roger's gaze. The person on the other end answered and said, "Book a room, five-star or above, immediately." The person

on the other end said something, and Alvis said, "That's right."

After he hung up the phone, Roger couldn't help but say, "We all have reimbursement quotas for business trips, and the company won't reimburse for five-star hotels."

"I'll pay for it myself."

Well, then it's a waste not to stay.

The person Alvis told should have booked it. Roger saw Alvis glance at his phone and started to call a car. After getting in the car, he was still wondering who the mysterious "assistant" was. Then Freya sent him a WeChat message: "The boss asked me to book a room. Didn't you book it before you left?"

It was her. Who else did he think it was. Roger complained: "He doesn't want to stay here because it's too bad. He's so squeamish."

Freya said: "He has a mysophobia."

"Five-star hotels aren't very clean either. Some people still boil their underwear in kettles."

Freya: "Haha."

Roger stopped talking when she said that.

He suspected that Alvis was the reincarnation of the Princess and the Pea, who could detect a bean under the mattress even after sleeping on 18 mattresses.

Really, he has grown so much muscle for nothing.

When they arrived at the front desk, they found that Fairy had booked a standard room. Alvis's face turned pale: "Change to two large beds."

The front desk apologized and said: "There are no more. We are receiving a tour group today. The room you booked is the last one today."

Alvis turned around and left. Roger held him and said with a nasty face: "Still looking for it? It's already twelve o'clock now. I don't want to accompany you until one o'clock in the morning."

"I'm used to living alone." Alvis emphasized "alone".

"Don't worry, I don't grind my teeth or snore when I sleep. I have no sense of existence at all."

"I hate sleeping with others, even if it's two beds."

"Then go by yourself, I'll stay here."

Roger was already angry, his face was drooping, and he was faintly angry.

The two of them were in a stalemate, and finally Alvis seemed to feel that he had gone too far, so he took a step back and said, "Okay." He told the front desk, "If anyone wants to check out early, call me."

"Okay, sir."

After checking in, Roger walked ahead with his suitcase, ignoring Alvis.

Alvis ignored Roger, too. The two entered the room in silence. Roger washed himself without caring about anything, and then fell asleep on the bed.

Halfway through his sleep, he suddenly felt the urge to pee, so he went to the bathroom in a daze. Alvis had just come out of the shower, naked. Both of them were silent for a while. Alvis pulled the towel from the shelf and wrapped it around his waist, saying angrily, "What are you doing?!"

Roger yawned calmly. He didn't understand why Alvis was angry. If it was him, he would be eager to show off his body in front of his friends. How manly.

"I'm going to the bathroom. I have to pee." He was about to take off his pants.

Alvis made a face and walked out of the bathroom quickly.

We are all men, why are we shy? Roger stared at his penis and thought to himself, "You are such a loser, brother. Learn from him. He looks so majestic when he is asleep. I can't imagine what he looks like when he is awake."

After peeing, Roger returned to bed. Alvis had already put on his clothes, a set of dark silk pajamas. The silk was very smooth and stuck to his skin. The outline of Alvis' muscles could be clearly seen.

Roger commented, "You have a great figure. How did you train?"

Alvis ignored him.

"We are all men, why are you shy? You won't lose any meat if you look at it twice." Roger recalled the "scenery" he had just seen, and felt envious and jealous in his heart, "Whoever is your girlfriend will be so lucky."

"If you have nothing else to do, go to bed quickly." Alvis said impatiently.

"Your abdominal muscles are really beautiful, just like the naked male models in oil paintings. If you put some oil on them, they will look even more like them." Roger said, smacking his lips.

Alvis' face turned completely black, and he kept a straight face and didn't say anything.

"Why don't you lie down? You won't be tired from walking around." Roger really wanted to exchange fitness tips with him, "How can I have a body like yours? Your thighs are so strong, mine are too thin." He lifted up his trouser legs. To be fair, his legs were not bad, long, straight, and white, but they were hairless. Men need more hair to be manly. I wonder what kind of product can grow hair.

Alvis stared at his legs, sneered, and said, "Next life."

Roger raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "Don't look down on me. I just don't train. If I really train, I'm no worse than you."

"Haha."

Roger lifted his clothes again to study his abdominal muscles. There are some, but not many, just one or two. He took a deep breath and finally saw the outline of his abdominal muscles. It was uncomfortable to hold up his clothes all the time, so Roger simply took off his pajamas, "Look at me - why did you turn off the lights!"

Alvis's unpleasant voice came from the darkness: "Go to bed quickly, get up at six tomorrow."

"Okay."

Roger put on his clothes in the dark, thinking that it would be the same if he looked at it again tomorrow.

Roger got up at six o'clock and stayed in bed for ten minutes. He heard Alvis brushing his teeth and washing his face in the bathroom, and heard the sound of shaving and snorting. Finally, he even took a shower. When the noise was almost over, he slowly got up.

The two met at the bathroom door.

Roger's hair was messy from sleep, and he said incoherently, "Morning."

Alvis' hair was still wet, so he nodded and went out to blow dry his hair.

He was too sleepy. Roger was a person who would be listless if he didn't get enough sleep. He first stared at the mirror for a while, and then began to slowly unpack his toothbrush, squeeze toothpaste, and brush his teeth. Everything was like a slow-motion movie. It seemed that he didn't go to bed until after one o'clock last night. Roger was groggy and actually began to doze off while brushing his teeth.

After an unknown amount of time, Roger suddenly woke up, with the toothpaste foam mixed with saliva dripping down his mouth. He subconsciously sucked and almost swallowed them all. How disgusting, Roger thought belatedly, and then he vomited. He was

completely sober now.

He stared and saw from the mirror that Alvis was standing at the door and looking at him quietly.

"Ahem." He was startled and spit out all the dirty stuff with a sound of "Pah", then turned back and stared at Alvis, "What are you doing? You scared me to death!"

He stood there like a ghost.

There was no expression on Alvis' face, and he said in a cold voice: "Hurry up, we're going to be late."

"Got it!" Roger said, turning on the tap and starting to rinse his mouth.