Chapter 20

If there is any word that can describe Roger's mood at this moment, it is explosion, a very strong explosion. Roger can even hear the sound of his face cracking on the spot.

The two people in the private room turned their heads at the same time and were stunned for a moment.

He Songgao's expression was very calm, and he only trembled his eyebrows slightly. According to Roger's experience, he was just a little surprised.

The other man was different. He seemed to be caught in bed and was stunned.

Roger kept a strange posture stiffly, neither moving nor staying still.

He Songgao pushed the man very lightly, and the man reacted and jumped off He Songgao's thigh in a panic.

"Where are the documents?" He Songgao looked at Roger calmly as if nothing had happened, urging him to finish the work and go back quickly.

Roger moved his stiff hands. At this moment, his mind was already in a trance, and his mind was full of the scene of He Songgao kissing the man just now. He didn't know how he handed the documents to He Songgao, nor did he know how he took out the pen from his trouser pocket when he heard He Songgao ask "Where is the pen?" He only knew that when he handed the pen to He Songgao, he quickly took his hand back as if there was a virus in He Songgao's hand. He Songgao did not react at all. He just lowered his head, opened the document, uncapped the pen, signed, then put the cap back on, hung it on the document bag, and handed it to Roger.

"Okay."

He Songgao looked at him. There was no embarrassment of having his secret exposed on his icy face. He was on a date and should be enjoying his private space at the moment.

He used his eyes to tell Roger to leave.

Roger glanced at the man from the corner of his eye. He swallowed and said, "Thank you, I'm leaving."

He turned and left.

Because he was nervous, he didn't even realize that his hands and feet were moving at the same time.

After leaving the cloud and space, Roger was in a daze at the door with a file bag in his hand. The sound of the guqin inside was replaced by the pipa, ding-dong-dong, playing faster and faster, just like Roger's mood at the moment.

No way, did he see something extraordinary? He Songgao was kissing a man? Is it some kind of Cosplay, or is he doing some strange deal? Could He Songgao have gone to Thailand and had a sex change? (Kaihua has a factory in Thailand, and they just came back from a business trip there not long ago). No, no, no, none of these can explain why He Songgao would hug a man. The man was good-looking, with red lips and white teeth, and he looked like a frightened little panda when he looked at Luo Jie.

But no matter how good-looking he is, he is still a man.

Luo Jie frowned, his stomach churning.

Disgusted.

Could He Songgao be gay?

The driver, Lao Chen, honked at the door: "Secretary Luo? Are you okay?"

"Oh, okay, okay." Luo Jie woke up as if from a dream, opened the car door and got in.

The road back to the company was very congested. Someone behind us kept honking the horn. Luo Jie was annoyed and leaned out to shout, "Stop honking. The road ahead is blocked!"

Not only did the horn not stop, but it became even more vigorous.

Lao Chen opened the window and smoked. He smiled and said, "Secretary Luo, you are in a bad mood today."

"Hehe." Luo Jie laughed with a creepy momentum.

Lao Chen didn't dare to provoke him again. He simply opened the car door and went down to check the situation.

It seemed that there was a car accident ahead. The whole street was blocked. It was very stuffy sitting in the car in the middle of summer. Luo Jie rolled down the windows on both sides and stared at the street lights outside the window.

How long has He Songgao been in this condition?

No, is this congenital or acquired? Is he just showing symptoms or is he terminally ill? Why didn't he know anything about it?

Has he always been dating men? How come he didn't know about it before? He Songgao never mentioned it.

Has he been dating men since then?

Thinking of this, Roger's face turned pale.

How despicable! How could there be such a despicable person! If he is gay, he is still good friends with straight men and takes advantage of straight men. Is this what a human being should do? ! Roger still remembers that he has been naked in front of He Songgao more than once, and his front and back have been seen. Oh my God, he won't do anything weird while he is asleep, will he?

Roger's face turned green under the street light and was extremely distorted.

So scary, so scary!

At this time, the phone rang. It was the sales director. As soon as Luo Jie picked up the phone, he said, "There was a car accident. I'm stuck in traffic."

The sales director said anxiously, "How long will it take? It's urgent here too."

Luo Jie's tone was not very good, "There's nothing I can do about the traffic jam here. I'll hurry up and go down to have a look."

There was no point in going down. The car accident ahead was not urgent, so why should you be anxious?

The sales director hesitated to speak, and finally comforted Luo Jie a few words and hung up the phone.

Twenty minutes later, the traffic was finally clear.

Luo Jie asked Lao Chen to increase the horsepower and drive back to the company. The sales director was waiting at the door of the building. When he saw Luo Jie's car, he waved on the steps: "Secretary Luo, you have worked hard!"

He shook hands with Luo Jie. Luo Jie's face was pale and weak. He handed the document to the sales director and left: "Remember to sign for it later."

Nothing else, he also left work.

Witnessing He Songgao hooking up with a strange man brought a great psychological shock to Luo Jie, causing him to almost miss his stop when he took the subway back. No, if this matter is not clear, it will always be like a stone pressing on his heart, so uncomfortable.

After struggling for a long time, he finally sent a WeChat message to He Songgao, asking him, "Are you gay?"

He Songgao ignored him and didn't reply the whole night. It seemed that he saw it but ignored it.

When Luo Jie thought that He Songgao might take that man home and do this and that, he felt terrible. He lay on the bed, covering his butt, feeling a strong fear.

How can men do that with each other? Which parts do they use and what methods do they use?

Oh my god, I can't think too much about this, otherwise he will be scared to death.

Why is there such a ridiculous thing in the world?

I don't know how I fell asleep. When Luo Jie woke up, it was exactly 7:30 in the morning, which was also the time he usually got up.

There was no message on the phone, and He Songgao still didn't reply to him.

Yes, this is someone else's private matter. Why should I explain it to you?

Luo Jie went to work with his groggy mind.

It was exactly 8:30 when he arrived at the company. Two assistants came. One was making coffee in the tea room, and the other was watering the plants. Luo Jie greeted them listlessly: "Good morning, have you all eaten?"

"Yes, Secretary Luo, would you like some coffee? I'll try the beans you bought a few days ago, hehe."

"No, you guys drink it."

Luo Jie was in no mood, and he went to the president's office listlessly to start his day's work.

He Songgao did not show up until the afternoon, wearing a light gray long-sleeved shirt and black cotton-linen suit pants, with the sleeves of the shirt rolled up and hanging loosely on his elbows.

Luo Jie and two assistants stood up and greeted in unison: "Good afternoon, President He."

President He nodded almost imperceptibly and rushed into the office.

Lulu whispered: "So handsome, so handsome that I doubt my life."

Luo Jie looked pale and stared at the closed door of the president's office.

There was a video conference in the afternoon. Luo Jie checked He Songgao's computer in advance, went online, entered the network conference room, and tested the headphones and microphone. After doing all this, he logged into his account and prepared to take notes of the meeting.

The meeting lasted for an hour and a half, and there were some arguments in the middle. The expatriate colleagues had some differences on the marketing methods for overseas markets and almost quarreled. He Songgao listened to their debate without saying a word. This is his style. He fully understands the opinions of all parties before speaking and then makes a summary.

Roger stared at He Songgao's face on the screen in a daze.

You can't tell a person's orientation from his appearance. He always thought that He Songgao was normal and liked sweet and soft women. Well, the president might like the career-oriented Sister Yu, who is fierce and powerful in the workplace. Or maybe he likes the sense of contrast. The kind of girl with a hot body and a devilish face might be his type.

But it can't be a man.

He Songgao is 1.9 meters tall, but he likes a man who is 1.8 meters tall. The two of them hugging each other look like two gorillas... How could he bear to do that?

All of this is understandable. After all, Roger is an open-minded person and has no prejudice against homosexuality - maybe he does, but as long as they are not his friends, he understands, respects and blesses them. But He Songgao, Roger is a little creepy. He and He Songgao used to be very good friends, but they just broke up peacefully later.

After the meeting, He Songgao wanted to drink coffee, and Roger made it and brought it to him.

The office is well air-conditioned, and He Songgao likes the air-conditioning temperature to be 21℃, which is a level that ordinary people would feel cold, but it is just right for him.

"Put it down." He Songgao said without raising his head while processing documents.

Roger put the coffee on He Songgao's right hand side. It was the newly bought domestic small-grain coffee beans, dark roasted and acid-free. He had tasted it and found it very flavorful.

"Anything else?"

Roger stood still, blocking He Songgao's sight. He raised his head and said.

Roger almost jumped up on the spot like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"Well, Mr. He." Roger counted on his fingers, with two forces pulling at each other in his heart.

"What?" He Songgao seemed to be thinking about something. He stopped dealing with the documents and just sat in the boss chair, looking at Roger with his hands crossed.

He Songgao is very comfortable in the workplace, and he looks down on everyone. Luo Jie wondered if he was looking at his father like this even when the chairman came. This look was particularly oppressive, and Luo Jie almost fainted on the spot. He tucked his tail between his legs and planned to slip away.

In the last second before turning around, Luo Jie's mind went blank for a moment, and then he heard himself say, "Mr. He, are you...that one?" "

Which one?" He Songgao stared at Luo Jie with interest, admiring his hesitant and embarrassed look.

"That, homosexual." Luo Jie looked at He Songgao cautiously, and his face flushed slightly because he over-controlled his breathing.

"What does it have to do with you?"

He Songgao's face sank, and he seemed to be somewhat resistant to this topic.

Roger choked, but under the strong sense of pressure, he still said the next words, because nervousness made him ignore the existence of the pressure.

"I, I care about you."

"Don't worry about it." He Songgao smiled sarcastically and ignored Roger's so-called concern, "This is not your job."

The implication is that work is work, life is life, and Roger only needs to worry about He Songgao's work, not his life.

"...Have you always been like this? Or did it just start recently?"

He Songgao was sitting and Roger was standing. Even though He Songgao was looking up at Roger, Roger still felt that he was as small as a small fish. The panoramic fish tank next to it was bought by Roger to help He Songgao adjust to his boring life as president. There were mountains and grass inside, and colorful pebbles on the bottom. Several tropical fish felt the anxious atmosphere and turned around restlessly in the fish tank.

"It has always been like this." He Songgao said after a long while.

Roger's face twisted and turned green, and the hairs on his back stood up one by one: "So, when we were still good friends, you too?"

"Yes."

With this answer, Roger had a logical imagination: "Then what do you think of me...?"

"What thoughts?"

"That's it," Roger's chest seemed to be pressed by a huge rock, and his mind kept flashing back to some things, such as him hugging He Songgao's neck intimately, pulling his ears, and climbing his arms - and when they were in the hotel, □□ swayed in front of him, walked out of the room naked, and soaked in a hot spring pool with him. And he pestered him to see his abdominal muscles, and even touched them twice. He still remembers the firm and smooth feel, as if a piece of soft gauze was spread on a big rock... No, no, if they were good friends, these would only prove that they were close, but the problem was that He Songgao was gay!

"You were secretly in love with me at that time?" Roger was about to cry.

He Songgao laughed, a real laugh, even if it was only for a short moment. The smile in his eyes had not completely faded, which made Roger go back to a year ago when their relationship was just right. He Songgao would sometimes laugh like this, but the laugh at that time was a happy laugh, and the laugh now was more like a mockery, mocking Roger for not knowing his own limitations and being too confident.

"You can think of it this way." He Songgao said.

"What, what do you mean?"

"If it satisfies your pathetic vanity."

Roger's face flushed instantly, as if someone had turned the temperature of the fish tank up to 100 degrees. "No, then no. Why are you saying such harsh words?"

He forgot He Songgao's identity as the president for a moment, mainly because any normal person would get angry if he was belittled!

He Songgao raised his arm calmly and said, "What is a nice word? Do you think I have a crush on you?"

Roger got goosebumps all over his body. He was now sure that He Songgao did not have a crush on him. Who would treat the object of their crush so badly!

"I'm going to be busy." Roger couldn't wait to leave and escape from this place that made him feel ashamed and embarrassed.

"You are just my secretary, do what you should do." He Songgao finally concluded, "Do you understand?"

"I understand." Roger said with his head down.