Chapter 21

After leaving the office, Roger's hands were shaking.

How could he forget that the current He Songgao is not the previous Alvis. The previous Alvis was humane, but the current He Songgao is simply a cold-blooded animal! He speaks harshly, has an arrogant attitude, and looks like he has the whole world under his feet.

——He asked him that question out of a completely reasonable suspicion based on facts and logic! If he didn't like him, how could it be, how could it be... Roger's eyes were dizzy for a while, and he almost lost the ability to move freely. He leaned against the wide wall of the president's office, took deep breaths continuously, trying to find the sanity that was thrown into another space.

It's just the president, what's so great about him!

Since you said so, from now on, we will only have a working relationship. Apart from work, we should never talk about anything else. You should be a good president and I should be a good secretary. Don't ever dream that I will care about you as a friend. Anyway, you are going to give up a secretary who is inferior to you in every way and who will only make you feel annoyed when standing in front of you.

——A star hanging high in the sky will only scatter its starlight to the ground, and will not generously satisfy the wishes of an ordinary person like a meteor.

You should return to your respective positions, he will be his star and you will be your weeds. There is nothing wrong with it. It should have been like this a long time ago.

Roger thought so and actually did so.

The boundaries are clearer than before. He treated his work with a sincere attitude, which was nothing more than worshipping the president like a prince, making him his sticky note, mouthpiece, calendar, and providing him with all the conveniences for work. But inevitably there would be some infiltration of his personal life, which was also part of his job.

Roger thought, just treat it as work.

He Songgao seemed to be having a hot relationship with that man, going out for dinner and dating every few days, and going out for a short vacation every one or two months. If it weren't for the president, he would be a master of time management in another sense, and he would still find time to fall in love when he was so busy at work.

He Songgao asked Luo Jie to buy a gift for him. Luo Jie was very shocked, but he remained calm on the surface. He declined at first: "Mr. He, I don't know what your...friend likes."

"Young people nowadays just buy what they like."

Luo Jie tried to hold back, but finally couldn't hold back and said: "If you don't want to choose the gift yourself, it's not very sincere."

"That's true." He Songgao glanced at Luo Jie and nodded in agreement.

Luo Jie breathed a sigh of relief: "You can ask privately what your friend likes."

He Songgao said casually: "Just buy the expensive ones, I'll reimburse you when I get back."

Luo Jie: "..."

He didn't believe that he didn't mean to dislike him. How could there be such a bad person.

"What? Is there anything else?" He Songgao looked at him with an unprecedented indifference.

"No more." Luo Jie said, and hurried out of the CEO's office as if escaping.

He Songgao's "friends" sometimes call the office. The call always goes to the CEO's office first. Luo Jie answered the phone, and the man inside said timidly: "I'm looking for He Songgao."

Luo Jie's hand stopped writing, "Who are you? What do you want to talk to CEO He about?"

"My last name is Li, and I'm CEO He's friend." The other party said, "Tell him, he'll know who I am as soon as he hears it."

"Oh, please wait."

Luo Jie went inside, confirmed with He Songgao first, and then answered the phone.

Later, Roger also met this man several times. This man seemed to be an artist or an actor. In short, he didn't walk like a normal man. He didn't walk stiffly like a man, but with a woman's softness. Maybe he was a dancer.

He dressed fashionably. In summer, he wore all kinds of soft gauze, cotton and linen fabrics, and walked in a particularly graceful manner. In autumn and winter, he wore all kinds of windbreakers and cashmere coats. He wore sunglasses all the time, and his face was made small and delicate by the big sunglasses.

He had a homosexual temperament at first glance.

Roger felt very awkward every time he faced him. Was he a man or a woman? Sometimes Roger couldn't help but think of him as a woman. He spoke softly and in a slow voice. When the man looked at Roger, he would show a shy look, and his demeanor and behavior were exactly the same as a woman. If Roger hadn't been used to being calm as a secretary, he would have run away screaming.

It was too horrible, he actually shook hands with a creature that was neither male nor female!

It was so terrible that he would have nightmares even when he was awake.

In his heart, he despised He Songgao's taste. Does homosexuality mean being interested in men's bodies and liking women's appearance?

But at the same time, he felt fortunate that he had nothing in common with that androgynous man. He was a 200% man, a tough guy, and he didn't twist his hips when he walked. He shouldn't have attracted the attention of He Songgao.

I wonder if He Songgao has noticed that he has been much more distant from him recently? It was physical distance, and the communication was still the same as before, but he couldn't help but stay away from He Songgao's body and territory. Unless necessary, he would never get closer than 50 centimeters to He Songgao. He even rarely went to his office. In the past, when He Songgao was not there, he would always go in to check if there was anything that needed to be replenished or replaced in time, and which clothes and accessories needed to be taken away for maintenance in time.

But now he only goes in at fixed times and comes out after a short while.

He Songgao may have found out, but he doesn't care. This attitude is very obvious. He doesn't mind his explosive private life being discovered and even spread by Roger, nor does he mind how others view his orientation and taste. He does his own thing and enjoys it.

One time Lulu asked him privately: "Secretary Luo, are we, Mr. He, gay?"

Qinqin looked at them with a gossipy face. Roger looked at them and pretended to be stupid and said, "No? Don't talk about this kind of thing in the office. It will be troublesome if you are overheard."

Lulu looked secretly excited and nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Yeah, yeah, I won't say it anymore."

The gossip spread not only on the 28th floor, but also spread to other floors through the cracks in the door and the stairs. Everyone knew it, but tacitly understood it.

I forgot how long this kind of life lasted. Later, it seemed that He Songgao broke up and got a new boyfriend. It didn't last long, and they broke up in less than a month. During that time, the whole company was very busy. There were some things that had to be confirmed with He Songgao. Luo Jie communicated with him awkwardly, wishing that they could communicate through a thin veil like the ancient doctor who felt the pulse of a sick lady. He Songgao was still as moody as usual, with a changeable expression. Luo Jie was in this moody environment like the Three-Body Planet every day, and he really wanted to get rid of water and become a human.

Why didn't he know before that being a secretary was so difficult.

Just like a blade of grass that automatically adapts to the ever-changing environment, Roger gradually got used to this high-pressure working state, and sometimes he could even guess what He Songgao was thinking, such as whether he was happy or indifferent with a straight face, or whether he was angry or just in a daze with one hand in his pocket. He would make mistakes at first, but then he gradually mastered the trick and made mistakes only once in ten times. Damn,

is he a masochist? He has been abused so much, but he hasn't thought about resigning yet.

- Maybe it's because he doesn't want to be looked down upon by He Songgao. This is a very complex emotion. For men, it can probably be explained in three words: "self-esteem." If he could leave his job so easily, wouldn't it just prove that he was a coward who couldn't stand a blow? He

was just a president, not a tiger, could he really be eaten?

In his third year as a secretary, Roger met Youyou. Perhaps the hard-earned sweet love moistened his long-suffered heart. He rushed in regardless of anything, just like a lost bee finally found a flower bush. Love can help a lost person find his direction and a frustrated person regain confidence. Roger's life finally had some sweet and bright moonlight. He was in a good mood during that time, and everyone in the company knew about it. Even the president couldn't help asking him one morning when he showed a mysterious smile: "Are you in love?"

Roger touched the back of his head and said shyly: "Well, we haven't even started yet."

The president said coldly, "Oh," and said, "Congratulations."

This was really the sun rising from the west. These two words as warm as the sun actually came out of the president's mouth, which was colder than the freezer. It was really surprising. Maybe he was just in a good mood. Roger didn't take it to heart, and his soul flew to Youyou, who was as beautiful as the moon.

For three years, he loved with all his heart and regarded Youyou as everything in his life. Even if Youyou had some reservations about him, he still didn't mind and gave Youyou one million percent of his love, hoping that Youyou would be moved by him in the end and the two of them would become a couple blessed by the world.

He didn't expect the ending to be like this.

Roger lay on the bed where he had taken a nap since he was a child, crying silently at the ceiling.

It was enough. It was ridiculous that people could be so stupid as to commit suicide. How could his life be so tragic? First, he was ruthlessly bullied by a homosexual for three years, oh no, five years, and then he was severely deceived by another homosexual for three years -

he had a grudge against homosexuals in his life, right?

He cried until dawn and couldn't sleep no matter what, so he went to drink with his old friends.

Some of my high school classmates are now developing in their hometowns, some have gone to other places, and some have even traveled across the ocean to live abroad, like stars scattered all over the world.

Few of them can get together. Roger and two or three friends drink and chat in an open-air stall, talking about some stupid things in their school days. Those past years are covered with a veil of memories, which is so beautiful that it makes people yearn for it.

Luo Jie sighed and said, "I really hope that people can stay in childhood forever, when the only worries are what to eat, what to play and how to be lazy. It's not fun to grow up. You think too much. Worry is like a leaky faucet that never stops dripping."

His childhood friend Wu Tao said, "Successful people also have worries? It's better than the rest of us who worry about how to make money to support their families every day. At least you don't have such worries."

Everyone knows that Luo Jie is doing well abroad. He is the secretary of the president of a well-known listed company. His annual salary is at least hundreds of thousands. He travels overseas on business all year round and travels all over the world. He is a man who has truly seen the world.

"What kind of successful person am I?" Roger said bitterly, "Is there any successful person like me? I've been following one person around like a nanny all day long. I finally have a relationship, but..." He was cheated, but it was too embarrassing for him to say it out loud. He couldn't say that he met a rich girl and thought it was true love, but in the end she just used him as a shield and shamelessly and comfortably used him for three years.

When the words came to his lips, Roger just sighed and drank a large glass of beer.

"Drink less. I remember you have a low alcohol tolerance."

"Haha, I've practiced over the years. Don't worry."

Luo Jie was still drunk. He lay on the table covered with skewered skewers and layers of grease and burst into tears. His friends looked at each other in bewilderment: "Hey, didn't he say he could drink a lot now?"

"He's just showing off. This kid has loved to pretend since he was a child."

They knew where Luo Jie lived, and several of them planned to work together to send Luo Jie home, and then go home.

When his parents opened the door and saw him like this, they were dumbfounded.

"How did you get so drunk?" His mother was distressed. While taking care of Luo Jie, she invited friends to come in and sit down while she went to make some sobering soup. Friends declined one after another, saying that they had things to do at home and left first.

Roger was lying on his bed, drunk and unconscious, mumbling incoherently, all he said was, "Homosexuals go to hell." If

all homosexuals died, the world would be peaceful.

Roger's mother came in to give him some sobering soup and heard Roger mumbling something. When she got closer, she was shocked. His mother looked like she was struck by lightning and went to call his father in a panic.

The couple was talking in a low voice in the living room.

"What do you mean by homosexual?" His father was confused. These were the words, but he didn't understand how they were put together.

His mother pushed him and said, "That's it. Did Xiaojie have an affair with someone outside? Why does he only say these three words?"

"No way, doesn't he have a girlfriend? Youyou is still Youyou, and she's pretty."

"Have you met her? He only told us that he had a girlfriend and sent us a photo, and that was it. Who knows if it's true or not."

His father snorted and patted his mother on the shoulder, reassuring her: "This kid is stupid. He has never lied since he was a child. I can see through his lies at a glance. You are just too sensitive. How could Xiaojie be gay? Those pornographic comics he bought in high school are still in my study. Don't worry, your son is the only one who is gay. Don't worry about this. Go and give him some sobering soup, or he will feel uncomfortable tomorrow morning."

Roger woke up staggering in the middle of the night. His bladder was about to explode. He groped his way to the toilet in the dark and urinated an exceptionally long pee.

As soon as he got back to bed, he couldn't sleep. He touched his phone and saw that it was four in the morning, and there was still a long time before dawn.

There were several more WeChat notifications on his phone. He blocked all work groups before going on vacation, and the ones that received notifications were generally important information.

He clicked on them and saw that some of them were not so important. He could deal with them after the vacation.

He Songgao's WeChat was pinned, and there was a red dot there.

Roger clicked on it and saw that the president said, "I'm going on a business trip to Europe next month, you can come with me."

At this time of year, He Songgao would go on a business trip to Europe for a month. Their LCD dashboards have been selling very well in Europe in recent years. The European market is also a development focus at present, and there is still a lot of room for growth.

Luo Jie replied easily: "Okay."

The European visa he had applied for before was a one-year multiple-entry visa. He didn't know if it had expired, so he had to open his passport to confirm.

There was another thing he remembered, and reminded He Songgao: "Your passport is about to expire. I will arrange a time in a few days, and you can go to the Exit and Entry Administration to replace it."

After sending it, he planned to exit and deal with other messages.

Unexpectedly, He Songgao replied: "Yes."

Luo Jie looked at the time. It was 4:10 in the morning. He was still awake?

Luo Jie hesitated and typed: "You haven't slept yet?" He

deleted it after typing it. Forget it, I still don't want to chat with the president. Once I say the president, it's just the president.