Chapter 23

I don’t know how long it took, but Roger finally finished his work. He stood up and stretched his back. When he looked at the time, it was already past ten o’clock. Damn it, I really don’t dare to take such a long vacation next time. The first day after vacation was simply torture. His back and eyes hurt. Roger covered his eyes with a wet tissue and leaned back on the chair to rest for a while.

Before leaving, he glanced at the president’s office. The light was still on. Logically, he should have asked the president: “Mr. President, is there anything else? If not, I’ll leave first.”

But it’s better not to say this curse-like sentence. If you say it, work may come to you. Isn’t this just shooting yourself in the foot?

So Roger wisely said nothing, leaving a wall lamp to illuminate the president who was going home after work, and then he left with his bag on his back.

While waiting for the elevator, he lowered his head and scrolled through his phone, checking some people's Instagram accounts to see what explosive news events had happened recently. Who would have thought that he was so engrossed in watching that he didn't notice the approaching footsteps.

When he felt a chill around him, the president was already standing beside him, waiting for the elevator with him in silence.

Roger's breath was choked, and he reflexively hung up his phone and greeted: "President He, good evening."

Oh my god, why is he saying good evening like an idiot.

- No, why didn't he make any footsteps at all. Has he practiced some kind of silent footsteps recently? It's scary.

"Yeah." He Songgao said lightly.

The pressure is huge.

Roger's whole body was tense, with his back and waist straight, as if he was standing in a military posture.

He prayed to the president not to speak.

However, the Bodhisattva did not show mercy. He heard the president say in a voice as cool as the Antarctic glacier: "Have you been crying at home for the past few days?"

"Huh?" Roger was confused. What kind of description was this?

"My eyes are as swollen as walnuts." The president added.

Oh, that's what it means. Roger's tense body relaxed a little. He was heartbroken, so he couldn't cry a little, but he didn't have to cry at all.

Roger's eyes were gloomy, and his back was slightly hunched, but he still pretended to be strong and said: "I didn't sleep well." Are

you kidding? How could he admit that he cried in front of the president? This is the dignity of being a secretary. A secretary who is too fragile will obviously not be favored by the president.

The elevator arrived. At 11 o'clock, the office building was empty, with only the two of them.

Roger let the president go in first, and then he went in, first pressing the first floor, and then the next floor.

"Driving?" the president asked.

"Yes." Roger said that he was not in the mood to squeeze into the subway recently, and he drove to work.

The president didn't say anything.

Halfway down the elevator, the president suddenly said, "Come with me."

"Ah?" Roger was stunned and asked blankly, "Why."

"Can you drive a car like this?"

Although it was still a cold word, Roger heard a little bit of imperceptible warmth from it.

In the reflection of the elevator door, Roger saw his own appearance. Yes, he looked haggard. He had lost weight, and his suit, which was originally a bit tight, became loose, and his belt had one more hole than usual. His face was as pale as a corpse, and his bags under his eyes were almost as big as his eyes. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, like a vampire who didn't get blood in time.

Oh, it's said that a broken heart hurts the body.

Roger half lowered his head and said unhappily, "It's okay, I can open it."

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened, and Roger stepped aside, intending to watch the president leave.

The president didn't move. After a while, he turned around, grabbed Roger by the scruff of the neck, and dragged him out of the elevator, saying coldly, "Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

Roger felt like a kitten, being dragged out of a warm cat nest by a mother cat biting his scruff of the neck.

Damn, is he sick?

Roger covered his neck and glared at He Songgao angrily, "Of course I can understand!" Unless someone is not a human.

"Go."

He Songgao turned around and said in a commanding tone.

Roger stared at his back, his eyes spurting out flames of anger. It was really disrespectful. I hope the people in the control room can see what just happened, and then spread the word about how rude and arrogant the president is!

Roger almost wanted to turn around and leave, but then he thought better of it - this was his territory after all, so he should keep a low profile, so as not to make the petty president hate him and make things difficult for him.

The small shoes he had accumulated over the years were enough to open ten shoe stores.

Lao Chen was waiting downstairs. In the past, when they were together, Roger would help He Songgao drive, but now - he had already got off work, and the president had just acted like a human being, so there was no way he would open the door for him. Roger ignored the president who was standing at the back door waiting for someone to open the door, and he opened the passenger door and got in.

Because he was too angry, he closed the door with a loud "bang", which scared Lao Chen in the driver's seat.

The president also came in, and there was another "bang". Lao Chen looked at Luo Jie, then looked at He Songgao in the rearview mirror, and asked carefully: "Secretary Luo, shall I take you home first?"

Luo Jie didn't say anything.

He Songgao said: "

Let's go eat." Lao Chen: "Where?"

He Songgao kicked the front seat and asked coldly: "What do you want to eat?"

Damn, eat a fart! He was so angry. Luo Jie had a dark face, and wanted to be tough for once, saying: "Go eat by yourself." But this was the stage handed to him by the president. If he didn't come down, the president might be angry with him for another month... no, at least three months. It was really speechless. How could there be such an annoying person in the world!

Luo Jie calmed down for a while and said: "Let's eat hot pot."

He wanted to spiciness the president to death. This person who doesn't eat spicy food.

Old Chen looked at He Songgao inquiringly: "Which hotpot?"

He Songgao still had an icy face: "Ask Secretary Luo."

Old Chen had no choice but to ask Luo Jie: "Secretary Luo, which hotpot should we eat?"

"Let's go to Lao Luo's."

Don't get me wrong, this is not opened by his relatives, but in a small shopping mall very close to the company. It is opened by a Sichuanese. The boss is called Lao Luo, and he makes authentic Sichuan hotpot, not the clear soup kind. It's very spicy, and even the medium spicy one can be spicy enough to kill you.

Lao Chen, who knew the boss's taste, paused, looked at He Songgao in the rearview mirror, and asked He Songgao's opinion with his expression.

He Songgao nodded slightly.

Lao Chen then started the car and drove to "Lao Luo Hotpot".

As soon as he entered the hotpot restaurant, the warm and spicy breath hit his face, and the bitter cold of midwinter was blown away in an instant, and Luo Jie felt warm all over. There were not many people in the store, and the clerk led them to the lobby. Luo Jie turned around and glanced at He Songgao, who frowned slightly. After all, he did not lose his conscience and asked the waiter: "Are there any private rooms?"

The waiter hesitated for a moment and said: "Yes, there are, but... for the two of you, there will be a 15% service charge."

Luo Jie felt a little uncomfortable when he heard it. It's already twelve o'clock, and no one is using the private room. They still charge him a service fee, but he's a regular customer... Never mind, maybe this waiter is new and doesn't know if he's familiar with the boss. Never mind, it's not him paying the bill, just charge him. Luo Jie nodded: "Then give us a private room."

After sitting down in the private room, Luo Jie took the menu and asked He Songgao: "Do you order or do I order?"

It was time to get off work, and Luo Jie was in no mood to show respect and admiration for the president. He was much more relaxed.

"You order." He Songgao said, taking off his coat and hanging it on the chair next to him.

Luo Jie flipped through the menu and ordered a lot of things he wanted to eat.

He Songgao frowned as he watched from the side: "Can you finish it? Don't waste it."

Roger looked at him and thought, his CEO is so down-to-earth, he knows not to waste food, isn't this a virtue? Roger's anger at the company had been eaten up by the gluttonous bugs. Smelling the hot and fragrant hot pot, he swallowed his saliva and said quickly: "We are two grown men, are you afraid that we can't finish it? Don't worry, I know how to do it."

After placing the order, Roger took off his heavy down jacket and poured a cup of hot tea for the two of them.

When the waiter came in with the hot pot, he was stunned to see the two men in suits, but he quickly came to his senses, put the hot pot on the table, and said enthusiastically: "You can add the ingredients after it boils. Please enjoy your meal."

Beef tenderloin, lamb rolls, tripe, duck intestines, bok choy, tribute vegetables, taro... all were Luo Jie's favorites. The bowl of chicken soup noodles in the evening had been completely digested in his stomach. At this moment, Luo Jie's greed was aroused. He ate while cooking, with the greasy red oil all around his mouth.

He Songgao frowned frequently at the starving look. He sat in his seat and hardly moved his chopsticks, only eating some pickled side dishes. "Are you a starving ghost? Can you be more polite?"

Luo Jie grimaced because of the spiciness, and hissed like a snake: "I am a starving ghost. I haven't eaten much in the past few days. I'm starving."

He Songgao's expression eased a little, but his words were still so cold: "It's just a broken heart, what's the big deal."

Luo Jie stared at him: "What do you mean by 'just a broken heart'? You don't understand the situation and have no right to comment."

"What situation?"

"..." Roger closed his mouth, feeling that if he told this joke, He Songgao might really laugh at him for the rest of his life. He took a tissue to wipe his mouth and said vaguely, "That's the situation. If it's not suitable, then we break up - I dumped her, she cried her heart out and begged me not to break up with her. You don't know, women are very annoying when they cry."

"Really." He Songgao sneered, "You dumped her, why did you cry too?"

Luo Jie's hand that was grabbing the mutton paused, and he felt his face getting hotter and hotter - almost the same temperature as the hot pot: "I didn't cry. Which eye of yours saw me cry?"

"No, what's wrong with your eyes?" He Songgao said, "I took them off and soaked them in water all night, right?"

"I, I watched a particularly touching movie!" Luo Jie said something he didn't believe, and his momentum subsided little by little, "Okay, I cried, so what, no one says you can't cry after a breakup."

"Hmm." He Songgao picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. It was not a good tea. The president took a sip and put it down, with a slightly ugly expression, "You can cry."

"Yeah. And it didn't affect my work."

The president didn't seem to agree with this, because he said: "Your leave is a bit long."

The leave is a bit long? Luo Jie reacted for a while, and suddenly realized something. He widened his eyes and said very happily: "Are you not used to not having me as your secretary?"

He Songgao snorted and said: "That's not the case."

"Huh, you say one thing and mean another." Luo Jie was very happy, even happier than eating hot pot in winter. What does this show? It shows that he has a very important position in the president's heart! The president is not used to it without him, as if something is missing from his life. Haha, he is a very capable secretary. He even wanted to give himself a medal. Luo Jie's tail curled up and said proudly, "I said, you have a sour face all day long, as if you despise me to the extreme, but in fact you can't leave me at all." As

soon as these words came out, He Songgao's face immediately became very sour, which was simply the embodiment of the word "sour face": "Don't get carried away. Have you finished eating? Leave quickly after eating."

Tsk. He was angry again. It was inexplicable that his face was so sour, but he didn't allow others to say it. Luo Jie pouted, a little angry. He poked the vegetables in his bowl with chopsticks and whispered, "I'm not full yet. You go first - pay the bill before you leave." It's not like he said he would treat me and then not pay the bill.

He Songgao closed his eyes and said impatiently, "Hurry up, I'll give you another ten minutes."

"Got it!"

Really, there are so many things to do just to have a meal.