Chapter 28

He was sweating all over, and the sweat dripped into his eyes, making Luo Jie's eyes hurt. He took out a towel, handed one to He Songgao, and used one for himself. After wiping the sweat, he felt much fresher. He looked up at He Songgao, who also had a little sweat on his forehead, shining brightly under the sun. After

the president finished drinking the water, he asked him, "You don't have water?"

"Yes, yes." Luo Jie opened a bottle of water for himself and drank half of it in one breath.

Compared with the president's calmness, Luo Jie seemed a lot more flustered. He felt that his legs were shaking when he stood up, and he was out of breath. If he continued like this, he would really faint. He waved his hand apologetically to He Songgao and sat on the curb to rest.

"You, you haven't practiced riding a bike, have you? This thing is too tiring, I, I'm really afraid that I can't hold on!"

He Songgao tightened the bottle cap and sat next to Luo Jie: "If you can't ride, ride slowly, riding too fast will easily strain your muscles."

"I'm doing this for you!" Luo Jie thought to himself that you are too ungrateful, "I want to take care of you, of course I have to follow you closely."

He Songgao still maintained a steady breathing, looking at Luo Jie's wolfish look coldly: "I don't need you to take care of me, you just need to take care of yourself."

- This is a nice thing to say. But according to Luo Jie's experience in the past few years, there is no such thing as "the president does not need the secretary to take care of him". If he does not take care of him, then the president will say that he is "not a competent secretary." But if he did take care of you, but didn't take good care of you, then the crime would be much lighter than not taking care of you. At least the president would feel that the secretary cared about him. So Roger learned a killer move, which was to speak first, at least to correct his attitude first: "How can that be, I'm your secretary, it's my job to take care of you."

Roger looked at He Songgao with a particularly fake look, and whenever he looked at the president with this look, the president would be in a particularly good mood. Of course, who could refuse someone looking at him with eyes full of respect, worship, and admiration?

He saw that the president's expression was like a crack in an iceberg, and it became warm.

"Let's go." The president stood up and said.

Roger's legs were weak, his calves were sore, and even his waist was aching from maintaining the riding posture for a long time. He begged for mercy and said, "Can you let me rest for a while? I feel so uncomfortable."

He Songgao looked down at him, "I remember your physical fitness was not so bad before."

"You also said it was in the past. I haven't had a good rest recently. I get a headache when I move a little."

He Songgao paused and sat down again, "It's just a failed love, but it feels like my whole life has failed."

Roger pouted, feeling not very good, "My life is not failed enough--" He wanted to say that he was a failure and very unlucky as a secretary, but the person he served was right in front of him, how could he complain openly? Because in his opinion: he was so unlucky because he worked as a secretary for He Songgao. If he worked for someone else, maybe he would not be so unlucky, but even a blessing. Then he would not have to be like a rabbit working for a wolf, living in fear every day. He braked the car in time and said, "My life is very successful, all thanks to you, President. I feel like I am a complete success."

"Ha." He Songgao laughed sarcastically, and he was already immune to Roger's flattery behavior. "I'll give you another ten minutes, and we'll set off in ten minutes."

It was said to be ten minutes, but in fact it was less than eight minutes. He Songgao was eager to leave with his helmet in his arms. Roger was reluctant to get up and pointed to his sports watch and said, "See, my heart rate is too high."

"That one is not accurate."

"What is accurate?"

"My feeling." He Songgao sat astride the seat and looked back at him, "Let's go."

Roger had to stand up. His legs were not shaking as much, but he was still tired, and his body felt tired after sweating.

"Let's have a race." He Songgao suddenly said when they were about to set off.

Luo Jie was stunned: "Are you kidding? If you compete with me, wouldn't that be one-sided abuse? I won't compete."

"I'll give in to you."

"How?"

He Songgao thought for a moment and said, "Give me the bag. Now it's fair."

Luo Jie was eager to give him the bag, as he was exhausted carrying it. But he still guarded against the president: "Is there any punishment for the loser?"

"No punishment for the loser, but there is a reward for the winner." He Songgao was rarely generous.

That means this bet has no cost! Roger said straightforwardly, "Okay! I agree, but you're still better than me with a backpack on your back, right? After all, you're good at riding, and I'm not - you don't want others to say you're bullying me, do you?"

"Trouble." He Songgao frowned, his expression a little nasty, "I'll give you ten minutes, okay?"

"Ten minutes?" Roger was overjoyed, this was simply a direct let-off, "Okay, okay, President, you're really a good person!"

"I said ride to the end."

"..." He took back what he had just said.

Without the weight on his back, Roger pedaled the bike much more easily, and it felt like he was about to be like the president, with two wheels and a shadow.

The president agreed to give him ten minutes, so he took advantage of these ten minutes to quickly widen the gap! However, imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel. Roger rode for half an hour, panting and panting, and his whole body was about to fall apart. He thought about slowing down and taking a rest. Suddenly, a voice came from his earphone: "So slow."

He would recognize this voice even if it turned into ashes. He

turned around and saw that it was indeed the president.

Both of them wore helmets. The noise on the road was too loud, so they equipped Bluetooth headphones in advance and communicated through the headphones. The president's low voice rang in Roger's ears: "You can't win in ten minutes?"

Roger's face twisted fiercely in his helmet: "I, I haven't rested well recently, otherwise I would definitely beat you."

"Oh. Then let's compete again another day when you have rested well."

"Okay." Roger said with great effort. He was really exhausted. He regretted competing with the president and asking for trouble. He was thinking about taking a breath and admitting defeat to the president, but the president spoke first.

"Why are you panting so hard?"

Roger's eyes were full of stars, and he almost couldn't hold on any longer: "I'm so tired, let's see how long it will take to get to the finish line."

"20 kilometers." He Songgao said.

How can it be so far! Roger wanted to die: "I'm really tired, count it, count it as my defeat, okay? I can't ride anymore."

The president said slowly: "The winner will get a reward. Are you just giving up like this?"

"Yeah." Life is more important. Roger loosened his legs. This section of the road was downhill. There was no car on the long street. Roger took off his mask wantonly, controlling the speed of the car while adjusting his breathing. Although the cold wind across his lungs still made him feel stinging, it was much better than the airtight stuffiness just now.

The president caught up from behind and declared, "I won."

Winning is winning. After all, you reward yourself. What's there to say? Roger stopped talking. Before the last trace of oxygen in his lungs was exhausted, he tried his best to relax his body and find a suitable breathing rhythm. The president said, "Don't stop, keep riding."

Roger almost choked out his breath, "If you keep riding, you'll die."

"Slow down, your body will feel better."

Hearing these words of concern, Roger closed his mouth unconsciously. This is the bad thing about the president. You can say he is cold, but he also has warm moments, but these moments are like God's face that changes at any time, appearing without logic. Roger had tried to understand the president, for example, by talking to him and asking him if he had suffered some cruel and inhumane abuse in his childhood, which made him so difficult to get along with as an adult. However, as soon as he started, the president glared at him with a death-like look and said, "What does it have to do with you? Mind your own business."

Look, the more you do this, the fewer friends you will have. Who knows what kind of crazy you will go when you are alone because of loneliness.

However, Roger has already come to a conclusion in his heart: that is, the president's childhood was not happy. Imagine, the youngest son of a wealthy family was sent abroad from junior high school, studying and living alone, with few friends around him, growing up lonely like this, and then being forced to inherit the family business. Long-term repression has made him a psychopath, so he enjoys bullying others, just like a cat that catches a mouse but doesn't eat it, just for the pleasure of hunting.

... Damn, the more I think about it, the scarier it gets. Roger shuddered at an inopportune moment, and then he heard the president say in the headset: "I won, what kind of reward should I give myself?" Do

you still need a reward? The fact that the world didn't explode because of your existence is already a reward, why are you so greedy? Roger thought to himself, and then he was horrified to find that he accidentally said this sentence!

He Songgao was silent for a while, and said sinisterly: "Secretary Luo, your skin is itchy, right?"

"..." Oh no, there is a demon. Roger adjusted his posture and stared at the wheel desperately, trying to stay away from the president. "I'm kidding! I mean, that..." He couldn't make up any more stories. He hesitated for a long time and finally chose to run away, trying to ride away from the president as quickly as possible and disconnect the Bluetooth of the two people so that he couldn't hear what the other party was saying.

Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain. The president always followed him with ease. Roger gave up. Damn, with this person's petty mind, who knows how he will torture himself. Luo Jie simply stopped pretending and said in a gloomy tone, "Some people can only win rewards, while some people can get rewards without doing anything. Don't be so ungrateful. I am the one who is unlucky. You won't assassinate me at the next intersection."

"Kill you?" He Songgao chuckled and said lazily, "It's not the New Year yet." "

?" What a stupid riddle. This man never said anything nice, so Luo Jie wisely chose not to respond.

"We'll kill the pigs before the New Year and keep them for later."

"..." Speechless. Luo Jie pedaled faster, almost trying his best. He was afraid that if he continued like this, he would die of anger before dying of exhaustion.

When the time was almost up, the president suddenly said, "You have to work overtime on the weekend."

Roger's eyes went dark. No way, what's the logic? His feet stopped moving all of a sudden, and he felt the bicycle sliding forward slowly: "Didn't you say that the loser would not be punished?"

"I won. This is my reward."

It's totally insane. Roger said angrily, "Even the landlord wouldn't treat his slaves like this. I was working overtime last week. Why?"

"I was working overtime too."

"What does your overtime have to do with me?"

"Aren't you my secretary? Secretaries have to be online 24/7. I think this is common sense."

"You can't work without me?"

"I don't like working alone."

- Bullshit. Luo Jie turned his head and looked at He Songgao through his dark brown goggles, and said viciously: "I can't do this job anymore, I want to resign!"

"I don't approve."

"This is called notification, not request, OK?"

The president said nothing and rode away like the wind.