Chapter 29

Roger followed the president with a heavy breath, but the president only wanted to get to the finish line and didn't care how hard he was chasing. Later, he simply gave up. Forget it. The president must have his reasons for doing this. Why should he force himself?

Twenty minutes later, they finally arrived at the finish line.

From a distance, Roger saw the supply car. The driver brought a small stool for the president and set up a small table. On the table were some fruit snacks, drink biscuits, and even a power bank, but the president didn't use them. He sat quietly on the stool and looked at his phone.

Roger got off the car and sat on another horse, saying weakly, "I'm so tired, I'm dying."

The president raised his eyelids and looked at him coldly, "You're alive and well."

Roger ignored his cold words. At this moment, his body was aching and his soul was out of his body. He really admired the genius who came up with this plan. It would be a pity if he didn't become a team building planner. Look at the time, it's only eleven thirty, which means that he only took three and a half hours to ride 50 kilometers!

This is simply a miracle!

Roger said happily: "We are too fast. They may not have ridden even half of the way now."

He Songgao sneered and said: "If you were not holding me back, I would have finished the ride in two hours."

"Stop bragging." Even if you are tall, have long legs and are particularly good at riding, it is impossible for you to finish the ride in two hours. Roger suspected that he was bragging, "Three hours is about right. Two hours, even the cycling champion can't ride as well as you."

He Songgao looked at him calmly, his eyes seemed to say: "You are so brave, you don't want to live anymore, right?"

Roger was a little scared, worried that his life was in danger, he quickly raised his wrist and pretended to check the time: "Oh, they are too slow, why haven't they arrived yet, I should be late for dinner."

He sent a message to the Executive Director, the Executive Director was old and preferred to send voice messages over WeChat. Roger clicked on the message and listened to the Executive Director's words. A loud voice was saying, "Oh, Secretary Luo, they are too slow! Some of them have only ridden thirty kilometers! You and General He have already arrived? Oh, what should we do? How about you tell General He that you two go to eat first and I will wait for them. Really, why are they so slow..."

Luo Jie put down his phone and looked at He Songgao helplessly: "You heard it all, do you want us to go first?"

He Songgao said, "No, let's wait for them."

After all, there are female comrades in the team, and they have to take care of their physical strength. Luo Jie thought that it might be one or two o'clock before they can eat. He picked up the supplies on the table, which included bananas, apples, bread, nuts, and a small bottle of yogurt. "Let's eat something first, as lunch will probably be late."

He Songgao said nothing, took the bread from Roger, and ate quietly.

It took all of them five hours to ride 50 kilometers, starting at eight in the morning and continuing until one in the afternoon. On the way to the meal on the bus, the Executive Director apologized, "I'm sorry, everyone. I didn't consider that some of our comrades might not be able to keep up with the pace. I rode the whole way myself and it took me less than four hours. But our team includes young people, old people, gay men, and lesbians. It's hard to ensure that we are all physically fit. In the end, it took us an hour longer than expected. It was my mistake. I sincerely apologize to everyone."

Everyone comforted the Executive Director, saying that it was okay and that they had eaten a lot on the way. "Director Shen, you arranged this supply car very well. There are food and drinks, and you can take us to the nearest bathroom. You have considered everything. You are worthy of being the Director. You are so thoughtful."

"Yes, yes, it's our female colleague who rides slowly and holds you back!"

The car was full of joy, and everyone was comforting each other.

In this situation, Luo Jie couldn't help but sigh: "Our team is really harmonious."

He Songgao closed his eyes and rested in the seat next to him. Luo Jie added sensibly: "President, it's all because of your good leadership."

He Songgao has long been immune to this kind of flattery from time to time, and did not respond to Luo Jie.

At lunch, he drank some wine. Luo Jie sat next to He Songgao and was particularly concerned about He Songgao's condition. If the president showed any signs of being unable to handle the alcohol, he would go up to resist all the persuasion for him. Fortunately, everyone knew their limits and stopped at the right time. After dinner, according to the scheduled itinerary, they took a bus to the golf course. The course was quite far away, in the suburbs. On the way, Roger couldn't help but fall asleep for a while. He drank too much, and he never had a good alcohol tolerance, so he felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

After waking up from a nap, the car had arrived. The stadium shuttle took them to the locker room first. No one had the energy to play basketball at this moment, and the executive director didn't force them. He said that why don't they go for a massage and rest for a while, and then see whether to play basketball later. He also asked He Songgao for his opinion, but He Songgao had no objection: "You arrange it."

"Okay, Mr. He, then let's arrange a massage first. We're all tired after riding the car for a whole morning."

When choosing the massage items, Roger was particularly interested in Chinese medicine physiotherapy massage because his legs, waist and buttocks were particularly painful. How comfortable it would be if he could have a meridian massage that directly hits the acupuncture points at this time.

He urged He Songgao: "Mr. He, I recommend Chinese medicine massage, which can dredge the meridians and relieve pain. You have been riding a bike for a whole morning, so you must be tired."

He Songgao looked at him with a smile: "I am not tired, I don't need a massage."

Luo Jie looked around and saw that there was no one else. He looked at He Songgao with a slightly complaining look: "I am tired. Please be considerate of me occasionally and don't always treat me like a cow. If I don't massage and relax, I will fall apart. Can you be a little more humane?"

"Then why didn't you just say you wanted a massage at the beginning?"

"I am just asking for your opinion. Are you the president or am I the president?" If I were the president, would I need to ask you? Really, you are asking even though you know the answer!

"Massage." He Songgao had nothing to say.

So they both went into the Chinese medicine therapy room, in the same room.

The technician's skills were very good. Roger lay on the bed, feeling his waist being massaged by the master to the point of numbness. The fatigue caused by exercise disappeared instantly.

He fell asleep accidentally because he was so comfortable.

When he woke up, He Songgao was gone. Roger hurriedly called him: "Mr. He, where are you?"

"The golf course."

"I'll be there soon."

Roger changed his clothes and hurried to find He Songgao.

He and several directors were playing golf. It was four or five in the afternoon. The sky was overcast and the air was filled with the chill of winter. It's said that he could become a senior executive. The energy of each one was more abundant than the other. Most people can't compare.

Roger didn't know how to play golf and was not interested in this sport. He accompanied them, occasionally taking on the job of a caddy and doing some service work.

When it was almost dark, the game was finally over. The restaurant asked if we wanted to have dinner. Perhaps because the exercise was too exhausting, everyone who had just eaten at two o'clock was actually hungry, so they decided to go for dinner.

Dinner is inseparable from wine. Those who can become directors have a good alcohol tolerance. He Songgao was toasted by people one after another, and gradually he was a little overwhelmed. Roger began to help He Songgao drink. After so many years, he had more or less social events. Roger's alcohol tolerance has improved. He will not get drunk as soon as he drinks like before. After three rounds of drinking, some people were drunk, and some were not drunk soon. The executive director stopped them in time, saying that they still had to work tomorrow, and it was enough to drink a little wine for the sake of taste, and not to force it.

In the end, he got drunk himself and fell asleep on the sofa.

The bus couldn't carry so many drunks, so Roger took over the position of executive director and contacted the stadium to call a taxi. In the end, only he and He Songgao were left. Roger looked at the president sitting quietly in a chair and looking at his phone. He was confused for a second. Oh no, how could he forget the president?

He quickly called Lao Chen to come over. The company's and He Songgao's private driver were both named Chen. Lao Chen from the company was just called by him from the company to take two vice presidents.

He called He Songgao's private driver, Lao Chen said: "I was just at the golf course, the boss asked me to see someone off first, and I will come back to pick you up later. I just left not long ago, it will probably take about an hour."

Luo Jie was stunned, walked to He Songgao's side, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mr. He, I didn't arrange it well."

"It's okay." He Songgao said lightly.

Looking at his face slightly flushed due to the alcohol, Luo Jie's heart moved, and he said: "Mr. He, how about I accompany you for a walk to get rid of the alcohol."

The winter night was cold and quiet. The golf course was at the foot of the mountain, and there were long mountains not far away. They walked by a large green lake, and the round street lights cast a warm light, illuminating the dark grass with yellow.

For safety reasons, they did not get too close to the artificial lake. It was fine during the day, but they were afraid of falling in if they got too close at night, especially when they both drank a little. In

such a lonely night, with his brain tainted by alcohol, Luo Jie couldn't help but sighed.

"What's wrong?"

He Songgao's calm voice rang out in the dark.

Luo Jie was stunned: "Nothing, am I sighing again? This is a bad habit."

In fact, he thought of Youyou again. In the past, he felt unspeakable pain in his heart when he thought of her. Now the pain is less, but the sorrow is much more.

Does he hate Youyou? Of course he hates her, but this hatred contains too many emotions. He hates her, but at the same time he feels sorry for her. Now he no longer loves her, or maybe he still does, but this love is already buried deep in his heart, and he is unwilling to speak of it again.

He hates Youyou and has thought about revenge on her. But the thought of revenge keeps lingering in his mind, and he finally lets it go. He can have many ways to retaliate, such as ruining Youyou's reputation, or telling her parents and letting them put her back in the mental hospital. But he can't bear to do that, because Youyou is too beautiful. This world does not allow evil, but forgives beauty. As long as a person still has a beautiful appearance, she will be admired by countless believers.

Sometimes he despised himself. He had the most fatal weakness that all men in the world had, that is lust. Men who were intoxicated by beauty had no time to think about other problems. They would only think that they had gotten a great bargain, and thus be excited and complacent. The whole person was like a balloon, inflating and flying high in the sky, thinking that he was the richest man in the world.

In fact, the balloon was filled with self-deception and overestimation of one's own abilities.

Alas.

He sighed again.

He Songgao walked beside him like a shadow, and even his breathing was as silent as the shadow of a shadow.

It was really sad to talk about it. A long time ago, when he was with Youyou, He Songgao was alone. Three years later, he and Youyou had torn their faces and broke up, but He Songgao was still alone. Roger didn't know the dating principles of homosexuals, but objectively speaking, He Songgao was still very good. Before he got to know his personality in depth, he might be very popular in the eyes of his peers.

Then why is he still single and has never been in a relationship for more than a year... oh no, half a year.

Roger looked at the shadows of the two people on the ground, stretched out his hand and waved at He Songgao's shadow: "Have you broken up with your boyfriend?"

Maybe because he was in a good mood today, He Songgao didn't say with a stern face: "What's it to you?" Instead, he rarely asked in a questioning tone: "Which one?"

Roger's eyes widened: "You are dating several boyfriends at the same time?"

"Why, why are you curious about this?" He Songgao snorted.

"...I care about you." But people can't be such a jerk. Luo Jie's expression was distorted, and he said with mixed feelings, "Are you gays so casual about relationships?"

"We gays?" He Songgao savored these words and smelled something different, "What other gays are there?"

"..." Luo Jie regained his IQ in time and said wittily, "Gays represented by you."

"You just say it without thinking." He Songgao snorted coldly, "Which eye of yours saw that I was so casual about relationships?"

"If you want to talk, you can talk, and it's like you haven't talked at all. If you talk for a few months and then break up, what else can you call it if not casual?"

"Of course you have to break up if it's not suitable."

"Why talk if it's not suitable?"

"How do you know it's inappropriate if you don't talk about it?"

Roger was almost confused by him: "Okay, okay, you are right." He shouldn't have brought up this topic. He shouldn't care about the president's messy love life. Maybe he just likes to treat love as a game.

- Just like Youyou.

Thinking of Youyou, Roger's heart was depressed again.

Hearing him sigh, He Songgao said, "What are you thinking about?"

Luo Jie said, "My ex-girlfriend."

"Oh." He Songgao didn't respond, "You can find another one after breaking up, what's there to be sad about?"

"That's easy to say." Luo Jie felt very bitter, "I don't even know if I'm still interested in women."

"Why." He Songgao looked at him with interest, "Are you interested in men now?"

"Of course not!" Luo Jie stopped and stamped his feet angrily, "What I mean is that women hurt me too much, giving me a little PTSD, especially beautiful women. The more beautiful they are, the more cold-blooded they are and the more likely they are to lie. Maybe I don't want to fall in love in my life."

"If you don't want to date women, you can try men."

"You are sick." Roger was angry that he was joking with him at this time, "The thing I hate most in my life is homosexuality!"