Chapter 32

"...Who knows?" Roger kicked the gravel under his feet, his heart was also very conflicted, "Maybe you, you like me, maybe."

"Then tell me, how did I kiss you."

Roger raised his head suddenly and looked at He Songgao in shock: "You, how can you say such a thing!"

"Since you have such imagination, just say it generously." He Songgao's expression was calm, but he said terrifying words, "Did you kiss while sitting or standing, or with your arms around your chest? Did you stick

out your tongue?" Oh my God! All the hairs on Roger's body stood up: "You are so disgusting! I didn't say that! I was just asking. I am, just suspicious!"

"Show me the evidence." He Songgao stood there, motionless. "It is normal to stick out the tongue when kissing. Do you want me to recall it for you?"

With a loud bang, Roger felt as if he was struck by lightning. He suppressed the trembling all over his body and looked at He Songgao angrily: "Are you deliberately hating me? No kiss, no kiss, but you make me want to be kissed by you!" He was so angry that he was dizzy and didn't realize what he was saying. "I'm a straight man, can you please respect me!"

"Heh." He Songgao sneered with a high degree of sarcasm, which made Roger feel like he was struck by lightning repeatedly. He had a very bad premonition in his heart, as if the president was going to use a big move.

Help, help, he won't be struck to death.

He just thought so, and heard He Songgao continue: "Why do I like you?"

Roger was forced to raise his head and look at He Songgao. This question asked, what reason do you need to like someone? He felt guilty. This idea was just a guess. After all, he was drunk at that time. He couldn't tell the difference between being kissed by a mosquito and being kissed by a human. Since He Songgao said that he didn't kiss him... Luo Jie thought shamefully, then he didn't kiss him. What's the big deal?

"If you don't like it, then don't like it. You, just think that I didn't ask you." Luo Jie deeply regretted his impulse just now. How could he forget that He Songgao is now the president, a tiger, and you can't touch a tiger's butt casually!

He was going to apologize, just say sorry, he had this doubt and it was not just his problem, it was all because they were too close at that time...

Who knew He Songgao seemed to have changed into a different person, cold and venomous, like a snake releasing all the venom stored in its venom glands before dying, saying: "In my life, what I hate most is straight men. I hate to be confused with straight men, especially straight men who can't figure it out. Why would I like you? You are stupid and dumb, your brain is full of water, you always don't understand the situation, and you can be deceived for three years by a lie that can be seen through at a glance. You are also self-righteous, unmotivated, narrow-minded, and the most ignorant person I have ever met. Why would I like you?"

Roger was stunned.

It felt like he was shot many times.

It hurts. Damn, why do you say that?

Even if he's not that good, he can't be as bad as he says.

In an instant, a surge of anger rose from the bottom of his heart. Because the speed was too fast, it brought some reaction force. He felt that everything from the soles of his feet to the top of his head was swelling, making him dizzy and his legs weak. For a moment

, he couldn't say a word. What's the big deal? Just because he is the president, can he insult someone so recklessly?

Just because he is the president, can't he curse back? If a person is attacked so cruelly and described as worthless, and he doesn't fight back, isn't that a bit too despicable?

Yes, that's right, he wanted to curse back, he wasn't some cheap bastard, why should he tolerate others insulting him like this!

He had to curse back today!

"Don't look down on others." Luo Jie's eyes were red, and he looked at He Songgao with almost hatred, "As if being liked by you is an honor. You don't know how annoying you are! You are arrogant, look down on everything, and think you are so great. Yes, you are the president, but so what. You speak harshly and have no empathy for others. You are cold and ruthless. The poisonous snakes in the cave are warmer than your blood! If you don't like me, then don't like me. Do you think I am rare? It's best if you don't like me, because I will never like you! I will never like a cold-blooded animal without sympathy!"

After saying this, he panted violently.

Because of the emotional excitement, his eyes were dizzy from time to time. He saw He Songgao's expression, which was unprecedentedly cold and gloomy, as if he would turn into a demon and tear him to pieces in the next second.

He felt scared, but at the same time he felt happy. He had wanted to say this for a long time. What would be the consequences of saying it? The consequences of the president getting angry should not be underestimated. But so what? Anyway, they have torn their faces apart. If he wants to fire himself, that's the best. He can pack up and leave tomorrow.

A gust of rusty wind blew past, blowing Roger's heart, which was pierced like a sieve, to wheeze. He heard his broken breathing with some sobs. Only

then did he realize that he was crying.

Damn, what's wrong with him? Why do you want to cry when you have a quarrel? He wiped the tears from his face fiercely and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to resign."

As soon as he said this, he became even more desperate. It's just a job. It's better to lose it. He went back to his hometown and left this sad place.

There is nothing here. No friends, no warmth, even the winter air is so cold that he feels like being swallowed by the cold wind.

He Songgao didn't speak for a long time.

Is he angry? He must be. Who wouldn't be angry when being accused of being cold-blooded? Especially the president with a heart smaller than the eye of a needle. So be

it. Anyway, they both dislike each other and no one should say anything about the other.

Silence.

In such silence, Roger suddenly felt a strong sense of grievance.

So this is how He Songgao viewed him. No wonder, no wonder he disliked him from the beginning. He had always been reluctant to stick to him. He Songgao... No, Alvis never wanted to be a real friend with him. It was always him who took the initiative and forced Alvis to respond to his feelings (friendship). He just stuck to him foolishly and never considered whether the other party really liked him (just liked him as a friend).

He mistakenly thought that Alvis gave him such an expensive watch because he liked him and wanted to be friends with him. He originally didn't like people with Alvis' personality, thinking they were weird and difficult to get close to, but he had been so generous and tolerant of him, and had been so warm to him countless times. He thought he had melted his heart, but he didn't know that was just his one-sided thought, and Alvis didn't think so at all.

He said he was stupid, dumb, and stupid. He said he was ignorant, narrow-minded, and what else, oh, self-righteous. Using these words to belittle his former friend, doesn't it explain the status of that "friend" in his heart?

The more Roger thought about it, the more aggrieved and sad he felt. He felt a fog slowly rising in his heart. His body felt heavy and his eyes were sore. Then he couldn't control his tears.

More and more, heavier and heavier. He didn't have time to wipe them away. They all slid down his chin.

Damn, he's not such a fragile man!

He turned his back to He Songgao and slowly calmed down his emotions.

"Are you crying?"

He heard He Songgao's voice, as if it came from a very far away place.

He said, "It's none of your business." I just cried, so what.

He Songgao's irritable voice rang out again: "I just said a few truths, is your tolerance so low?"

Roger felt that he had angina, or He Songgao's words were poisonous, and the poison was breathed into his lungs through the air. "Yes. You are telling the truth, what else is there to say." He turned around, thinking that his expression had returned to calm, "I just wanted to ask you before, why did you let I'll be your secretary. Now that you've said it, it turns out you just didn't have a better choice at the time. Anyway, I'm tired of being your secretary. Since you hate me so much, just let me quit." Why does he feel so heartbroken? Damn it, even though they are the evil master and servant... oh no, a superior-subordinate relationship, it's been many years, if not eight years, then at least seven years. Being a couple still has the itch of seven years. It seems that no relationship can escape this. He looked at He Songgao calmly, pretending to be relaxed and said, "How many days will it take? I can hand over all the work to Lulu. She is older, more stable, and smart. Maybe she can take over my position in the future... or do you have a more suitable candidate? I can cooperate with you."

He Songgao said nothing, staring at him with a gloomy expression.

Roger hated this look of his the most, as if others owed him something. Why was there accusation, dissatisfaction, and even anger in that expression? He should be the one to be angry. He worked so hard for him for five years, and during these five years he did everything and wanted to do everything well, just to get his recognition. Although Roger didn't want to admit it, every time He Songgao showed a little appreciation for him, he would start wagging his tail like a dog.

This was too mean. It's not like he really needed a friend like He Songgao.

- Friend, maybe it was just his wishful thinking, He Songgao didn't think highly of him as a "friend".

Since he didn't think highly of him, why did he let him be his secretary? Thinking of a possibility, Roger's face turned pale.

Just humiliate him, let him see the gap between the two of them in this position. See how noble the president is, and how humble the secretary is. See how unrealistic it is for a poor guy who doesn't know his own limitations to want the friendship of a nobleman.

"What are you thinking about?" He Songgao suddenly said.

Luo Jie shook his head. Now there is no anger in He Songgao's expression. Is it his illusion? Why does he feel that He Songgao is also sad?

No, it's still an illusion. How could this person be sad? It's better to believe that a snake will shed tears than to believe that he will be sad. Luo Jie said coldly: "What does it have to do with you?"

Say this back to him. He used to use this sentence to stop others from time to time, now let him have a taste of this feeling. Roger smiled unhappily and said, "I didn't think anything. I just thought it was quite boring. Anyway, now you have spoken your mind. Then I will tell you what's in my mind too. I hate you and I hate being your secretary. The last thing I want to see every day is your face. I don't want to talk to you or stand next to you. Even every day when I come to work, I have to prepare myself mentally for ten minutes--" When he said this, he saw that He Songgao's face suddenly became very distorted, as if someone had pinched his most vulnerable seven inches.

- Why do you have to act like this? It's as if you are saying that you also have a heart. Roger blinked, and cold tears flowed down his cheeks and across his chin, flowing into the cold winter night.

"It's just right. If you had just said you hated me, we wouldn't have to force ourselves like this."