Chapter 37

Roger took out the prepared cake, which was a small strawberry tart, covered with a layer of silver-like icing. The president didn't like desserts, so Roger picked one he liked to avoid wasting it later.

He put the cake on the table, inserted the candles, and lit them: "Make a wish quickly, and then blow out the candles."

He Songgao sat still.

Roger urged him: "Hurry up."

He Songgao had no choice but to move forward and blow out the candles with a whoosh.

"Hey you..." Roger wanted to say that you haven't made a wish yet, but it was too late. He complained, "Can't you cooperate? You have to make a wish on your birthday."

"There's nothing to wish for." He Songgao said.

"That's right, don't you have what you want?" Roger said, sounding a little weird.

"What did I say wrong again?" He Songgao frowned slightly, "I just don't want to make a promise, so stupid."

Wow, this guy will actually explain his behavior one day! Luo Jie looked at him as if he was looking at Xin Dalu: "Who are you? Why don't you look like the, uh, domineering president I know?"

He Songgao snorted coldly and said unhappily: "Who asked me to be nice to him?"

Luo Jie was stunned, as if he really didn't treat him so badly these days. He didn't hit him, didn't sneer at him, and even rarely gave him that gloomy look. Has he really changed his personality? Luo Jie couldn't believe it: "You are not planning any big moves."

"You think too much." He Songgao sneered.

Still can't let down your guard, after all, a dog can't change... Uh, Roger quickly stopped this seemingly insulting thought. After all, the X-ray Eyes is one of the skills possessed by the president, and Roger doesn't want his thoughts to be decoded by him and then face a cruel and inhumane revenge. He picked up the washed knife and started to cut the cake, and suddenly remembered something, oh no, his candle!

He looked to the side, fortunately, the font just began to appear, which scared him to death, and he almost thought the words were burned!

So he put down the knife, cleared his throat, and said, "You know, a long time ago I made a gift for you."

He Songgao paused for a moment: "When?"

"It was many years ago." Roger said, thinking that their friendship had been going on for a long time, and time had passed so quickly. "At that time, I had just become your secretary. I did a very bad job and was hit hard. You specially comforted me, which touched me so much that I made a gift for you..." Unfortunately, he forgot about it later.

"What gift?"

Roger stood aside, turned the candle around, and pushed it to him: "This is it."

The thing that was once buried inside now saw the light of day again. The candlelight flickered in the glass cup, and in the middle of a pool of yellow wax, two lines of small handwritten words lay quietly inside: "Alvis, happy birthday, happy every day."

He Songgao looked at this "unique" birthday gift and didn't say anything for a while.

"How is it? Are you very moved?" Roger said with a smile.

He Songgao raised his head and stared at him quietly, and didn't say anything at first. Luo Jie waited for a while, and was a little impatient. He Songgao finally spoke: "It's hard for you to have such a heart."

"What you said, I have always had it." Luo Jie sat down and looked at him complainingly, "I have always been very good to you, but you treat me so badly that I sometimes don't want to be nice to you."

"You." He Songgao's face was a little angry, "You are so heartless, when have I ever been bad to you?"

"Then tell me how you treat me well."

"..."

"You can't tell me." Luo Jie crossed his arms and stared at him with his eyes dimly: "Or is it that you are too good to me and only you know it?"

He Songgao remained silent.

Luo Jie said: "I won't bother with you about these. Anyway, you should be nice to me in the future, otherwise I will be really angry and the consequences will be very serious."

"How do you want me to treat you well?" He Songgao said.

"Hmm..." Roger thought about it, he couldn't ask for too much, as it would make him look greedy, so he first made a request that he thought was reasonable, "Can you lend me your car? I haven't driven such a luxurious car before. Although a car is a man's wife, your wife is usually driven by someone else (the driver), so it's okay to lend it to me."

"I remember you drove it before and rear-ended it." He Songgao said, looking at Roger thoughtfully.

"...Why do you always remember such unimportant things." Roger was extremely embarrassed. It was an accident and both drivers were out. He could only pretend to be the driver temporarily. As a result, He Songgao's car started too fast and he lost control of it, and crashed into the car in front with a bang. "And I handled it very well, didn't I? I called a taxi for you and let you go first. I contacted the insurance company myself to come and handle it. It didn't delay your trip at all."

"Barely qualified." He Songgao smiled.

"Life is full of surprises. Learn from your mistakes. And I haven't rear-ended anyone since that time."

"That's because no one dares to let you drive."

"Well... I think we can stop talking about this." Roger looked at the two beautiful and cool Jianlu on the table and said, "You can also share your teacup with me. There are exactly two. We can each have one. Let me use your tea table to make tea occasionally."

"I remember that you often use my tea table?" He Songgao exposed him mercilessly again.

"..." Oh, right, I almost forgot that he often secretly used He Songgao's tea table and tea sets to make tea, and was caught by He Songgao several times. But it's not a big deal. The president can't argue with him about it. "Then I want to use it openly, okay?"

"...Whatever you want."

Roger picked up the two teacups unconsciously. The two teacups looked too similar and it was impossible to tell which was which with the naked eye. Since each of them had one, they had to be distinguished to avoid confusion. Although he didn't mind, the president had a cleanliness obsession, so it was better to distinguish them. He remembered that there was a special ceramic marker in the storage room, which came in handy at this moment. He went to get the pen, thought about it, and wrote a small "1" under He Songgao's cup with the pen. When he was about to write "2" on his own cup, he suddenly felt that the number 2 was not very good. It made him look like an idiot and unlucky. So he changed his pen and wrote a "0" on the bottom of the cup.

"Look, 1 is you, 0 is me, don't get them mixed up." Luo Jie held a cup in one hand, with the cup's butt facing He Songgao, and said seriously.

He Songgao: "...Haha, you are really talented."

After dinner and birthday, Luo Jie accompanied He Songgao to work overtime for a while, and the two took the elevator downstairs together.

"I'll take you there," He Songgao said.

"Yeah," Luo Jie said with a smile, "President, you are really a good president in my heart."

Before they even went out of the door, they saw snow. It was heavy snow, and the sky and the earth were white. There were almost no cars or people passing by the open space at the door. It was like a huge carpet, fluffy.

Luo Jie rushed out and shouted in surprise: "Wow! It's snowing!"

He Songgao slowly caught up and stood beside Luo Jie: "Yeah."

Luo Jie turned around and suddenly felt a little emotional: "I remember that I went out with you many times and saw snow." He paused and said, "We have experienced many winters together."

"Seven years." He Songgao said without hesitation.

To be precise, the seven years are almost over and we are about to enter the eighth year.

That year, at the end of summer, Luo Jie and He Songgao met. They experienced a lot together and had many fragmented memories. Although they were separated for a short time, it seemed that they had never been apart and had always been good friends. Although this friend was a little weird, it was also a special kind of warmth to have such a person in the boring life.

Roger took a step forward and used his palm to catch the fluttering snowflakes: "That's great. Although you're a bit difficult to get along with, we've been together for such a long time." He laughed, thinking that He Songgao would no longer be angry after saying this, "It's really a miracle."

He Songgao said beside him: "You are short-sighted. There are many friends like you."

"Are you saying I'm short-sighted again?" Roger snorted, "If you ask me, we can get to where we are now thanks to my good temper and tolerance. Otherwise, no one would stay with you for more than three months, let alone seven years."

"Ha."

"What are you talking about? Are you looking for someone else to be your secretary?"

Roger walked to the bottom of the steps, and He Songgao looked down at him: "Are you not resigning?"

"Hmm..." Luo Jie touched his nose, "Well, can the words said during the quarrel count?"

"So, you hated me just because you were angry?"

"Ahem." Luo Jie felt even more embarrassed. Thinking back to the conversation that day, it really seemed like two elementary school students who were not in their right mind. "Sometimes I hate you, but who calls you my boss? It's normal to hate your boss. It's just temporary. Don't worry, as long as you don't bully me like before, I won't consider resigning. After all, I have been following you for so long, I'm used to it, and I can't imagine what it would be like to work for someone else... So, if what I said last time made you sad, I'm sorry, I won't do it next time."

He Songgao put his hands behind his back, tilted his head slightly, and a warm smile flashed in his eyes: "So good today?"

"Hey, it's weird for you to say that." Luo Jie felt a little uncomfortable. "You don't think of me as your son, do you?"

"..."

"It's not a good habit to be a father to anyone casually." Luo Jie whispered.

He Songgao's expression was distorted for a moment, but soon returned to normal. "Then how long do you plan to stay with me?"

Maybe the atmosphere today was too good, unlike the previous times when they were together, Luo Jie felt that he seemed to have touched He Songgao's true heart. On impulse, he said, "When you no longer need me."

A car whistle sounded in the distance, breaking the silence of the winter night. He Songgao looked at Luo Jie for a long time without responding. This almost staring look made Roger feel a little uncomfortable. He took a step forward and wanted to step onto the stairs: "That..." Who knew that his foot slipped and he almost fell off the stairs.

He Songgao was quick-witted and quick-handed. He grabbed Roger's hand and pulled him back.

Roger only felt a strong pulling force pulling him towards He Songgao, and then they bumped into each other. Roger lay in He Songgao's arms with one hand around his waist.

Roger: "..." So embarrassing. But He Songgao smelled so good, and it was that kind of perfume with a bit of bitterness. The smell was cold from a distance, but it was a warm smell when you got close. It was really fragrant.

"What are you doing, trying to take advantage of me?"

He Songgao's voice rang in his ears, with a strong presence. Luo Jie got goosebumps all over his body. He left He Songgao's embrace and said nervously, "Don't talk nonsense. How can I take advantage of you? I don't like men! If you want to take advantage of someone, you should take advantage of me."

"Haha." He Songgao laughed, not the cold and weird laugh he used to have, but a laugh from the heart. His eyes were also curved, like two crescent moons.

Luo Jie was stunned.

"Why are you looking at me?" He Songgao said, raising his eyebrows.

Luo Jie reacted and his heart skipped a beat, "Nothing. By the way, where's Lao Chen? Why hasn't he come yet?"

"Right away, go to Dongcheng to help me with something."

"Oh." After Luo Jie finished speaking, he realized that something seemed to be wrong. He held something in his hand, warm, hot, and a little hard. After a moment, he realized that it was He Songgao's hand! He was stunned for a moment and said, "Why are you holding my hand?"

"Huh?" He Songgao raised his hand and shook it, "You are holding me."

Oh my god! Luo Jie shook He Songgao's hand away like throwing away garbage, and stammered, "I must have been scared just now! I definitely didn't mean it!"

"Oh." He Songgao said, with a little smile on his face, "Let go earlier next time, otherwise I will mistakenly think you have some thoughts about me."

"How is it possible?!" Luo Jie was almost scared to death, covering his heart and running three meters away from He Songgao, "Don't slander me, I'm a straight man! A hardcore straight man!"

"I know, you don't have to keep emphasizing it."

A car drove in and stopped at the intersection. He Songgao said, "The car is coming, let's go."

"...Oh."

The snow was still falling, getting heavier and heavier. He Songgao raised his hand and covered Luo Jie's head until he got on the car.

This is the third time, he thought, it's a pity that this idiot doesn't know anything.