Chapter 50

It was almost eleven o'clock when we arrived at the hotel. Colleagues were calling in the group chat to go out for a midnight snack.

Luo Jie was staying alone this time. He opened the window curtain and looked out. It was still raining. Just looking at it made him feel damp and cold. Someone tagged Luo Jie in the group chat and asked him if he was going. Luo Jie said, "I'm not going. You all should eat more."

Just after he sent the message, He Songgao sent a message: "Are you hungry?"

Luo Jie: "No." He had eaten some snacks on the plane. He was not hungry at all now, but he was sleepy and wanted to sleep. He said this to He Songgao, and He Songgao said, "Good night." He didn't reply again.

Tomorrow morning, all the staff will rest in the hotel, and in the afternoon, they will go to an international conference center to sign a cooperation agreement. Luo Jie thought that he had to go with them this time, and he carefully selected tomorrow's clothes in the room in the middle of the night. Some of his clothes were bought by himself, and some were customized with He Songgao using the clothing fee. However, his customization was cheaper and they were all basic styles. There was a plaid suit that he liked very much, and he would only take it out when attending important occasions.

After matching his own clothes, he asked He Songgao: "Are you ready for tomorrow's clothes?"

He Songgao: "Yes.

" "Is it the one I chose for you?"

"Yes."

So good. Oh no, so obedient... No, Roger was sweating, so he should be really cooperative! So his job is actually quite easy to do.

But he was still worried, so Roger said, "I'll help you check it tomorrow, wait for me in the room."

"Okay."

He slept very well that night. The room was very quiet, not close to the street, and there was almost no noise. He got up early in the morning, took care of himself first, and then went to He Songgao's room to help him take care of it.

The room that He Songgao stayed in this time was more upscale, a garden-style building, with a living room on the first floor, a bedroom on the second floor, and a semi-open sky garden. Outside was the Rhine River, and you could see ships sailing slowly by.

Roger sat on the soft sofa and breathed the fresh morning air. It was a sunny day today. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Cologne was warmer than Munich. The sun was rising, and the warm sunlight shone down, dispelling the cold of the severe winter.

He Songgao passed by the garden with clothes in his hand, frowned and said, "Are you well from your cold? Don't be outside in the cold wind."

"I'm wearing a cotton jacket." It wasn't cold at all, and Roger didn't want to move. "Call the hotel and ask them to send breakfast up. It's not bad for us to have breakfast here."

"You are so self-conscious." He Songgao snorted coldly, "There is a phone next to you, call it yourself."

Roger then realized that there was a phone on the low table next to the sofa. He picked it up and called the front desk to ask them to send breakfast up.

After hanging up the phone, Luo Jie said, "I don't know what you want to eat, so I ordered something casually."

"I heard it." He Songgao said.

It's still early, so there's no rush. He Songgao came over with a blanket in his hand: "Cover your legs."

"You're so nice." Luo Jie said with emotion, "I used to take care of you, but I didn't expect that today... no, you've been taking care of me so often recently. I feel that I'm not doing my job as a secretary."

"It's the same." He Songgao said.

This really doesn't sound like something a president would say. However, according to the secretary industry he is in, it is actually very common for bosses to take care of secretaries. After all, they are superiors and subordinates, but in fact they are more like close partners. The two of them are together day and night, and it is easy to develop a relationship outside of work, for example, a relationship of communicating in bed... Uh, no, this is prejudice! It's a stereotype! There are also very pure relationships among colleagues. For example, an old secretary he knew eventually became a relative of the boss’s family. During festivals, the boss would visit his home and bring gifts for the children...

Oh, Roger, how can you have such impure thoughts now! How can you insult yourself and your boss like this... He wiped the sweat off his forehead and stood up: "Is breakfast not ready yet? I'll go down and take a look."

"What's the hurry?" He Songgao sat very steadily on the sofa, "Sit down and chat."

"..." Roger sat down reluctantly, "Talk about anything."

"Anything is fine." He Songgao said, "Are your parents okay recently?"

"?" Roger looked at him, feeling puzzled, "They're fine. They go to the senior citizen activity center in the community every day, either playing cards or dancing. Recently, they also joined the senior citizen choir and performed a charity show in the neighboring community... Why are you asking this?" They never cared about me before.

"It's the boss's duty to care about employees."

"Come on, why didn't you care before, but now?" Roger paused, and suddenly had a bad feeling, "You're not going to send me to Germany to stay permanently, are you? I don't want to, I'll resign."

"You think too much." He Songgao laughed, "Sending you to Germany requires me to come too."

That's right. Roger put his heart back in his stomach: "Can you please stop scaring me like this."

"I remember that you are the only child in your family?" He Songgao said, really casually as if chatting, "Didn't your parents urge you to get married and have children?"

"Of course they did. But I'm not in a hurry. Now is the time to work hard for my career." Roger became more and more suspicious as he spoke. What's going on? Could it be that he is finally going to be promoted? Is He Songgao so kind... No, does he trust his ability so much? "Don't worry, I will definitely not step into the grave of marriage in the short term. Besides, even if I have a family, I will not neglect my work."

"Oh." He Songgao said, with no emotion other than indifference on his face.

Luo Jie's state at the moment can be described in four words, that is, sitting on pins and needles, "What exactly do you want to say? Do you want to fire me? Or transfer me to another department - it's not because of this business trip that I accidentally had a fever, so you think I can no longer be competent for the job of the president's secretary?"

He Songgao laughed, and said for his silly words: "You are quite good at thinking. I said I just care about you. Can't we talk about other topics besides work?"

"...Is that so." Luo Jie still felt something was weird, "You want to talk, but tell me about your family relationship first, do you have a bad relationship with your family?"

"..." He Songgao was silent for a while, and said, "How do you know?"

"Even a blind man can see it. You seldom go home throughout the year, and you rush back to work overtime after the Spring Festival. To be honest, you don't have that much work to deal with." Luo Jie said frankly, and looked at He Songgao cautiously, "Don't get me wrong, it doesn't matter if the relationship is not good, it will always be better in the future..." No, what on earth are you talking about? Luo Jie was speechless about himself.

"You misunderstood." He Songgao was not angry. He explained patiently, "It's not that the relationship is bad, it's that I have been independent since I was a child. I went abroad to study alone at the age of thirteen, and rarely went home. I was used to living alone. And I ran away from home before I graduated from high school. My parents were very angry and said they would cut off ties with me. They didn't care about me during those years. My two brothers took care of me. But they didn't understand homosexuality. They always asked me to see a psychiatrist, saying that I left home too early, which led to psychological problems and this tendency."

Luo Jie opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

After He Songgao finished speaking, he stared at him silently. Luo Jie felt a little scared. The president rarely said so much at once. He didn't respond. Did it seem that he didn't take it seriously? The president's true feelings were revealed. Roger pondered it in his mind first, and then said cautiously: "It seems that there is something wrong with the feng shui of Britain, which made you change your ways as soon as you went there..."

"..." He Songgao was speechless, "Sometimes I wonder if you have ever been educated."

"Of course I have!" Roger almost jumped up, "I am an educated one! Don't look down on me. I don't know whether I should say some things. Are you sure you won't be angry if I say it?"

"Say it." He Songgao said briefly.

"That..." Roger looked at his expression, intending to shut up as soon as he turned away. "Haven't you ever thought that it's really your own problem? I'm not talking about your sexual orientation. I've checked it before. It might be a genetic problem. You might be born a homosexual. I'm talking about your personality. I haven't forgotten your arrogant expression when I first met you. Maybe you think that no one in the world is worthy of your attention. And you always ignore me, belittle me, and later just ignore me. Even when I became your secretary, I still felt that you were fickle. You would take it out on me when you were unhappy, which made me scared every day. I don't know how I offended you."

His eyes were too resentful, and he was a little worried about saying the wrong thing. Bad temper... He Songgao never denied this, but temper cannot be changed overnight. It takes time to get over it.

Seeing that he remained silent, Luo Jie couldn't help but reflect on whether he had said too much. It seemed that he had said this before. Why did he bring it up again? Luo Jie was upset in his heart. Who would be happy to be picked on for shortcomings? He raised his hands and begged for mercy: "I'm sorry, I don't mean to say anything bad about you. A boss really shouldn't be so approachable, and should keep a certain distance from employees... and personality is also related to the environment in which you grew up. I feel that my family is quite happy, so my personality is relatively cheerful and carefree. You left home when you were young, and had conflicts with your family because of your sexual orientation. You lacked a sense of security and did not receive enough care, which led to your current, uh, complicated personality... What, did I say something wrong?" Seeing that He Songgao's expression was a little bad, he immediately shut up.

"You're right." He Songgao looked at him and smiled, "You are quite smart sometimes."

"...What do you mean sometimes? I've always been smart, but I don't use my intelligence in the right place." To be precise, his IQ drops when it comes to things related to He Songgao. He is obviously very efficient at work. I really don't know what went wrong.

The doorbell rang, and breakfast was here.

We continued chatting while eating breakfast. Roger glanced at He Songgao several times, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"What do you want to say?" He Songgao used a dinner knife to spread butter on the bread without even looking at Roger, "Just say it."

Damn, what kind of look is that? He can even find out that I'm peeking. Roger's heart skipped a beat, and he said carefully, "Well, didn't your family force you to get married?"

"Who should I marry?" He Songgao thought it was a little funny, "I will only marry a man, they all know that."

"Then, your family is quite open-minded."

"There's no way." He Songgao said sarcastically.

"So, you've dated so many men, but you've never thought about marrying them?"

"Have I dated a lot of people?" He Songgao tilted his head slightly and looked at Roger with an inquiring look, "Have you counted them for me?"

"I haven't counted... but there are a few I know of, ahem, you're not just playing around, are you?"

"No." He Songgao said, "I'm serious about relationships."

Roger couldn't hold back any more, "What do you mean serious? Aren't you ashamed to say that? I saw you and, whoever it was, kissing in a restaurant."

"Oh." He Songgao remembered that time, "It's just a date, isn't it normal to kiss. Don't you kiss on a date?"

"I--" Roger's face turned red, and his mouth puffed up like a pufferfish, "Of course I kissed you! But at least not in public, just, just that."

"You suddenly barged in without knocking," He Songgao said. Thinking of his look that time, he found it funny. It seemed that he was very innocent--oh, probably because he was a virgin.

"Who knew you were so open-minded!" Roger said gritting his teeth, "Anyway, we heterosexuals are not like that."

"As a virgin, you should stop representing others."

"Damn it! I'm not a virgin!" Roger almost threw the fork in his hand, "Where did you come to this conclusion?"

"If it's not, then it's not. Why are you reacting so strongly?"

"...Can you be a little more reserved? Who would talk about this while eating?" Roger poked the soft bread and whispered.

"How old were you when you had sex? With whom?" "

!" Roger almost couldn't control himself and threw the fork at He Songgao's face, "You did it on purpose! I have the right not to answer this question!" "

." He Songgao held back his laughter and said, "Okay, let's not talk about it. Let's eat."

After a while, Roger didn't know what was going on, and his brain suddenly pulled, and he asked He Songgao: "Are you on top or on the bottom?"

He Songgao paused in cutting the salmon and said seriously: "I'm 1."

"Oh." Roger certainly knew what 1 meant. Although it was a bit wrong to think so, he still subconsciously tightened his anus, "It's more comfortable to be 1."

"Why, do you want to try it?"

Roger didn't change his expression, but his hand holding the fork was shaking slightly: "Haha, there's no need for that, I'm a straight man."

"Oh." He Songgao didn't comment on this, and suddenly said, "In fact, being a 0 is more comfortable, I wonder if you are interested."

With a "click", the fork in Roger's hand finally fell. His face was distorted, and he looked at He Songgao almost angrily: "Enough, I'm not interested in this topic. Have you finished eating? If you're done, go downstairs and change your clothes."

"Haha." He Songgao finally couldn't help it, threw away the knife and fork and laughed, and even shook his shoulders, "You are the one who asked the question, what's wrong with me answering your question?"

Luo Jie was stunned. Looking at He Songgao's rare cheerful laughter, he seemed to be in disbelief and murmured, "My God, are you finally crazy?"