Chapter 51

Even when he went downstairs to change his clothes, He Songgao was still laughing. Roger really thought he was crazy and kept asking him if he was stimulated by something.

He Songgao held up his hands and said, "I think you are cute. I have never met anyone as cute as you."

"Cute?" Luo Jie seriously suspected that the word "cute" here was derogatory. "You didn't learn some weird jokes from the Internet. Of course I am cute, but I am cute in the literal sense. I definitely don't mean 'sb'."

"Sb?" This way of reading pinyin also made He Songgao think he was cute. "Don't worry, I definitely don't mean that."

He Songgao went to change his clothes, and Luo Jie sat on the sofa and waited, and by the way, he used the mobile phone memo to check if he had forgotten anything.

After a while, He Songgao came out.

Roger's eyes lit up. He Songgao was wearing a dark black suit today. It was the midnight black he had chosen. However, the black of this suit did not look monotonous. It looked a bit like a dress. There were some prints on it that could only be seen clearly when you looked closely. The fabric of the suit was a bit reflective, which was low-key yet dignified. This man always looked good in suits, but black looked best. Roger looked at him and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. But he swore that he was definitely looking at He Songgao with admiration. This was his CEO. He could kill all the CEOs, this CEO, and other ministers who were on the same stage with him in seconds. In other words, it was very impressive to take him out.

As the CEO's secretary, Roger was honored that He Songgao won the first "CEO Beauty Pageant". He couldn't help but stand up and applaud to express his congratulations to He Songgao: "Handsome, so handsome!" The light was so bright that it almost blinded his eyes!

He Songgao frowned and said from a distance: "Don't flatter me. Come here and help me tie my tie."

Roger then realized that he was holding a tie in his hand. However, the more he looked at it, the more familiar it looked - Roger opened his mouth wide and recognized it. Wasn't it the one he gave him? ! He was now certain that He Songgao had a mental problem, oh no, it was his aesthetic taste. Could it be that with all the intense fighting they had been doing these past few days, his always high aesthetic taste had also been lowered by himself? Roger couldn't bear to look at it: "Why are you wearing this tie? It's ugly."

"Is it ugly?" He Songgao picked up the tie in his hand, looked at it for a moment, and said, "I don't think it's ugly."

He walked closer and handed the tie to Roger: "Help me tie it."

"Oh."

Roger took the tie and took a step forward. As he got closer, he smelled the perfume on He Songgao's body, which was light and a little bitter, but fragrant. Roger liked this smell very much. For a while, he even wanted to ask He Songgao for a bottle to make a sleeping incense, but later gave up - this is the unique smell of the president. Once it appears, it means that the president is present in person, and he doesn't want him to be in his dreams. Luo Jie picked up the tie and compared it to He Songgao's chest. It was unexpectedly harmonious. Strange, could it be that he really made a mistake last time? It was really quite good-looking.

He raised his head and couldn't help but feel proud of his aesthetic taste many years ago: "It seems that my taste is still good. You actually took it out and wore it now. It's really a loss."

He Songgao lowered his head slightly and smiled: "Didn't you put it in there?"

"Uh..." Luo Jie remembered, sweat, almost forgot that he packed his luggage by himself, but, "I put more than one in there. Is it so difficult to admit that you like it?"

"I like it." He Songgao looked into his eyes and said.

"..." Luo Jie's face suddenly felt a little hot. Why did this person say such words with such eyes? His fingers were shaking a little, and he dared not look directly into He Songgao's eyes. In order to cover up this inexplicable psychological reaction, he shook out his tie and said in a rough voice, "Bend your head, I'll put on the tie."

"No." He Songgao stood still, not bowing his head, "I had a stiff neck last night, and my neck can't move. Please tiptoe."

"..." Is this true? Luo Jie looked at him suspiciously, "Why didn't you tell me just now?"

"I twisted it when I changed clothes, and the symptoms worsened." He Songgao said without blinking.

"Okay."

It didn't look like he was lying, so Luo Jie could only tiptoe and put the tie around his neck.

——But why were his hands shaking so much during such a simple action? Roger couldn't find the reason for his nervousness. If he had to, it was because He Songgao was staring at him without blinking. The president's gaze was quite oppressive. When Roger stood on tiptoe, his eyes were level with He Songgao's. For a moment, he felt a bolt of lightning shot out of He Songgao's eyes and hit his pupil. Roger's breath was choked and his heart skipped a beat.

His hands and feet were shaking a little. This short action seemed to slow him down ten times. He didn't dare to breathe. No, when did he hold his breath? It was just tying a tie. It's not like he had never tied one before. Why did he care so much?

The president must be too weird today. Yes, it's all his fault. Roger couldn't help but say, "You're really weird today. You're not going to have a fever and your brain is damaged, are you?"

He Songgao blinked and said innocently, "Weird? What's weird about it?"

Roger didn't have time to answer his question. While He Songgao was talking, he picked up his tie and circled it to tie a knot. He pulled the knot upwards with his hand -

"Ugh." He Songgao cried out softly, "Do you want to strangle me?"

Roger was startled and hurriedly pulled down the knot of his tie. After adjusting it to a comfortable position, he said, "Does it hurt? Sorry, I, I, I," he stammered, "I haven't helped others tie their ties for so long that I almost forgot how to do it."

He Songgao stared at him and pulled his tie down a little more: "It seems that I have to ask you to help me tie my tie more often in the future, otherwise your skills will be rusty and you will hit my Adam's apple with your tie like you did today."

"...I'm sorry." Luo Jie said guiltily, and touched He Songgao's Adam's apple with his hand. It seemed that it was indeed a little red. Oh my God, what did he do? "Does it hurt?" They are all men, and they know how painful it is to have the Adam's apple strangled, just like having the testicles strangled... cough cough, it is better to apologize honestly, "I'm sorry, I will pay attention next time." "

..." He Songgao coughed lightly, turned around and said, "It's okay, let me see how you tie it."

As he spoke, he walked towards the dressing mirror. Luo Jie followed him and asked nervously, "How is it?"

He Songgao looked around and said, "Not bad, it looks good." His tone was very satisfied.

Luo Jie finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It's ok as long as it's not crooked... You should tie it yourself next time."

"Why?"

"Well, it's more comfortable for you to tie it yourself." Luo Jie said, his eyes a little evasive, "Well, are you ready? We should set off soon."

He Song raised his watch and said, "It's only nine o'clock now. Didn't we agree to set off at half past ten?"

"Oh!" Roger remembered that the notice was indeed sent out like this... His face slowly became hot again. He seemed to really feel the process of his skin going from 37 degrees to 42 degrees, and even 50 degrees. No, why was he so strange today! Could it be that the food he ate this morning was poisonous! Feeling too embarrassed to face anyone, Roger now just wanted to run away. However, he didn't want to be too obvious and be noticed by He Songgao, so he also raised his hand to look at the watch, pretending to be calm and said, "Then I remembered wrongly, I thought it was nine o'clock. Well, I still haven't packed some things, I'll go back to the room to pack them up."

He Songgao looked at him dimly: "Didn't you just say that everything was packed?"

"I suddenly remembered that I forgot to take something." Roger couldn't pretend anymore, his face was getting redder and redder, almost cooked. "I'll call you when the time is up, I'm leaving first."

He turned around to leave, but his arm was grabbed by He Songgao. After entering the room, he took off his cotton coat and was now only wearing a suit and shirt. He Songgao's palm was very big and it completely encircled his forearm. He trembled all over and turned his head with composure: "What's wrong?"

He Songgao looked at him steadily, suddenly raised his other hand, touched his forehead, and said in confusion: "Why is your face so red? Fever again?"

"..." Roger really couldn't bear it anymore, goose bumps crawled all over his body. He quickly said, "It seems that it's really a little bit. I'll go back and measure it and take a fever-reducing pill. I'm leaving first!" Then he shook off He Songgao's hand, walked to the entrance in two steps, opened the door, walked out, and closed the door in one go.

When he came to the corridor and felt the slightly cool air, Roger breathed a sigh of relief.

What's going on! Did he really take the wrong medicine today!

The antipyretic must have expired! How terrible! He wanted to go out for some fresh air and cool down!

Back in the room, Roger quickly opened the window to let the cool air in. After a while, the temperature on his face finally dropped. Thinking back to the inexplicable scene just now, Roger was annoyed and extremely embarrassed. Oh my God, why did he blush in front of He Songgao! It must be those inexplicable topics in the morning. Don't talk about them next time. It's too scary.

After standing by the window for a while, he felt a little cold, so he closed the window and threw himself heavily on the sofa.

You should not think about anything at this time. Empty your mind and it will be fine in a while.

Facts proved that he was right to do so. Ten minutes later, those inexplicable feelings disappeared and he returned to his usual calm self.

There was still an hour before departure. Luo Jie checked his briefcase again to make sure that nothing was missing before he went to pack the clothes he had changed in the morning. The hotel has a laundry service. He called the waiter to come up and pick up the clothes, then turned on the computer to deal with a few emails. After doing all this, it was exactly ten past ten.

He planned to go downstairs and sent a WeChat message to remind He Songgao: "It's time to go downstairs."

He Songgao said: "Your coat is still here with me."

Luo Jie: "Then help me get it down."

No! He was startled. He was going to take a bus. There were many colleagues in the bus. He might bump into them on the way. It would be embarrassing if people saw the president holding his clothes. Luo Jie quickly picked up his phone and typed in a hurry: "Wait! I'll go to your room to get it. Wait for me!"

However, He Songgao did not reply. After a while, when Luo Jie was almost anxious, he finally replied. Luo Jie looked carefully and was shocked: "I'm already in the bus. Come find me."

Damn, you did it on purpose!