Chapter 69

It was already dark when he woke up. It

was 3:30 in the morning. He had slept for 12 hours. He was very hungry, but he didn't want to get up, so he just lay in bed until dawn. He sat up in a daze until he had to get up, cleaned himself up, and cooked some millet porridge.

While eating, he received a call from his mother. His mother had a loud voice. Roger simply put the phone on the coffee table: "I'm eating, mom, what's the matter?"

"You returned to China?" his mother said. There was a lot of chatter on the other end, probably some elderly activity.

"Well, didn't I tell you yesterday?"

"Then when will you go home?"

"After a while," he said, slurping a mouthful of hot millet porridge. "The package I bought for you hasn't arrived yet. I'll mail it to you when the time comes. Mom, I plan to quit my job and go home to take care of you and my dad in our old age."

"Oh!" His mother was stunned at first, then she laughed, "That's good! It just so happens that I've seen the girl I found for you last time. She's pretty, well-behaved, and a simple-minded person. She's just right for you!"

Roger was stunned: "Mom, I don't..."

"What did you say?" There was gongs and drums being played on the other end. His mother said something in a loud voice and hung up.

"I won't go on blind dates..." Luo Jie finished the rest of his words, and no one listened to him, so the words just fell to the ground.

The porridge was cold, and Luo Jie used a spoon to stir the bowl, and suddenly felt that everything was so boring.

Wo was a turtle at home for a few days, and Lulu kept sending WeChat messages asking him when he would go back, saying that she couldn't stand it anymore. Luo Jie was upset and thought that he would not go to this class anymore, and you would be the pillar in the future, so be strong. But he couldn't bear to be too rude to the girl, so pretending to be sick was the most effective way. He said to Lulu, "Sorry, but I broke my bone and can't go to work for the time being."

Lulu's panic could be felt through the screen: "Ah? You broke your bone? Oh my God, you should rest at home!"

"Yeah." The chat should have ended like this. But Roger didn't know what was going on, and his brain suddenly pulled, and he asked, "Is Mr. He in the office?" "

Yes. Do you have something to talk about with him?"

"..." Roger's heart was strangely a little itchy. Why should he talk to him? They didn't have anything to talk about. He said a few perfunctory words to Lulu, closed his phone, and began to think about a serious question: How to propose resignation so that He Songgao would accept it calmly and wish him a bright future. Two days

later, it seemed that it was time to report to the company. He Songgao suddenly sent him a message asking, "When will you come to work?"

Roger was adjusting the collar of his shirt. It was Sunday night. He thought that even the most unpromising turtle would stick its head out, so he decided to go to work on Monday. At this time, his phone rang. He picked it up. It was He Songgao. Suddenly, his brain made a loud "buzzing" sound, and he was stunned.

How should he reply? Say he would go to work tomorrow? But why did he ask himself specifically?

In just one minute, more than a hundred thoughts flooded into Roger's brain. Standing in his simple rental house, he seemed to have returned to the snowy Northern Europe. A pure white, snowy world, with two little people snuggling tightly together. His heart trembled, and his whole body felt numb as if it was electrified. That absurd night, he lost his mind, and he didn't know if it was He Songgao who was equally sober... Everything was too much for him to face. He fell on the sofa, trying hard to let his brain filter out those dirty thoughts and equally dirty pictures like a sieve.

He stared at the chat interface on the screen of his mobile phone. Except for the latest one, the chat record on it stopped at one night when He Songgao asked him if he wanted to eat fresh white salmon. He said excitedly, "Okay." Then the hotel sent a white salmon two-course meal, one sashimi and one pickled, each with its own flavor. But now. His rental house was dirty and not cleaned at all. There was a bucket of unfinished instant noodles on the coffee table.

How could a person experience two extremely contrasting lives in just one week?

It was like a dream.

Roger stared at his mobile phone, almost staring two holes in the iron phone with his eyes.

He must reply. He thought, otherwise what would He Songgao think.

So he waved his fingers and slowly typed: "Tomorrow."

Send it.

His heart moved with the prompt sound of successful sending.

He Songgao said: "Okay."

...That's it?

Roger felt incredible, just such a bland reaction? It seemed that he was just asking him out of politeness. Roger bit his lower lip, his whole heart was suddenly filled with loss.

Why was she so cold to him all of a sudden? She hadn't cared about him once since returning to China, and she didn't even care about his sprained foot, which he seemed to cherish before, even though she had been so nervous to put her hand into the ice bucket to relieve his pain. Roger suddenly felt bad, and he wondered what He Songgao thought of him. Was she just finding a man to travel with because she was too lonely, and then enjoying the feeling of playing with ambiguity?

- But is there ambiguity between them?

How can a man and a woman be ambiguous? It was nothing more than teasing with words and actions. A glance could melt the heart, and a coquettish voice could make the soul fly away. They, he and He Songgao, two men, what was there to be ambiguous about?

Even if it was ambiguous, it was He Songgao who started it. He was the one who took care of him tenderly in every way, treating him like a baby who had just learned to walk, and insisted on holding his hand - although I don't know what it's like when men fall in love, it's not much different from the opposite sex. They would also chat on their phones every day in a cheesy way, smile as soon as they saw each other, and have endless things to say. As long as they were close, they couldn't help but want to touch each other's skin, even if it was just holding hands...

Stop, stop! Roger grabbed the sofa cloth, his face flushed with these dangerous imaginations. He was ashamed at first, and then had some unreasonable panic. It was a very strange feeling, making him feel unsteady and out of his mind, as if he would turn into a balloon filled with hydrogen and fly into the sky at any time. He was restless, and then felt deeply wronged - everything was because of He Songgao, the culprit. If he had behaved himself, how could the two of them become like this?

I don't know why, or it was completely unconscious, he sent a WeChat message to He Songgao saying "You are so annoying".

When he regained consciousness and saw the four small words on the screen that seemed to be acting like a spoiled child, he suddenly felt bad. What on earth was wrong with him! Why would there be such a weird behavior? He was so upset that he quickly withdrew the message, but it was too late. He Songgao said, "I saw it."

He was stunned.

He Songgao's message popped up again: "What's wrong with you?"

Roger: "..." This, this is flirting. Or did he misunderstand? He bit his lower lip and wanted to cover his eyes, or just turn off his phone and ignore this annoying person. But he was probably really possessed and couldn't bear to leave this evil little screen that was meant to seduce him. He was struggling and thinking, should he reply? Or should he say that he sent the wrong message. Forget it, just pretend not to see it. Who knows what will happen if we continue chatting - are you so afraid of what will happen? Roger's brain CPU was overloaded and almost burned him out.

I might as well reply, he finally thought, be straightforward and make my attitude clear! Don't give him room for imagination, so Luo Jie held his breath, made up his mind, and typed directly: "I want to resign."

After sending this message, He Songgao didn't reply for a long time.

Luo Jie couldn't help but feel a little uneasy again. What was he thinking? Thinking about why he resigned? Isn't it obvious, because they had an extraordinary and seemingly perverted relationship-all of this is your fault. Luo Jie felt uneasy and blamed all the mistakes on He Songgao, and then stared at the dialogue box waiting for his reply.

After a while, He Songgao said: "I'll tell you when I come tomorrow."

Okay. Resignation should be said in person, and Luo Jie is mentally prepared for this.

Then let's go and tell it tomorrow.

He put away his phone, lingered on the sofa for a while, took a shower and went to bed.

The next day, he got up very early because he didn't sleep much and suffered from insomnia. As soon as he fell asleep, he had a lot of messy dreams. After being awakened by a dream again, he simply got up, took the opportunity to quickly tidy up his mood while washing, and then packed up and went downstairs.

It was snowing. It was not yet completely light, and there was a thin layer of snow on the ground in the community, which had not been trampled by people who got up early to go to work. Seeing such pure white snow, Roger's thoughts flew uncontrollably to the distant Northern Europe... He stood in the corridor for a while, turned back to the elevator, and drove to work.

The office was empty. Lulu and her colleagues had maintained the environment very well. It was dust-free and there was not a trace of clutter. Roger put away his things and went to the president's office as usual.

The familiar environment gave him some comfort in his empty and confused heart. He would just talk to him when he saw him later, saying that his resignation was not a whim, but a correct decision made after careful consideration and based on his life plan. As if his limbs had already produced muscle memory, he strictly followed the cleaning procedure he had set up before with an empty mind, first tidying up his desk, then the coffee table, bookshelf, fish tank, green plants, and finally the bathroom.

It didn't take much effort, because He Songgao was a cleanliness freak, and he took better care of the office environment than anyone else.

After doing all this, he returned to his workstation, turned on his computer, and dealt with the piled up emails.

At eight o'clock, Lulu arrived first. When she saw Luo Jie, she was stunned at first, and then shouted in surprise: "Secretary Luo? You're back!" She stepped on her high heels and walked to Luo Jie, looking him up and down excitedly, "Is your fracture healed? Where is it broken? Let me see."

Luo Jie shook his foot under the table and said, "I sprained my ankle, but it's healed now, don't worry."

"That's great." Lulu breathed a sigh of relief, and then showed him a wronged look, "You're finally here, Qinqin and I have been busy these days!"

"Thank you for your hard work." During the time when he and He Songgao were away, the president's office was indeed very busy. The company had to operate as usual even when the boss was away. Some documents that had to be processed could only be transferred online. There was a six-hour time difference between Europe and China, so it was naturally not as convenient as being in the same time zone. Lulu came in, put her bag away, and complained to Luo Jie. The two chatted for a while, and Qinqin also came. Luo Jie took out the perfume he bought for them in Europe and said, "Thank you for your hard work during this time. This is a gift for you."

"Wow!" The two assistants exclaimed and couldn't wait to open the bag. "It's perfume! Secretary Luo, you are so nice!" They huddled together and muttered, discussing which of the two scents they should take.

Luo Jie walked away and went to the tea room to make coffee.

After changing to new coffee beans, which were a bit sour, Luo Jie carried the coffee cup back to his workstation. He unexpectedly met He Songgao on the way. He was shocked and almost threw the cup and the water into He Songgao's face.

"!" Why are you here so early today! He was caught off guard and had no time to react!

The road was blocked. He Songgao frowned and looked him up and down: "Where are you going?"

"I, I," Luo Jie stammered, almost unable to find his tongue, "I'm going to the bathroom!" He turned around and walked towards the bathroom. Halfway through, he realized something was wrong. Damn, why am I going to the bathroom with a cup of coffee! His face turned blue and white, and he stood there hesitating for a moment, then turned around pretending to be calm.

He Songgao stood there, looking at him with a smile.

"..." Luo Jie's face turned red like a shrimp in boiling water, "I forgot, I went to the toilet and forgot to take the toilet paper!"

Damn, what kind of lame excuse is this! Do employees have to pay for the toilet paper after Kaihua opened the door to wipe their butts? Luo Jie wanted to kill himself. But things have come to this point, he can only pretend to be calm, "Well, I have hemorrhoids, I need to use special wet tissues to wipe my butt." This sentence is also a side note to He Songgao, I have hemorrhoids, I can't be a homosexual, you should find a man with a normal butt.

"..." He Songgao was strangely silent for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "Take good care of your butt. Come to my office later."

"Oh." Is it okay not to go? But before he could finish this sentence, He Songgao walked away with his long legs.

Roger watched him push the door and walk into the president's office, and breathed a sigh of relief.