old man

Qi Zheng thought, he admitted the wrong person again, he won't bear it any longer.

But looking at the sad look of the old man, he felt so bored.

It was as if there was another him in the body, feeling heartache for these words.

The old man was apologizing to him, but not to him.

Qi Zheng squatted down and looked at the old man: "Do I look that much like him?"

The old man nodded, and Qi Zheng said in a low voice: "Don't say I don't like men, it's already too much for you to treat me as someone else."

The old man grabbed Qi Zheng's cuff, tears kept coming, and he said intermittently: "I said it two years ago...you are you, not someone else, and you always don't listen. You don't remember anything now, or Care about this matter. I was wrong."

Qi Zheng sighed, feeling that the younger brother's hurdle would be too much to pass.

No matter what he said, the old man regarded him as that younger brother.

He pulled back his sleeves, stood up, and said condescendingly: "You and I have only met once, and there is no need to say goodbye, so I won't say goodbye."

This time he left, the old man didn't stop him again.

Although Qi Zheng said such things, when he occasionally passed by the bus stop, he still often took a look.

The old man was blown over lightly like a seed.

No weight, no defense.

Just let him come naturally and take root.

Then, a week later, they met again.

An old man in a suit and leather shoes, carrying a briefcase, appeared in their company.

Qi Zheng is regarded as a young boss here. His father has a lot of black money and needs the company to launder the money.

This company was opened in the name of Qi Zheng, and if something happened, he probably wouldn't be able to run away.

But Qi Zheng is his father's son, so he can't just ignore him.

What's more, he had a car accident two years ago and was almost paralyzed, and his father didn't give up on him.

One of the reasons why Qi Zheng didn't believe in old men was that there were indeed no old men in his past memories.

He was brought up by his mother since he was a child, and then went abroad to be gilded. His childhood memories are so good that he obeyed his father's words and was determined.

This time there was a project that needed translation, and the appearance of the old man surprised Qi Zheng.

The old man was introduced by a reliable employee and has strong professional skills.

But the translator who came to the interview was not just an old man.

On the way, Qi Zheng went out to drink coffee, and he bumped into an old man in the tea room.

He looked at the person up and down and raised his eyebrows: "It's quite decent."

The old man tugged on his tie and smiled shyly.

Qi Zheng's eyes fell on his tie: "The style is good."

The old man looked at him softly: "You gave it."

Qi Zheng: "..." He is too lazy to scold him now.

He crushed the disposable cup and threw it in the trash.

Who knew that the old man blocked the door and wouldn't let him go out.

Qi Zheng frowned, trying to make the old man back away automatically with his momentum.

Unexpectedly, the old man took the courage to pull his tie and touch his lips.

This time Qi Zheng didn't dodge it, but he didn't respond either. The more the old man kissed, the more frustrated he became. Finally, he let go of him and fell silent.

Qi Zheng showed his thick white teeth: "Are you addicted to molesting me?"

The old man wiped his lower lip with his thumb, and said indifferently: "It's okay..."

Qi Zheng ground his teeth, and then pinched the old man's waist fiercely.

An hour later, the old man received a notification that the interview was successful.

He touched the bruise on his waist and gasped.

It's like suffering from an eclectic unspoken rule.