Original toffee

I'm one, literally.

I'm a cutie, literally.

In the eyes of others, I have a deceptive life - company, wealth, status, fame, education, talent, family background, appearance.

However, in my script, I did not cover 90.00% of the chain companies in the world. There is no perfect woman who loves flowers when everyone sees flowers, drives a car and sees a flat tire, who is pure, beautiful, cute, excellent, kind and gentle. Not to mention casually throwing out a black card and stack of checks and instructing the assistant to buy me the land of xx and get rid of xxx for me without the courage and financial resources of the whole family.

All I have is a pile of documents that I can’t finish reading every day, a pair of parents who always urge me to go to work, a company who is afraid of me and waiting for me to support, and novels and TV dramas that I can’t finish.

Is this the so-called hang up? ? ?

It's not that I haven't tried spending time with beauties - but those girls are too ugly, tasteless and temperamental, I might as well go back and play black games.

Until one day, I was dragged to a gay bar.

Then I met a handsome guy.

He was a gentleman, and he wore a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, but he was wearing a motorcycle jacket. After drinking a cocktail, he accepted the invitation of the man who bought him a drink. As soon as he took off his glasses, the two of them crossed their shoulders and went together. On the dance floor, start, disco.

What a handsome eclectic guy.

Just a little bit worse than me.

The person who brought me to drink was a mentally retarded rich second generation who had just lost love. The reason for the breakup was his girlfriend—now his ex-girlfriend. He thought he was gay, not true love, and not his own prince charming, so he cheated and broke up.

If you ask me, there is no such thing as true love, isn't it all for fun, and they are all adults, so why be so hypocritical.

In short, it was this lovelorn idiot who pulled me over and asked me to witness whether he was gay or not.

Well, I don't know if he's gay or not, but there's a good chance I could be.

Two glasses of wine - I'm actually not bad at drinking, and the two glasses of wine are not high in alcohol, but I was just dizzy and stood up indistinctly.

When I woke up a little bit, there was a glass of Bloody Mary in front of me, and I held a crumpled note in my hand, already soaked in the sweat of my palm, and the handwriting slowly faded away.

Written on it is a name, a string of addresses, and a string of phone numbers. The handwriting is flamboyant, and it is as eclectic as the handsome guy I saw just now.

The brainless rich second generation looked at me in shock, with an expression on his face as if he was constipated.

I supported my aching head and asked him what's wrong, but he suddenly showed an ambiguous smile, pointed to the bar and pointed to the Bloody Mary in front of me: "He ordered it for you."

The eclectic handsome guy was sitting in front of the bar, looking at us all the time. When he saw me raise his head, he raised his glass of wine at me, showing a slightly sinister smile, and the gentleness on his face was washed away. clean.

I'm going to get someone's phone call?What did I do?

I suddenly had a bad feeling.

The rich second generation dragged me up and left, called a surrogate driver, and while waiting for the surrogate driver, he said to me: "Brother, I thought you were not a womanizer because you are really pure-hearted and want to become a monk. I thought you were a gay."

The cold wind blowing on my face gave me a splitting headache.

Why does this guy call me brother?If I had such a younger brother, I would definitely give him a slap first to make him think about what immoral things he has done.

But he really didn't know how to look at people's faces, so he continued on his own: "He is playing disco, you suddenly go up, drag him away, warn the people with him, and then stammered shyly and He asked for his name and phone address with a serious face."

"I thought you were going to have a date with someone, but you suddenly turned back."

"After you sat down, you stood up suddenly, walked over and told people that you were out of wine."

"then you……"

"Stop, stop." I interrupted him.

I don't want to hear it.

I have ventured to piece together a horrible fact.

I feel like I should slap myself.

What kind of immoral things are you doing?

No wonder he calls me brother.

Turns out we're all the same kind of people.

I suddenly realized.

Then I was sent home by him.

Then the next morning my doorbell rang.

I thought it was my mother and queen who came to order me to go on a blind date, or my father asked me to play golf with him—so I was so unkempt, without the image of a domineering boss, and opened the door of my house with my eyes closed.

However, it wasn't the queen mother or the emperor father who came.

But that eclectic handsome guy.

Hehe, it turns out that I not only asked for my contact information last night, but also gave my contact information to someone, so that he can come and hook me up if he has nothing to do. I really want to find a piece of tofu and beat myself to death.

After he entered the room, the corners of his mouth kept twitching, and it was obvious that he was trying to hold back a smile.

I glanced at him depressedly, then looked down at Pikachu's pajamas on myself: "Laugh if you want to laugh, besides, is it that funny?"

He hooked his lips, and when I walked over with the cup, he suddenly put my hat on his head: "These ears are quite cute."

Of course it is cute, I picked it myself, can it not be cute?

He said that he is a university professor in the Chinese Department, and he is 32 years old this year.

Ah, three years older than me.

But for a professor who was playing disco in the gay bar in the middle of the night, and casually talked provocatively, I couldn't help but pray for those college students.

He brought me a breakfast, helped me clean up the mess a little and left.

Because he said he has class in the morning.

I wanted to send him off, after all, he came here by taxi, but this handsome guy looked at the Pikachu pajamas that I hadn't changed, and laughed wantonly, so I became angry for a while, and kicked him out of the house.

Among other things, this man's mouth must have coaxed many lovers, and he has rich experience - if I hadn't seen more exaggerated ones, I would have been so coaxed that I didn't even go to the company, and followed him directly to school.

But... I didn't want to go to the company in the first place.

After thinking about it, I simply skipped work, explained some things about the company to the secretary, then cleaned myself up like a dog, booked a seat in a western restaurant, went to buy a bouquet of roses, and drove Go to his university and wait for him to finish class.

Really cheesy.I think.

Everything that follows is logical:

Eat, send him back to school, and I go to work.

Deliver breakfast, clean up, flirt, go back to class.

Eat, send him back to school, and I go to work.

This trip was repeated for a week, and finally one day, he said that the water pipe in the apartment he rented broke and he could not live in it temporarily.

So he moved into the guest bedroom of my villa.

So our itinerary changed again——

good Morning.

Eat breakfast.

Send him to school and I to work.

Eat together at noon - he comes to me or I go to him.

Go to school as an auditor or wait outside the meeting room for my meeting.

Go home to eat dinner.

Chasing TV series or writing lesson plans in the office or playing games together - what I asked for.

good night.

Go back to each room and sleep alone.

It's healthy and happy.

It was recently rumored in the company that their noble and glamorous CEO had a young lover, and the rumors were all over the place. There was nothing wrong with the logic, and it was basically in line with the facts.

But it is the truth.During the meeting, I openly deserted and looked out through a piece of one-way glass intentionally or unintentionally, while he was sitting on a chair outside the meeting room looking at his mobile phone, his profile was perfect.

As expected of the man I like, he's quite handsome, but he's a little worse than me.

uh-huh.

The queen mother has called twice to check the post again——since I parted ways from the gay bar and the stupid rich second generation, my respected and dear queen mother has checked the post every day, and the frequency is about three meals a day.

After I dealt with it with a few casual sentences, I looked up and saw him—this eclectic, handsome, and unrestrained professor, who had just taken a shower, was wearing my pajamas, and came out of the guest bedroom.

He passed behind me, but the smell of milk-flavored shower gel seemed to stay on me.

Uh-huh, the queen mother has been questioning whether I have done something to him, and I deeply feel that I really can't live up to the high expectations of the queen mother.

So I hooked my hands at him, and then reached out and grabbed his collar when he came over.

Ah, accidentally overexerted.

So he was forced to fall on me... So we two men who added up to nearly [-] kilograms fell on the sofa together.

So he got up.

So he picked me up.

Um?Pick me up?Why didn't I know that the gentle professor is still a handsome guy born with supernatural power? ? ?

The next morning—

"I called you sick," I said, standing by the bed, putting on my tie.

Lying on the bed, half asleep and half awake, he hummed at me in a nasal voice.

"There are medicines in the drawer, tell me what else you need, I'll buy them later, and I'll be back at noon." I gently touched his forehead with my lips, and asked intimately, "How is it, is it uncomfortable?"

He opened his eyes, and his thick double eyelids showed that he was sleepy - he gave me a sideways glance, and turned over reluctantly: "I'm fucked by you, hurry up and go to work."

"Alright." I replied with a grin, tucked the quilt up for him, and turned to go to work.