My Pill That Attracts Special People

When Qi Qingyue went to the boiling water room to pour water, he heard the most nosy people in the office discussing today's affairs with coffee.

When these people saw him coming, they didn't shy away from it. They took him as air and continued to cover their lips and chuckle.

Qi Qingyue walked slowly on purpose, and didn't hear anything, but it must be about Mo Cheng and the director.

He was a little proud, because if nothing else, he manipulated all of these behind the scenes. As long as he thought about it, he would make a wish to make himself suddenly rich when he went back, and then he bought this stupid company, and finally surrounded by a lot of bodyguards and assistants. Tuxia often comes to inspect this office.

That feeling is called comfort.

Qi Qingyue went back to the office with such a strong mood, but he didn't expect to meet yesterday's mixed-race man in the toilet, the department manager and others walking towards him as soon as he walked to the door.

The nickname Toilet Man was naturally given to him by Qi Qingyue in his own heart. In fact, Toilet Man is very good-looking, just like all mixed races, with thick eyebrows, handsome to the point of bursting with hormones, and a pair of light blue eyes that look like the sea , thick and slightly curled eyelashes, high nose bridge, light lip color.

The man just walked around casually, like a top male model who just came out of a magazine, with his own aura, and behind him were several department managers who were not as tall as his shoulders, this man stood out from the crowd.

Qi Qingyue didn't dare to walk in front of the group of bosses, so he turned halfway and stopped at the window, put his coffee on the window sill, pretending to look at the scenery outside.

Who knew that footsteps could be heard immediately behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw the half-race man stretching out his hand from behind him to take away the coffee he put on the window sill...

Qi Qingyue was stunned, and his eyes under the black-rimmed glasses quickly glanced at the other party, who happened to collide with the eyes of the mixed-race man, the other party was smiling, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, the mixed-race man took his cup away, returned to the place where a bunch of department managers were standing and said, "Okay, I probably understand the situation, and a special person will come to take over this afternoon, no accidents." , there will be no personnel changes."

Manager Zhang from the finance department kept smiling just right and said, "That would be the best, Mr. Du, we have booked a restaurant..."

The mixed-race man named Mr. Du said while drinking coffee: "No need, I still have an appointment, you go." He was clearly talking to various managers, but his eyes seemed to be fixed on Qi Qingyue, who stood upright. In the same place, at a loss, I don't know if I should say something now.

Finally, the man raised a disposable cup to him, waved his hand and left.

The remaining Qi Qingyue was stared at by the department managers with subtle eyes for the first time. Of course he understood what the bosses were thinking, but he really didn't know this Du guy at all.

Afterwards, Qi Qingyue was naturally called by Director Chang, with an expression of 'you are hiding something', and said, "Xiao Qi, do you know Mr. Du?"

Qi Qingyue shook his head and said, "No."

Director Chang and the manager were very suspicious, but they also thought it was normal. An old man who had not made any achievements in the financial department for several years, if there was any background that was brought out 800 years ago, why wait until now?

Director Chang immediately returned to his previous attitude, casually waved at Qi Qingyue and said, "That's right, go ahead."

Qi Qingyue lowered his head, twitched the corners of his mouth, hurried back to his desk, and only then carefully recalled what happened just now.

He noticed that the man deliberately drank from the place where he had bitten the rim of the paper cup...

Doesn't seem to dislike it at all...

His face is a little hot, and he always feels that this kind of thing has a little bit of ambiguity and sexual hints, but these should have nothing to do with him.

The more Qi Qing couldn't figure it out, then he didn't want to think about it anymore, and he didn't want to be affectionate.

Maybe it was just a prank?

Just like when he was in college, other people's pranks on a whim are just on a whim, without any hint at all. If he was in a novel, he would be a trick at most, so why should he demand sudden attention from others?

His mind gradually cooled down, and he only began to look forward to getting off work in the afternoon.After all, everything doesn't mean much to him now, as long as his wishing jar is real, what else is he afraid of?

He doesn't have to be afraid of anything anymore, his life will enter a watershed from now on, and the brilliance will blind everyone's eyes.

When he had anticipation in his heart, time began to slow down every minute and every second. He was not in the mood to work, and began to list his wishes on a piece of paper. Every time he wrote one, he smiled, a little helpless and naive.

On the other side, Du Ming got into the silver-white car parked downstairs with a paper cup in his hand.

The driver closed the door and drove away. Du Ming smiled and fell back on the seat, biting the empty paper cup until it rotted, a little like an addiction, until a phone call interrupted him.

He took out his mobile phone, and while answering the call, he still didn't forget to smell the paper cup, as if he was molesting a paper cup, which was quite different from the elite in front of everyone before: "Hey, brother."

There was a slightly deep and gorgeous voice on the other end of the phone, coming through the circuit, as if someone had passed through the electricity again, making people's ear sockets numb: "Finished the inspection?"

Du Ming's light blue eyes blinked slowly, and said: "Well, the task assigned to me by the elder brother must be completed."

"By the way, brother, I'll help you look at the company you just acquired and do something for you this week."

"Just give me any position, I don't want to pick anything." Du Ming said very sincerely, as if he really wanted to help the person on the other end of the phone.

With a very cold look on the phone, he said directly: "Who are you looking at again? Don't cause trouble for me in China."

Du Ming laughed twice and said: "I really feel this time, I saw him twice, and today I feel different, very different, I feel like I'm spoiling him written all over his body. , I can't, just turn a blind eye." He spoke slowly, always having the illusion that he had begun to blaspheme others.

"That's what you said last time. That man is still lying in the hospital with stitches."

Du Ming suddenly became serious, and said: "That was delivered to the door, it's really different this time, brother, I want him..."

"I don't care about you, just don't kill anyone." The person on the other end of the phone said flatly.

"That's necessary, I can love people. I have a chance to show you."

"Not interested in."

Du Ming found that the paper cups were so tattered that they were no longer valuable for collection, and even the last bit of the man's body temperature was gone, so he randomly crumpled them into a ball and threw them into the garbage bag in the car, saying, "I said Qi Jie, you won't Are you really sexually frigid? Or do you have some hidden disease? Tell me generously, and I'll find a doctor for you, just make sure."

As a result, just after Du Ming finished speaking, the phone had already been hung up.

He shrugged, didn't care much about it, touched his chin, seemed to think of something, and laughed softly...

And Qi Qingyue, who had been discussed by these two for a long time, didn't feel anything. He carried his briefcase and ran to take the subway after work. Usually, in order to save a few dollars, he would take the bus home at night. .

Today was the first time I took the subway home during the rush hour.

There were many students in blue and white school uniforms on the subway, but he didn't pay attention, he was full of the magical wishing jar at home that could change his life.

There was still a wish list in his pocket, and his hands were in his pockets, pinching the list tightly for fear of dropping it.

There were still a lot of people on the subway, and he didn't get a seat. He was standing at the entrance, holding on to the handrail. Opposite him was a row of high school students, all of whom were playing with their phones, except for the one who was facing him, who was wearing earrings. The boy with an especially wicked smile was looking at him...

—is there something on his face?

Qi Qingyue adjusted his glasses uncomfortably, only to find that the boy's smile grew wider, and then the boy's peach blossom eyes were lightly covered by eyelashes, his dark eyes were glued to the middle of his pants, and he frowned slightly at the same time.

"Uncle, your..." The boy looked very surprised, his voice was clean and clear, a bit like a ditty played by a crisp and gentle instrument like a piano.

what?

His what?

Qi Qingyue quickly lowered his head to look at the zipper of his trousers - it was well closed.

"Your belt is so pretty." Seeing the man's movements, the boy raised his head and smiled again and said, "I want to buy one too."

Qi Qingyue was speechless immediately, this classmate, will he die if he doesn't speak too much?

He didn't care about high school students, he didn't know each other at all, so there's nothing to say, and he's not an 'uncle' again. Thank you, please call him brother, he's only 27, and he's only ten years older, so he calls him uncle. Students nowadays are really rude.

The high school student seemed to be addicted to watching him, so he tilted his head to look at him, the earring on his right ear reflected the dazzling light under the incandescent lamp, staring at Qi Qingyue until his whole body became rigid.

Suddenly, the high school student spoke again: "By the way, I seem to remember where I met you, uncle."

Qi Qingyue felt that he had to reply even if he didn't want to talk, so he smiled towards the children and said, "Really?"

The high school student curled his lips, and his deep dimples made the boy stand out no matter what he did. He was lazy and handsome, he touched his chin and said, "Yeah, it seems that in the morning, I saw someone touching uncle your ass..."

The boy spoke slowly and clearly, and directly attracted the surrounding people to look at Qi Qingyue.

Qi Qingyue was so straightforward that he almost stuttered: "You, you read it wrong."

The high school student thought for a while and continued, "No, he touched your waist first, then your thighs, and then pinched your butt with both hands..."

"No! You read it wrong." Qi Qingyue flatly denied it. It was embarrassing and embarrassing to go to Africa if this matter was told in public.

"Yes, he still rubs you up and down...with his..."

Qi Qingyue quickly turned around and left, away from the scary high school student, while facing everyone's strange gazes, he approached the subway entrance, his back seemed to be running away.

The high school student raised his eyebrows and didn't continue talking, but his companion bumped into the high school student's shoulder in a funny way, with a deep smile: "I really saw it? Interesting! But that pervert's eyesight is bad enough haha."

The high school student replied: "Of course, I saw it with my own eyes." His eyes fell on his palm, and then the subway stopped. He saw the man walking out of the subway first with his head down. This time, He didn't even dare to turn his head back.

"How timid..." the high school student commented softly.