double promise

The last time he came to Hengrui Group, he was still a down-and-out little transparent, trembling through layers of notifications, waiting for Huo Mingjun to receive him.

A year has passed, Xie Guan's image has improved a little bit, but he is still ordinary, wearing a hat and glasses frames for camouflage, holding a few cake boxes in his hands, like a delivery man, but he was directly welcomed into the Huo Mingjun's office.

The change of this kind of treatment does not depend on the rise of his social status, and the actor in front of Hengrui also dare not make mistakes.Whether it's an apartment or a company, he can pass freely in areas that are difficult for ordinary people to get close to, just because Huo Mingjun has already taken off his defenses before he realizes it.

Like an oyster opening its tight shell, holding the soft inside and expensive pearls in front of him.

Xie watched the ever-changing numbers on the LCD screen in the elevator, and was so agitated by his own brain: "If you don't care about chasing people, isn't he afraid of losing money and money?"

He was terribly worried, he couldn't accept the magical twist of "my good friend might want to sleep" for a while, and couldn't help worrying about how Huo Mingjun could catch up with him, he was almost driven into schizophrenia.

The elevator glides to the 27th floor, and there is a crisp sound.

Fang Hui walked out of the assistant's office quickly, and greeted him with a smile: "Good afternoon, President Xie is getting more and more handsome."

"Thank you, you are still as beautiful as ever," Xie Guan exchanged a wave of flattery with her, and gave her a box in his hand, "I saw a dessert shop on the way here, bought a few cakes, and told Zhong Zhu Lu Zhu Divide them up."

"You are so polite, and you brought delicious food to feed, thank you so much," Fang Hui took the box and said happily, "I want to take a photo and post it on Weibo, saying that the male god came to our company to deliver cakes, and I am so envious of other little ones." Partner hahahaha."

Xie Guan walked along the corridor to the door of Huo Mingjun's office, watching the excitement was no big deal: "Yes, you can also live broadcast it for them to watch - and then get killed by crowdfunding by your friends."

Before the words were finished, the office door was pushed open from the inside, Zhong Heguang came out, greeted Xie Guan politely, and urged: "The boss is waiting for you, go in first."

Xie Guan smiled when he heard this, walked into the office, and closed the door behind him.

When the lock sounded, Fang Hui immediately said "Wow": "The boss has been working so hard for so many years, and finally someone gave him a love bento."

Zhong Heguang silently took the cake box from her hand.

The outer room was still so imposing that people didn't want to stay longer, Xie Guan walked around the living room and walked to the door of the inner office.Huo Mingjun was sitting at the desk looking at the computer screen, his brows were slightly furrowed, and there was a shallow vertical mark between his brows.He is usually expressionless in his working state, his facial features are three-dimensional and sharp, and his sharpness is a bit scary.Xie Guan got used to his amiable appearance, he almost forgot the experience of his calf cramps when he stood in front of him.

His mind was full of messy thoughts, and he miraculously quieted down the moment he returned to Huo Mingjun's side.Xie Guan suddenly realized that no matter whether he was regarded as a friend or liked, no one else could give him such a strong sense of security except Huo Mingjun.

Just like Huo Mingjun who was "desperate for himself", Xie Guan has been honed by the society for so many years, and suffered from isolation and helplessness. This weed is held in the palm of my hand like a famous flower.

He walked into the room, feeling a little bit repressed by layers of emotions, and softly called out: "Ming Jun."

"Coming?" Huo Mingjun raised his head, his expression softened, "How did the recording go, did it go well?"

Xie Guan put the exquisite paper box on the desk, his throat tightened, he didn't speak, only nodded.

Huo Mingjun immediately saw that something was wrong, and beckoned him over: "What's the matter, you don't look very happy, have you been wronged for recording the show?"

Xie Guan couldn't stand his coaxing tone, he leaned back on the desk behind him, and laughed loudly: "I'm asking this question, how can there be so many people who can't get along with me, am I particularly easy to bully in your mind?"

"When I first came in, my face almost fell to the ground," Huo Mingjun said, "I didn't speak, just stood there with my head down. Can you blame me for thinking too much?"

Of course only you will think about it.

If it wasn't for being very sensitive to his emotions and always paying attention to his actions, who would immediately notice that he was in a bad mood when he only said a word?

Xie Guan suddenly bent down and hugged him tightly.

Huo Mingjun was stunned.

"Ming Jun," Xie Guan leaned against his neck and murmured in his ear, "Ming Jun..."

Huo Mingjun raised his right hand hanging by his side, and after hesitating for a long time, it landed on the back of his furry head cautiously and restrainedly, along the back of his neck, and sighed tenderly: "What exactly stimulated you... ...or are you acting like a spoiled child to me in a different way?"

"Nothing," Xie Guan said hoarsely, "I just want to thank you."

Before Huo Mingjun breathed a sigh of relief, he was hoisted up again delicately, waiting in fear for his next words, for fear that Xie Guan's next words would be "you are such a good person".

Fortunately, Xie Guan's convulsive sensation ended here, he let go of Huo Mingjun as if nothing had happened, and straightened his crushed collar: "I brought you some snacks, do you want to have a taste?"

The doubts in Huo Mingjun's heart still persisted, but he thoughtfully did not ask, and followed his words: "Okay."

Inside the box was an extremely delicate piece of tiramisu, Xie Guan handled it with care all the way, keeping the shape very intact, not even spilling the cocoa powder.

On the way to the company, he kept thinking about today’s dishes. While waiting for the red light at the intersection, Xie Wang saw a famous dessert shop on the corner of the street. He remembered Tan Xiaotian’s popular Italian story during the show, and immediately asked Huang Cheng to pull over. I went into the store and picked out a piece of tiramisu.

After thinking about it, I felt that it was a bit deliberate to only bring one piece, so I asked the store to install a few pieces of cheese and brownies.

He has been in a state of confusion since he realized the huge truth yesterday, and he still hasn't figured out what motive he had for buying a bunch of cakes. He just asked Huo Mingjun expectantly, "Is it delicious?"

Huo Mingjun: "Try it."

Xie Guan shook his head: "I ate it when I was recording the show, what do you think of the taste?"

"It's okay, the taste is pretty good." Huo Mingjun picked up the cup and took a sip of water to dilute the sweetness in his mouth. "It's just too greasy. Why do you suddenly want to buy cakes? I always thought you didn't like this kind of dessert."

"Well, I don't feel so good about sweets," Xie Guan said, "If you like it, wait until I go back and study an improved version that's not so greasy?"

Huo Mingjun waved his hand and said: "Don't bother, I'm not very interested. This thing is more ornamental than nutritional value, it just looks beautiful. If you have time, you might as well implement my six dishes and one soup as soon as possible."

Xie Guan became inexplicably happy, his nonsense love theory didn't seem to be completely unreasonable.

He didn't sleep well last night. He got up this morning to record the show. He had been busy all morning, and his mood was ups and downs for a long time. He was sleepy while talking to Huo Mingjun, and turned his head to cover his mouth and yawned a little.

Huo Mingjun stopped talking: "The styling consultant will come at 04:30. If you are sleepy, you can take a nap first."

"In your office?" Xie Guan wiped away some tears from the corners of his eyes, "People come and go, it's not so good."

Huo Mingjun got up, opened the door of the office suite, and there was a small lounge inside: "Sleep here, I will call you when the time is up."

When Xie Guan saw the bed, he was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes. After Huo Mingjun pulled the curtains, he turned around and saw that he was lying flat with his eyes closed.

"Why are you so sleepy?" He read helplessly and amusedly, took out a blanket from the small cabinet next to the bed and covered Xie Guan, turned up the air conditioner by two degrees, and then quietly closed the door and left.

When he went out, his expression suddenly turned cold.

Huo Mingjun went to the living room outside and called Huang Cheng: "It's me. What happened to Xie Guan's recording today?"

Huang Cheng was at a loss and didn't understand what was going on, so he had to recount today's recording process to Huo Mingjun in detail.

Outsiders don't understand, but Huo Mingjun doesn't understand.Those metaphors are like a secret signal between him and Xie Guan, through such a method, a certain tacit understanding is conveyed across the air.

"He already knew, but he left without turning around." He felt his heartbeat uncontrollably accelerating, thinking, "My mallet is about to bloom."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Huo Mingjun came in and woke Xie Guan up.

No man can stand seeing someone he likes sleeping in his bed, and it's not the first time.

The last time Xie Guan was ill, he didn't have any charming thoughts, but now, a ray of light and shadow connecting water and sky finally flashed on the edge of this dark and long river of crush.

He stretched out his hand and lightly touched the center of Xie Guan's brows, his fingertips lingered from the bridge of his nose to his beautiful and delicate lips, his heart was full of unspeakable feelings, but he just bent down very restrainedly, as if he was afraid of being abrupt. There was a peck between his eyebrows like a superficial peck.

Where he didn't see, Xie Guan's tightly closed eyelids twitched slightly.

"Wake up," Huo Mingjun shook him through the blanket, "Get up."

Xie Guan "wouldn't wake up", he murmured vaguely, turned over and buried his face in the pillow, refusing to open his eyes.

He is always alert when he sleeps. He woke up when Huo Mingjun just came in, but he was too lazy to open his eyes. Who knew that this bastard thing was here to moles him. Dare to move, so I had to act realistically to stand up.Immediately afterwards, a completely different touch fell on his forehead, Xie Guan reacted for two seconds, realized what it was, and his mind exploded with a "boom".

His premonition came true, and his psychological construction that had lost two pieces of the wall finally collapsed in this light kiss, and was wiped out in an instant.

They meet with a probability of one in ten million, and pass by countless forks in the road, amidst the joys and sorrows of countless Ganges sands. Soil, trickle in the sea.

There are few heartbeats in a lifetime, which can be met but not sought after, just like a thrilling glimpse in the universe.

Xie Guan was mentally prepared long ago, but at this moment when his affection was clear, his nose was still sore from his kiss, and his chest was full of unspeakable sourness.

With his eyes closed, he pretended to touch the mobile phone beside the bed, and firmly held Huo Mingjun's hand propped by the pillow in his palm.

"Such a big man, so innocent," he tried to suppress his emotions, thinking wildly in his mind, "Why doesn't he just kiss on the mouth?"