On how to prevent the president from skipping work

After everything was ready, Rising Sun Technology's first self-developed massively multiplayer online game "Nirvana" was officially launched.

Qi Yongxu started his career as a game agent, led an experienced marketing team, and invested a lot of money in advertising and publicity in the early stage. On the other hand, He Ling supervised the entire game development and controlled the quality. The number of logins continued to increase sharply. Driven by the first batch of players, the number of online users reached the first extremely impressive peak after work that day.

After that, "Nirvana" successively launched dozens of new servers at different times. Along with the launch of a series of special events for the new servers, well-known domestic and foreign online game guilds were invited to settle in, and the number of daily logins snowballed. The blowout broke out, and the pressure on the server group was unprecedentedly huge. He Ling led the technical team to adjust the gateway to divert traffic day and night, until the end of the first week, the new server activities reached a fever pitch, and all 24 groups of servers were put into operation. The proportional load makes the indicator light of the machine flash continuously, and the number of players enters a stage of gradual growth.

Exquisite graphics, magnificent architecture, rigorous background, novel and changeable settings... Before this, no one would have expected that this game has such a huge potential, and even broke the domestic online game production in one fell swoop. The limitations of Europe, America, Japan, and South Korea not only attracted a large number of domestic players, but also attracted countless players from abroad after the multilingual translation patch was released for the game.

As the number of players continues to increase, online and offline game products are frantically snapped up, and sums of money flow into Rising Sun from players’ pockets, allowing the company to recover the cost of the initial investment in a short period of time. After the initial turmoil, Everything fell into place, and the company started making crazy profits.

Nirvana was a success.

He Ling made a cup of coffee, took the elevator to the top floor of the business building, climbed up the escalator of the water tank and sat down on the water tank, with his legs hanging down casually, took a sip of coffee, and comfortably looked at the distant sky from the commanding height of the high-rise building fire cloud.

When Qi Yongxu came to the rooftop, he saw such a scene.

The young man took off his glasses, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, his black eyes didn't deliberately focus on where they were, and there was a slight smile in them. It was clear that he had just sat down, but he seemed to have overlooked the world for thousands of years. However, The man with all kinds of worlds will never get tired of watching, watching the busy beings in the world with deep and unknown feelings, knowing some things, but never revealing them.

Qi Yongxu's heart was suddenly touched, he closed his mouth what he wanted to say, and just quietly raised his head to look at the young man, his eyes were not willing to move away from that person for a second, revealing a deep infatuation .

The success of "Nirvana" created a cheerful atmosphere throughout the company, and the celebration banquet was scheduled for the weekend night, and the boss treated it.

The rich dishes were opened to the staff, and everyone was very happy. After a violent shake, the bottles of champagne started to erupt, which caused the ladies to exclaim with laughter.

As a great contributor to the game project, He Ling is also a young man. The employees appreciate and admire him, but they don't respect him too much, so he becomes the key target of being poured alcohol in turn. He quickly disarmed and surrendered, but the strong mental power of the prosecutor supported him to stay awake and not fall to the ground.

A female colleague with a mature charm was pushed and shoved by her colleagues, and she came forward to toast with a smile. He Ling remembered that she seemed to be a supervisor of the marketing department, so she took the wine glass with a gentleman's smile and drank it down.

The female supervisor stretched out her well-manicured nails, gently lifted the young assistant's ascetic chin, leaned into his ear and blew, smiling coquettishly: "Brother Zongzhu, you are so cute."

A certain person was funny in his heart, but on his face he dutifully acted like a fledgling young man. The young man immediately covered his ears with his hands, stood there with his mouth open, unable to say anything, and stared at the "big sister" in front of him shyly, surprised and at a loss. ".

Everyone roared and laughed, but no one noticed. A pair of dark eyes were fixed on this scene, and the surging anger shot at the back of the female supervisor's head like an arrow.

After ten o'clock in the evening, everyone had eaten and drank enough, some of them went home, and some of them hadn't enjoyed themselves yet, so they set up another venue to continue the fun together.He Ling's body was already so drunk that even if he could keep his consciousness clear, he couldn't even walk a straight road. A colleague wanted to hail a taxi for him, but the CEO took it over first.

"It's not safe for him to drive alone. I called a surrogate driver. Let's take him in my car."

Everyone thought about it, and hurriedly wanted to help the president put the person into the car. They didn't want a domineering president to carry the person on his shoulders without saying a word, and walked down to the parking lot amidst the sound of eyeballs falling to the ground. At the scene, inserting the key and opening the door to stuff people into the car, the action is smooth and smooth.

"Damn it..." It took a long time for a department head to sigh.

"Assistant He is almost 1.8 meters tall, Mr. President can carry it all the way without panting..."

"What a MAN! Mr. Qi is my god!" The female colleagues covered their faces.

"Do you exercise every day..." The male colleague pinched his thin arm sullenly.

"Should I tell Assistant He later that he was resisted by the president?"

"It's better not to, such a serious and decent person will definitely collapse..."

Qi Yongxu sat in the back seat with his arms around He Ling, relaxing the muscles of his shoulders so that He Ling could lean against him in the most comfortable position. Outside the window was the bustling urban neon lights receding. He looked down at the assistant's drowsy appearance, drunk Let his already fair and thin-skinned face become a layer of crimson. What an elegant and decent person he is usually, he devotes himself to work without distraction, and even gives people a sense of distance from restraint, but now he leans docilely in his arms , put away his capable elite temperament, and returned to his boyish college student appearance, with a handsome appearance like a boy next door, which made Qi Yongxu feel very calm and peaceful in his heart.

It would be great if this person could lean in his arms so quietly in a sober state.he thinks.

The prosecutor is very sober.

With half-closed heavy eyelids, Qi Yongxu allowed Qi Yongxu to take him back to the CEO's house, watching the protagonist Gong make him honey tea to sober him up like a little daughter-in-law serving the uncle, and also poured hot water to help him clean himself clumsily with a towel. The official was so served by the hot towel that he didn't want to move at all, and he was quite proud of winning the game.

It's rare to enjoy a hand-serving job for the protagonist Gong, tsk tsk...

The prosecutor shamelessly occupied the King Size bed of the CEO's house, and took the opportunity of getting drunk to give orders to the CEO, but Qi Yongxu was not even annoyed, he brought water if he wanted to drink, and helped him when he wanted to go to the toilet. When people pee, they do their best.

The ambitious little assistant was not satisfied. When the president was about to climb into bed after taking a shower, he was very cold and ruthless, pretending to be drunk and kicked him off. His clothes were pressed under his body as he turned over. He bound himself tightly, and pulled at his waist.

In Qi Yongxu's eyes, the young man was lying on his bed defenseless, the clothes on his body were in a mess because of the brushing just now, and the hem of the clothes was lifted up, revealing a slender waist, even the chest Both points can be vaguely seen, the young man was deeply drunk, his whole body was flushed with a touch of pink, which set off the already fair skin, and his brows, which are more slender among men but more heroic than women, are slightly frowned. , slightly parted red lips, with both hands tugging at the hem of the clothes, trying to cover her lower body but unable to move, her face showed a bit of irritability, a bit of grievance, and a bit of bewilderment.

Qi Yongxu felt that he might be even more drunk, otherwise why would his heart beat so fast, there seemed to be a little starlight shining in front of his eyes, and he couldn't even control his hands trembling slightly, he emphasized to himself over and over again that he was only releasing the other party from the shackles , so that he could sleep peacefully, he went forward and unbuttoned the young man one by one, then turned him over on the bed, sat on the young man’s waist, stripped him of his clothes from behind, and then stretched out his hand to the young man’s On the belt, he panted and undid the metal buckle of the belt, and then the buttons and zippers of the trousers...

Until the young man's straight and slender legs were exposed to the air, Qi Yongxu was about to be knocked out by his own heartbeat. He sat on the edge of the bed, put his hands on both sides of the young man's ears, bent down, and couldn't help calling him: " He Ling, He Ling..."

He Ling was lying on the bed, with the man's scorching breath and body temperature behind him. He was so hot that he slapped him with his backhand. The president was not annoyed by the gentle touch on his face, but instead held that hand , rubbed her face gently, and kissed the beautiful fingertips obsessively.

"He Ling..." Qi Yongxu buried his head on the side of the young man's neck: "Let's date."

As soon as the words fell, I felt that the hand I was holding became stiff all of a sudden, and then was suddenly pulled away.

The president's confession to his assistant?Is this a confession? !Being drunk can't cover up the fact that the prosecutor's head is dizzy, so he quickly calls the AI ​​assistant to check the plot, wondering if he missed something, but the plot clearly records that He Ling is just a very ordinary little assistant, who is under attack by the protagonist. There is no record on the relationship line.

Cold sweat oozes from his forehead, what's going on?Plot gone wrong?He is the ace prosecutor, how could such a thing be possible!Could it be that this task is not as simple as it appears on the surface, otherwise he wouldn't let himself, the retired ace prosecutor, do the job? ...

Strange, strange!While thinking hard, the hand that was drawn out was held again, wrapped warmly, and slowly tightened.

"He Ling, I like you so much..."

He Ling fainted, what does he like about me?Why would you like me? Isn't NPC just a background board in the eyes of this kind of people?The protagonist must have had a brain twitch, for sure!Didn't Qi Yongxu also drink a lot of wine, he probably is fucking unconscious at all now, he's drinking like crazy!

Don't panic, don't panic, he's just an NPC, as long as the protagonist gets out of the stage, the protagonist Gong will definitely get back on track. For now, as long as you have a firm attitude and don't give the protagonist Gong any thoughts, you will be able to kill the deviated plot. In the cradle!

He Ling forced himself to calm down, turned over calmly, and faced the protagonist Gong face to face, meeting a pair of eyes full of hope and anxiety.

"Get off." He Ling pushed the man away and sat up on the bed: "Just pretend you didn't say anything, and I didn't hear anything."

"He Ling, I really like you." President Gong couldn't accept such a cruel rejection, and was still talking nonsense: "Give me a chance."

"I don't like you, I refuse."

"Don't refuse in such a hurry..." Qi Yongxu held He Ling's face in both hands, and begged in a deep voice that would make the legs of ordinary shou weak.

"Pa—" A merciless slap fell on Qi Yongxu's face.

"It's impossible for us."

Qi Yongxu covered one side of his face in disbelief, and saw that the young man in front of him looked extremely cold, his eyes drooped emotionlessly, looking at him coldly, and the words he spit out had no room for change.

A frantically beating heart is like being poured with a basin of cold water, gradually cooling down.

This coldness almost made his teeth chatter.