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"You are crazy!" In the dead silence, Tong Wu rushed up, pushed Nan Ke, and then bent down to pick up the scattered photos.

He scolded while picking it up: "Where did you get the P picture, P's TM doesn't care at all."

I know the picture is not P's, but I don't know if they believe it or not.

The leader who reacted shouted: "The security guard! What's the situation! Call the security guard!"

Nan Ke's goal had been achieved, he snorted coldly, and left without waiting for the security guards to arrive. Tong Wu picked up the photo and wanted to throw it into the trash can in the office, but after thinking about it, he lowered his head and said, "This thing Keep this dirty eye, I'll take it out and burn it."

I grabbed Tong Wu and said, "Give it to me, I'll throw it away, you can go back and do your work."

Tong Wu held the photo tightly, I tore the photo out of his hand, and walked out of the office area without anyone looking at it.

I still have a lot of things to do today, but ironically, no one stopped me.

No one dared to stop me.

I walked to the garbage dump behind the company and stood still, holding the stack of photos in front of my eyes.

Looking at them one by one, each one is very dazzling.

After 10 minutes, I returned to my work station, and from the corner of my eye I saw all my colleagues sneaking glances at me.

I pretended not to see these lines of sight, going to work, working overtime, and leaving get off work.

But it’s not too long to work overtime today, because the leader has softened a lot when assigning tasks to me.

Could this be some kind of weird luck?

I do not know.

For the first time ever, I didn't go home after get off work in the evening.

I don't want to see Zhang Qian, and I guess he doesn't want to see me either.

Speaking of which, I have also changed. I used to be able to laugh from ear to ear for three days when I saw Zhang Qian, but now when I see him, I just feel heavy in my heart and have nowhere to break free.

I walked and walked to the door of the bar yesterday.

After hesitating for a while, I went in anyway.

This bar is not cheap, but there are also a lot of people. I wandered around under the weird and blurred lights, but I didn't see the boy.

This time I was far away from the singles area, nestled in a corner, and ordered a glass of vodka casually.

Then one cup after another.

I'm not a person who knows how to get drunk with alcohol, because I'm cowardly, and I'm afraid I'll do something irrational when I'm drunk.

But now I just want to be drunk, sober makes me miserable.

Before my consciousness was dragged into the abyss by alcohol, I looked up at the faint blue light on the top of the bar, and saw the boy's face in a trance.

He is so beautiful, like an unreal dream that I can't reach.

But what does dreaming matter?

So I reached out, grabbed him, and said with the last of my strength, "I'm sorry."

Darkness strikes.

The next morning, I woke up in the same hotel as last night, but unlike yesterday, I was the only one on the bed.

I'm at a loss.

Could it be that boy sent me here again yesterday?

I went down and asked the front desk, the front desk had changed people, and said I couldn’t remember, and asked me if I needed to check the monitoring, I said no.

The room rate has already been paid, which makes me a little embarrassed, thinking that I am an old man, and I have asked strange boys to pay for two consecutive nights.

I went to the company with some confusion. When I entered the elevator, a female colleague took a step back in disgust. I smelled my body and found a smell of alcohol.

Oops, I forgot to change my clothes.

Touching his chin, he forgot to shave his beard.

But now it was too late to go back and change it, so I could only bite the bullet and sit at the workstation.

The group leader felt a little embarrassed when he smelled the alcohol on my body: "Uh...Brother Geng...did you drink this morning?"

I whispered: "Sorry, I forgot to change my clothes."

"It's okay...you...be careful next time."

I still didn't go back tonight.

Tong Wu wanted to send me off, but I refused. I went to the mall to buy some clothes, got a room in that hotel, took a shower, and went to the bar.

I skipped the vodka today and just ordered a Long Island Iced Tea.

A cup of Long Island iced tea, I drank from nine o'clock in the evening until twelve o'clock.

Until [-]:[-], when I stood up and was about to leave, I saw him coming in through the door.

He saw me and pursed his lips.

I went around the table and chairs and walked up to him, and said to him, "Although it's abrupt to say that,... I'm waiting for you."

He tilted his head: "What are you waiting for me?"

"Say thank you."

"Oh." He said: "I heard, you can go."

His attitude of refusal was obvious. I squeezed my fists and summoned up the courage to say, "I have to explain to you that you are not a mistress, you..."

"Shut up!" He looked at the boss who was peeking at the bar next to him, and said angrily, "Can you talk?"

I was coaxed by him to hide back, and whispered: "Sorry..."

The two of us returned to that corner, and he sat across from him, hugging his chest, not looking at me: "Let's talk."

"I...and I...lover..." Using the word "lover" to Zhang Qian made me a little ashamed: "The relationship is very bad."

"It's bad, so you cheated?"

"No it's not..." I tried to calmly tell him what happened with Zhang Qian: "He and I are college classmates, but...he doesn't like me..."

I just wanted to explain that it was my own fault for messing around after drinking, and it was also my fault for hurting him. I didn't blame Zhang Qian. I blamed all my mistakes on Zhang Qian not loving me. Zhang Qian cheated first. So of course I cheated.

I just hope this boy doesn't get hurt because of me.

He was right, it was me who was wrong, it was Zhang Qian, and it shouldn't be him.

But I don't know why, I looked at his more and more serious eyes, and couldn't help telling him everything.

When I first met Zhang Qian, why did I marry him, and how he trampled on me again and again.

"You..." The boy opened his mouth: "It's quite... not easy for you."

I rubbed the rim of the long island iced tea that had bottomed out, and said softly: "My friend scolded me, saying that I don't love myself, I don't cherish my feelings, I blame myself if I want to, I think what he said Quite right."

He asked me: "Then do you still like your...your...marriage partner?"

I looked up, and remembered the happy expression of Zhang Qian and Wu Chunxian when they kissed in the stack of photos that Nan Ke threw to me, and the chest was tight: "If I can let go of the relationship of so many years, I will let go of it."

"But he never made you happy, what do you like about him?"

I can't answer.

It seems that liking Zhang Qian is a matter of habit.

"That night, you were drinking here." He suddenly changed the subject: "I know you were drunk, and I was drunk too. There were only two of us in the bar except the boss. I kept talking to you, saying A lot of things that make me unhappy, you are really funny, you are so drunk, you can still comfort me."

He curled his lips: "What's even more funny is that I was comforted by you. Then I asked you, have you... What happened... You just looked at me like a fool, just... It's pretty stupid Yes, then I lost my mind and took you to the hotel opposite..."

I get it, he's explaining.

Explain what happened that day.

"So I was at fault too. I should ask clearly." He lowered his head and said, "I should also say sorry to you. You did nothing wrong. I forced you to cheat."

It's funny, two people, here, apologize to each other for such a thing.

But he is really cute.

I have lived for so long, this is the first time I saw such a lovely person.

Simple and straightforward.

That night we chatted for a long time, until the bar was closed, I went to the hotel room to teach him how to play poker, he was tired, I hugged him to bed, put the breakfast coupon on his phone under.

Then I left the room, leaving him there alone.

I don't deserve to sleep next to him.

****

What happened in public cannot be hidden from people. When I went to the break room to pour coffee in the morning, I heard someone talking about me without accident.

"You know Geng Jiayou from the marketing department?"

"Which one?"

"It's good-looking, tall, I heard that Xiao Ai liked his one too!"

"Ah, I remembered! It's just the one who has been at the bottom for three years... In fact, he has good abilities, but his personality is too soft... But he is already married. I heard that his wife is very beautiful and pregnant."

"I tell you, there are softer ones!"

"What? What happened?"

"Wu Chunxian, you know, the director who was popular a long time ago."

"I know this, what's the relationship between them?"

"Geng Jiayou's wife cheated on Wu Chunxian during her pregnancy! She was caught by Wu Chunxian's current boyfriend, and she came to find Geng Jiayou with a photo that day, and asked Geng Jiayou to take good care of her wife in front of all colleagues!"

"Oh my god! So exciting!"

"You said that he cheated during pregnancy, his wife is too powerful..."

"Is it because Geng Jiayou is too soft to be satisfied? Hahaha!"

"You have a bad mouth...hahaha!!!"

I couldn't stop shaking the doorknob.

The bell rang suddenly, startling me and the two colleagues in the door.

They ran out in surprise, and when they saw me, they were obviously terrified: "Geng..."

I didn't look at them, I lowered my head and picked up the phone.

It's a babysitter.

"Geng...Mr. Geng! Come here quickly! Mr. Tong Wu pushed his wife to the ground, and now she is sent to the hospital!"

Tong Wu... pushed Zhang Qian?