He's so perfect, I'm so humble

Manager Jiang's cold has recovered, and I returned to a safe distance from him, and we will not communicate or disturb.

I began to think about every word he said, and I asked Wei Feng: "Do you know our president?"

"What's wrong with him?" He turned to look at me.

"I heard from Manager Jiang that he is very good."

Hearing this, Wei Feng showed an expression that I couldn't understand.

"How excellent?"

"Yes, almost perfect."

Now I am amused by him, for the first time I have noticed that this man can still laugh.

"Is it funny?" I asked seriously.

"Don't be fooled by them, He Xu is a pervert."

I stared at him with wide eyes in disbelief.

"Their high-ranking people are all perverts, and Manager Jiang, you have to be careful, he is also a weirdo."

Manager Jiang is a weirdo?Seeing the world through other people's eyes is amazing.

I suddenly felt that I finally had a partner in the company.Wei Feng and I don't belong to the same type. Both he and Manager Jiang are nearly a head taller than me, with domineering faces, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He must be the object of admiration for many people in his university.I suddenly wanted to make Wei Feng a friend.

As for Jiang Tanmian who is out of reach, I like him for the same reason as I like the moon. I just admire him from a distance, and bathing in his brilliance makes me bright for a night, which is enough.

After the boyfriend exchange incident, I feel more and more that Ting Yu is no longer the simple, honest, often shy boy I knew at the beginning.Those don't exist anymore, it's like an illusion, and I'm just living in a dream.

Is it because I can't satisfy his thirst for knowledge and curiosity, or has he finally discovered the impulse and nature he should have as a male?

On my 21st birthday, he pushed me on the bed.

"I have another present for you," he said, taking out a pair of thin black silk stockings, about to put them on for me.

I looked at the thing that didn't belong to me, and said I didn't want it, but he forcefully put it on me regardless.My anxious tears were forced out, but he said comfortingly, "You will get used to it."

I don't want to get used to it, I don't want it, I don't want it, can't you hear Ting Yu?

The days I live seem to be not mine, and the days I want to live are passed by others.Those who envy me to have people next to me, and those who wake up with an arm around me, why don't I envy their freedom and self-willedness.

My various awkwardness and reluctance may have planted the seeds of resentment for Ting Yu's derailment half a year later.