He's so perfect, I'm so humble

During the day, the company is full of people.When my colleagues finished working overtime at night, I decided to try my luck.

I did not choose to take the elevator upstairs, the elevator is too conspicuous.I tiptoed through the long corridor, saw the brightly lit night scene outside, turned right again, held on to the handrail of the stairs, and walked up step by step.Sure enough, the lights in the president's office were still on, and the door was half open.

I went to the door without making any sound.I saw two ambiguous and intimate figures inside, their hands outstretched in mid-air paused for an instant, and before I had time to react, I was suddenly dragged by my arms and covered my mouth and taken to the dark corridor next to me.

"Finally caught you peeping tom," a gentle and familiar voice sounded in my ear.

What I saw just now, the president's younger brother was sitting on the president's body, with his arms around his neck, his mouth was clearly...

"Why, you don't justify yourself?" He pressed tighter, his chest was about to swallow my entire back.

"I didn't," I tried to break away his hand, but he held it tighter, and my two nostrils were almost out of breath.

He took a deep breath behind me, and then let me go and said, "Don't come to the president's office again."

I fled in embarrassment.

At that time, I was still dawdling in a small company, and I was exhausted after a day's work.I look forward to someone handing me a glass of water when I get home, rubbing my shoulders, and chatting with me about home affairs.What I expected has never been realized. After all, Ting Yu is a child of a rich family and has been cared for meticulously since he was a child.When I get home, I either cook, order takeout, or eat out.

I didn't return particularly early or late that night, it was just right.When I opened the door and entered, I found two people lying on the bed.That guy was pretty good looking, taller, younger than me, and in better shape than me.I suddenly had a terrible idea, if I had plastic surgery, Ting Yu would love me more.

"Do you want to cook for him?" I asked such a ridiculous question without any ugly expression on my face.

The man left without saying a word, why not stay and make friends, maybe we will see each other often in the future.

"Do you like him?" The meat in my chopsticks fell off.

"Not to mention liking, no one can compare to you."

I smiled: "He is more handsome than me, younger than me, and he must be better than me in bed, are you talking nonsense with your eyes open?"

"Don't eat, you can eat by yourself, you don't have to wait for me to come back at night," he dropped his chopsticks and disappeared in front of my eyes.

The cold war is very scary. No matter where the mistakes are, I will always be the one who coaxes people, admits defeat, bows their heads, and compromises.As long as I am one step late, Ting Yu will do everything possible to hurt his body. He knows that doing so will hurt me more. He wants to see how much I care about him, feel sad for him, and shed tears for him. The purpose is achieved.

I also discovered later that I was becoming more and more of a crybaby.Until now, I cry whenever I am stimulated.

"Have you eaten yet?" I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so I sent this sentence.

After waiting for almost an hour and a half, he returned to me: "I'm sorry, I'll go back now."

Ah, I can finally sleep, what a tiring day.