Slime and Cardboard

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The customized doll was completed on schedule and was lifelike. Although I had never seen a real person, the technical director felt that it was exactly the same as that photo.Early in the morning, he happily took it to the president's office.The president stared at the doll for a long time, his eyes were gentle, but there were some inexplicable emotions in it. In the end, he said nothing, sighed, and sent the technical director out.

What an oblivious friend!Maybe he is just a stupid errand in people's mind.The technical director returned to his office angrily.Close the door, the world is quiet.

It's a pity it didn't last long.

In the afternoon, there was a sudden noise outside.What are these monkeys doing?The technical director, who was not in a pretty mood, pushed open the door.

The two courier boys unloaded goods one by one from a small trolley piled up to half a person's height, chatting with each other while talking.

"Whose are these?" the technical director asked his monkeys.

The programmers shook their heads innocently.

"Did you send it to the wrong place? It's not ours." The technical director said to the courier brother.

"No way, look," a little brother pointed to the delivery slip in the box in his hand, "Freedom Company in Hexie Building, Wenming Road, Minzhu District, Fuqiang City. The front desk said it was here."

"Front desk? What are these things?" The technical director asked again.

"Let me take a look," another brother leaned closer to the cardboard box on the ground, "Wow, why is there still English, what's the wind, here, look."

The programmers who listened with pricked ears laughed.

The technical director turned around, "Is the maintenance finished or the code code finished?"

There was a sudden silence, only the sound of keyboard and mouse.

The technical director looked down at the line on the courier slip: "Ins style slime".Looking at the sender again, isn't the sender the Taobao slime store he always looks at on the CEO's ipad?The recipient wrote...Mr. Shi?But the president's surname is not Shi?The technical director took out his mobile phone and entered the following number, and a person popped up - the president.

"The two of us have called this number many times, and we are both on the phone."

"My mine, oops, I'm sorry, I've had too many things these two days, I forgot when I bought it, please leave it in my office, thank you."

The acting skills of the technical director can be said to be exaggerated.The programmers relayed a small look of happiness to the soul.

The courier brother moved all the things into the director's office, asked him to sign, and left.

did you see!This is called a loyal, courageous, double-strength, probably infinitely stronger than the one on the top floor.

No one picked up the internal line of the president's office. The little executive sister said that the president was having a meeting in the downstairs conference room, and the time was almost over, so the technical director decided to go up and wait for him.The door of the pink lounge No. [-] is open again, which can be said to be very skinny.

The technical director leaned over to take a look and was shocked.A beauty in a white and elegant long dress was reclining on the sofa, her long black hair was scattered randomly, and one long leg was disheveledly hanging on the carpet. Fortunately, the skirt was long enough, only her calves were exposed.What she held tightly in her arms was not the freshly baked customized doll.

What shocked the technical director was that although the appearance was very similar, this doll had a different face from the doll in her arms.

Not alone?

Not alone!

In front of the technical director's eyes, large LED characters were scrolling: love the new and dislike the old, two-footed, scumbag.

Way too wild, to give one to another as a gift.Is the world of rich people so exciting?

I didn't expect the president's private life to be like this style of painting, but his taste is also stable and single: small white flower type.

Look and read, it's time to slip.The idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.He didn't pay attention to the delivery box at his feet, and his whole body fell firmly on the carpet.Although he is thin, he is at least a grown man, and this movement is not small.The little white flower on the sofa was startled.Her eyes were still closed, but as soon as she let go of her hands, the puppet was about to roll to the ground. The technical director stretched out his right hand and grabbed it with the speed of being single for more than 20 years.It's all money!Two months!

"囡囡~团囡~" Xiaobaihua yelled indistinctly, waving her arms in the air, and when she touched the technical director's right hand holding the puppet, she immediately locked it and that hand in her arms.This position, below the collarbone and above the ribs, is soft and awkward.

The technical director struggled like a chaste martyr, but the doll was still in his hands, and he couldn't make much movement, so he was actually just writhing on the ground.The little white flower frowned and tried harder, the technical director couldn't do anything about her for a moment - in fact, it was because he was thinking about keeping the distance between the two of them and avoiding direct contact with her.

I can't even hold back a little white flower, it's time to push the iron.

At this inexplicable moment, the president came back.

It's all over now.

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The technical director directly gave up the rescue, chose to shut up and prepare for the storm.

The president went straight to Xiao Baihua's side, bent down, and called out with a soft voice that was unimaginable on him: "Sister An, Sister An."

Xiao Baihua jumped on him almost immediately, almost bringing him down.The technical director was taken aback, and reflexively withdrew his hand.The president put one arm around Xiao Baihua's back to help her sit up, and the other hand firmly held the doll, and placed it on the coffee table with care.

Like a daddy.

Holding the little white flower in his arms, the CEO patted her on the back rhythmically. He rolled his eyes and looked at the technical director who was watching a show.

Focusing those black eyes, the technical director was shocked: "I..."

The president interrupted him: "Shh—" he looked at the person in his arms and motioned him to leave first.

Xiao Baihua breathed steadily, probably fell asleep again, and kissed affectionately like a small animal.

The technical director slipped away quietly and quickly as if fleeing from a refugee.

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The president never went downstairs that day.

That night, the technical director suffered from insomnia, and couldn't even bring much interest to his wives. He was depressed and couldn't tell.Like a marquee, the pink lounge No. [-] and No. [-], various slimes, various Taobao stores, express delivery, photos, dolls, little white flowers, and the president flashed in my mind.In the end, the picture was broken, and there was a crisp sound of flat beads.

Paji.Paji.Paji.

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The next day, the technical director started work with a pair of panda eyes.The programmers only thought that he made up for the night or pushed the gal again.Another wave of express delivery came, and the technical director didn't even look at it, and let him move into his office directly.In addition to yesterday's, the cardboard boxes are piled up all over the floor, which is quite impressive.The technical director felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and he felt that he was too hypocritical, and he didn't want the president to find out his state, so he avoided contact with him and planned to sort out his emotions first.But the box couldn't be dragged on.He had no choice but to call inside to talk, and the president asked him to move in after work.

"it is good."

After work, colleagues left one after another.The technical director went to the storage room and pushed a small cart, and it took two or three times to push all the boxes up.He didn't go inside, just put it outside.The president sat at the big desk, looked down at the documents, and ignored him.The technical director was happy and quiet, and walked away after moving.

"Actually, I envy you very much." The man said suddenly, his voice was soft and tired.

The technical director turned around in surprise and looked at him.The man lowered his head. Although he couldn't see his expression clearly, he always felt very vulnerable.

The president immersed himself in his work, and there was nothing unusual about it.It was as if the thoughtless words just now had never happened before.The technical director wanted to say something, but didn't know exactly what to say.After a long silence, he gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

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The technical director didn't sleep well last night, and he wondered whether the words just now were auditory hallucinations. His brain was swollen, as if the overload was about to explode, so he decided to lie down for a while while tidying up things in his office.After lying down and waking up again, it was already midnight.He stretched, yawned, and turned on the phone screen: 04:00.Go home and sleep, and ask for leave tomorrow.He habitually checked the system for the last time and found that the president's office was still running.

?

He walked to the first floor and was about to leave. After thinking about it, he took the elevator to the top floor.He knocked on the door, but there was no answer.Forget it, anyway, it's not the first time I ran into the president's office at night.So I opened the door with permission.The room was shrouded in soft orange light, and there was no one outside. The documents on the table were still spread out as he saw in the afternoon, and a suit jacket was hung on the back of the chair with a tie on it.Walking to the pink lounge No. [-], as expected, I saw the president.He sat on the rug, leaning over the edge of the sofa, and fell asleep.The whole room was in utter chaos.He was surrounded by a circle of open cardboard boxes, colorful slime jars were strewn about, a few were left open, and the lids had disappeared.He himself was messed up too.The button of the gray shirt was undone to the chest, the sleeves were rolled up, and the folds of the part pressed on the sofa were folded. The black leather shoes were at the door, and he was barefoot.In both hands, a berry-colored slime resembled a coagulated blood clot.

No one has ever seen such a president.However, since the technical director broke the slime's secret, I have seen a lot of people who want to smash the mosaic even in memory, so that no matter what this person does now, he will not let him Surprised.Because the president is like a mudslide.If you accept this setting, you will be able to have three consecutive Buddhas: it is him, it is him, it is him.Our friend(?) Big President!

The technical director calmly opened a strawberry pillow, pulled out a blanket from it - all pink of course, and covered him.The president slept lightly, and opened his eyes almost immediately, full of sleepiness and confusion.The facial muscles hadn't had time to tighten and turned into a steel-like mask that made him look invincible, but relaxed in a ignorant way, like a big brother next door.

"Hiss—" He moved his fingers, sucked in pain, restrained his voice, but his brows became tighter and tighter, as if he was enduring the pain.

The technical director thought that his arm was numb, so he pulled it for him.

"Don't move." He said hoarsely, his whole body froze.

It doesn't seem to be a matter of the arm, the technical director poked and touched it.There is.When he touched the president's finger, he visibly flinched, his complexion even worse.Seeing this, the technical director poked his other hand again, with the same reaction.

"Go to the hospital."

The president shook his head.

"You can't even move your fingers, it's time to go."

"Wait." The president tried hard to mobilize his knuckles, moved slightly, and groaned.He kept repeating this action as if he was masochistic, but with little effect, his hands were still clasped together.

The technical director looked at the slime in his hands and understood.

"Do you have to take it off?"

"Ah."

While talking, he was still trying, it could be said that he was moving millimeter by millimeter, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

After waiting for a few minutes, the technical director suggested: "Let me help you, it may be painful, and I have a mental preparation."

The president nodded without hesitation.

The technical director inserted five fingers into the gap, shook hands with the president, and with a little force, separated his hands.Although there was no sound, the arm next to the technical director trembled slightly.

The technical director took off the bright red slime in the palm of the CEO, took another tissue, and wiped his palm clean.

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"Tendonitis." The doctor looked at the X-ray and said calmly, and while scribbling on the medical record, he explained, "The hand muscles are overused, do you often play with your mobile phone? Do not use your fingers for half a month, especially the big ones. thumb."

After coming out, the technical director couldn't help asking: "Is slime so fun?"

"Ah."

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The technical director drove him home in the president's car, a small bungalow.

A tall and burly man opened the door. He was about 70 to [-] years old, in good spirits, and looked like a passerby.The president called him "Dad".He invites the technical director in for a cup of tea.

I skipped the section about slime, and relayed the doctor's judgment, and the technical director explained the situation to the president's father-because the president didn't speak at all.The president's father thanked him.

Footsteps could be heard from the stairs, and the person who came was Xiao Bai Hua in a nightgown, holding a doll in her hand, and went straight to the CEO with a smile.

"This is my wife, just kidding." The CEO introduced.

"Dad, I'll coax Sister An to sleep first." The president got up, half hugged and half helped Xiao Baihua to go upstairs.

Wait until everything returns to silence.The president's father spoke first: "Young man, to be honest, what happened to his hand?"

Squeeze the slime.

"It was just an accident. The company was very busy at the end of the quarter, and the workload may be too much." The technical director said seriously.

"Didn't he do it himself?"

"How come! Uncle is so humorous, hahaha." The technical director laughed dryly.

"It's fine if I'm thinking too much," said the president's father with a serious expression, "Young man, can I ask you to watch him a bit."

The technical director didn't know how to answer this, it exceeded the upper limit of the dead house's social skills.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the president's father explained: "Actually, today is the anniversary of my daughter's death. The two siblings have had a good relationship since childhood. Three years ago, his daughter died of illness. He couldn't face it, nor Willing to talk to me. Every year on her death day, I worry about this child, afraid that he will do something stupid. My wife, you have also seen that people are not normal after being too stimulated. So I really don’t Focus on him. Since he is willing to let you come, he should be very close to you, can you please pay more attention to him these two days?"

"Okay, don't worry."

On the coffee table not far away, a girl in a white dress smiled sweetly in a photo frame, a black and white photo.

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It was almost dawn when I left the president's house last night.The technical director, who was going to sleep at home in the dark, remembered what he had promised yesterday, and went to work with a carp standing up against the noon sun.

He went straight to the president's office, and sure enough, the president was already sitting at the table, but he was obviously in a bad mood and lacked energy.He was staring at the photo in his wallet in a daze.

The technical director thought for a while, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, ran to his office to fetch some things, and tossed around in the pink lounge No. [-] for a while.Although the furnishings and decoration styles of No. [-] and No. [-] are basically the same, No. [-] has a projector, which is comparable to a private cinema.

After the preparations were completed, he pushed the president in, and after helping the president put on the holographic helmet, he opened his wife's VR little butter, stopped at the initial operation interface, and the technical director reluctantly took it out.

Men's method of venting stress is simple and rude, and the effect is outstanding.

The technical director sat on the side away from the room very gentlemanly, put on the earphones, and played a mobile game.

On the screen, the hem of the young lady's skirt fluttered, and the abyss was hit a few layers, and a pair of black leather shoes appeared in the corner of my eye.The technical director was surprised and forgot to pause. The young lady stood there and was beaten. He looked to the side and saw that the president had already come out and was sitting on the sofa rubbing his temples. He was even more bored.

What the hell!

I'm afraid not, can't you?

Although the technical director was very angry, he shared his wife righteously and got such a reaction, but when he looked at the low-pressure CEO, his eyes were a little more sympathetic.

Eighty percent is not enough.

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Not long after, there was another plan to change the surname to Lei and nominate the technical director who moved China's top ten figures.

He pretended to be full of energy: "Breaktime!" Then he pulled people into the pink lounge No. [-].

"Watch this with me for a while, I really want to see it!" The technical director continued his exaggerated performance while silently playing a popular orthopedic show.

The president is very quiet.The technical director quickly entered the state, explaining cute points from time to time, swaying the lost youth of the dead house.

When it came to the climax, the sister died for her brother, and the orthopedic department was moved. Even after watching it [-] times, the eye sockets of the technical director were still red.

"This brother is an animal!" Well, under the excitement, the technical director completely forgot to take the opportunity to explain the president's intention.

The president's face darkened.

He looks away.

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The two sleep-deprived people finally fell asleep.

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"You need an assistant." The technical director leaned over the table with both hands, and said with great momentum.

The president sat, looked at him from bottom to top, and deftly flipped a page of documents with his wrist.

"Let HR find one, even a temporary one." The technical director pulled off the cap of a signature pen provocatively, and handed it over.

The president held the pen in the palm of his hand and signed the document. Although his movements were unskilled, the handwriting was still readable.

"Slap", the tip of the pen rubbed against the paper and drew a rough black line, reaching to the edge.It didn't catch and fell off.

"Trouble." The president sighed.