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【楼主：香尹——发帖时间：2016年2月27日24：00：00】早上的培训仍旧由人事部的小孙主持，课题是《工作环境中对异性的礼貌用语》。

"According to relevant statistics, 84% of women in China have been sexually harassed in various forms, 50% of which occurred in the workplace, 34% of which came from superiors, and 16% from colleagues. Now let's identify , what counts as sexual harassment. Long hair—”

Changmao asked tremblingly, "What's wrong?"

"Is it sexual harassment to comment on a girl's breasts but not touch her?"

"It doesn't count..."

A few people shouted: "Are you an idiot? You don't know right or wrong even after roll call. Are you going to be late again today?"

Chang Mao said aggrievedly, "It counts as sexual harassment."

"What about telling dirty jokes with female colleagues?"

"That doesn't count..."

Xiao Sun turned to Bingshan and said: "Bingshan, I have a document here, please read it to Changmao."

Bingshan took the notepad from Xiaosun's hand, and read to Changmao sternly: "This little chrysanthemum is pretty good, come to my house tonight, let's enjoy the chrysanthemum."

His voice was flat without ups and downs, but Chang Mao stood up suddenly: "What are you doing?"

Bingshan was inexplicable: "What's wrong?"

Several people started giggling.

I couldn't help rolling my eyes: "Xiao Sun, this is not appropriate."

Xiao Sun said calmly: "Changmao, what are you doing standing up? Tell me about your feelings. How do you feel when people tell you this?"

Long Mao's eye circles were red: "I haven't had any feelings for women for a whole week, what are you going to do?"

"Do you like listening to it?"

"do not like!"

"Really?" Xiao Sun pulled out dozens of pages of documents from the file bag, "Last year, you told your female colleagues pornographic jokes, and you were complained 52 times. On average, you received one complaint a week. When the HR department educated you, This is what you said—"

She coughed softly: "They say they don't like it on the surface, but they may not in their hearts."

Long Hair: "..."

I sighed in my heart: I'm afraid it will be delayed again today...

When the training was finally over, Changmao quietly took my arm and said, "Mr. Zhuang, I really can't do it. She made me lose interest in women one week, and threatened me like that this week, and now all I can think about is 'Chrysanthemum', 'cucumber' or something. I want to complain about Xiaosun..."

I have an unreal feeling: "There will be a day when you complain about others..."

"Mr. Zhuang, I really can't let Xiao Sun come to train next week. I'm afraid I will have psychological problems."

I frowned to reassure him: "Be strong, it won't cause problems so easily."

"Boss Zhuang..."

I still have something urgent to do, so I left him and left.

As soon as I got out of the company, I saw Xiao Zhou's car. The second-hand wolf dog was sitting in the back seat, looking out of the car window excitedly, and barking at me several times.I sat in the co-pilot and looked to the side. The wolfhound's head was poking between my seat and Xiao Zhou's seat, and its thick tail was wagging desperately, as if begging to be petted and hugged.

Xiao Zhou handed me a lunch box: "This is lunch, if you have to go home to eat, I made fish-flavored eggplant for you."

I opened the hot lunch box and asked, "Have you eaten?"

He drove the car: "Eat."

The shepherd dog anxiously made a "whoop" sound. I touched its head and threw it a piece of eggplant. It finally calmed down and looked out the window. After a while, it drooped its head and fell asleep again.

There was nothing wrong along the way, Xiao Zhou and I alternately drove and chatted, and finally arrived at his home in the evening.

I knew it was just a weekend with friends, but I was still very uneasy.I didn't dare to think too much about bringing things, so I only brought a few bottles of high-quality bird's nest for her mother.

My sister sent me a text message: "I already told my mother, she was so worried that she didn't have lunch just now. When will you come back? Let's talk to my aunt together."

"Monday, I'll call Mom later."

"Well, go home for dinner on Monday night, and settle the matter of my aunt first."

"it is good."

Xiao Zhou's home is an old-fashioned six-story residential building without an elevator, and the lights are broken and it is dark.When walking up the narrow stairs, there is a sense of oppression from top to bottom, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

He gently opened the door with the key, and the living room was filled with warm and soft light. An old lady's voice came from the kitchen behind, accompanied by the sound of cooking: "Are you back?"

Xiao Zhou replied while taking off his coat: "Mom, my colleague is coming to play with me."

"Yeah……"

The gray-haired old lady came out holding a shovel for fried rice. She was dressed in plain clothes. She was not tall and her appearance was not very good. Her body was slightly stooped, but she made people feel very close and warm.

I stood there with a silly face: "Hi, Mama Zhou."

The old lady smiled and said: "Okay, okay. You are the Mr. Zhuang he mentioned on the phone? During the Chinese New Year, he kept talking about how you are so good and how you can help him. He is 24 and still ignorant. It seems that I will trouble you..."

I was a little at a loss: "Mother Zhou is being polite, but she didn't help him much."

She greeted again: "My meal is almost ready, you guys do it first and watch TV."

I quickly said, "I'll cook for you."

"No need, I just fried two or three dishes, and it will be ready soon." After speaking, he rubbed the apron on his body, and went into the kitchen to get busy.

Xiao Zhou smiled softly in my ear: "I don't usually go into the kitchen, and I am most afraid of the smell of oily smoke. How can I learn to help people cook now?"

I lowered my head and coughed, but didn't speak.

He said again: "You take a bath first, I will put hot water for you."

I quickly said, "What's the matter? I wash it after dinner at night."

Xiao Zhou pulled me to sit down: "Mr. Zhuang...then let's watch TV."

I shook off his hand and said in a low voice: "Now at your house, be honest. Where do you eat? I'd better set the dishes..."

He lowered his head and poured me a cup of tea, and said with a smile, "Relax..."

Sure enough, dinner was ready in a short time. Three dishes and one soup were all common meals.I don't have much experience with the elderly, but I also know how to ask more questions about health. I asked slowly, and she also had a good temper and chatted about family affairs. After eating a meal, I felt a lot more relaxed .

The wolfhounds wandered around us, begging for something to eat from time to time, and were very happy because of the crowd.

Mother Zhou smiled and said, "How old is this year?"

"28."

"That worked for years, too."

"Working for 4 years."

"People nowadays get married late. When I married his father, I was your age. It was already very late at that time. Fortunately, he was born within two years..." After speaking, his eyes turned red Scratching his head, he seemed to be lost in memories again.

I nodded and smiled: "I'm still busy with my career."

After dinner, I took a bath in a proper manner, and when I came out, Zhou's mother was talking to Xiao Zhou.

"How do you sleep tonight? You sleep on the sofa..."

"Mom, don't worry about it, go to sleep."

"The quilt is in the closet, I'll get it myself later."

"Ok, I know."

The old lady said the same thing to me with a smile, and I quickly and politely agreed before she went to bed.

The wolfhound curled up in the den and fell asleep, and the house was quiet.

Only then did I relax completely, and asked, "Tonight I will sleep on the bed, and you will sleep on the sofa? Or is it the other way around?"

He lowered his head and said, "You can sleep on my bed, I'll sleep on the sofa."

"it is good……"

"The bed is made for you, go in and rest."

"What about you?"

"I haven't showered yet."

I slowly walked into his room, the furniture was a bit old, about ten years old.There is a globe on the dark brown bookcase, and next to the globe is a Dragon Ball Monkey King figurine, which has faded a bit.The tiles on the floor looked new, and the table was clean and spacious, brand new and bright, as if it had been replaced not long ago.

There are some marks on the closet. If you look closely, it is the word "正" carved out with a knife. It is not known what is recorded in a crooked manner.I touched a few old dark spots on the cabinet and closed it again.

The bed was really comfortable, not too big, but soft and clean.The sheets and quilt had just been dried, and they smelled like the sun in winter.

Someone gently pushed the door open: "Mr. Zhuang?"

"Huh? Have you finished washing?"

He was wearing a white T-shirt on the upper body and a pair of long black sweatpants on the lower body. He walked in lightly, locked the door behind his back, and then rushed towards me: "Mr. Zhuang."

"Slow down, don't press me!"

He didn't listen to me, he bullied me and pressed me down, and immediately touched my clothes with hot hands.

I didn't expect him to be so proactive. I was happy, but also a little scared: "Is your mother asleep?"

"I've already gone to bed..."

He was half lying on the bed and kissed my neck, unbuttoning my pajamas one by one from bottom to top, breathing more quickly than usual: "What were you doing in my room just now?"

My mind was dizzy, my nose was full of his after-shower smell, and I said casually, "I didn't do anything, just looked around..."

He loosened my pajamas and then lowered his head to kiss my lips. He cautiously poked his tongue in and then hurried out, for fear of making me dizzy again.

Both of us were panting a bit, and I lifted up his T-shirt and fumbled on his back indiscriminately.

He suddenly looked at my face in a daze, his eyes seemed a little uneasy: "I want to kiss you... the kind of kiss that sticks your tongue in and kisses you so hard to breathe."

I was a little scared, and whispered: "...take your time, okay?"

He hugged me and sat up, gently pressed his lips against mine, and slowly moved between my lips: "You think it's someone else's saliva, so you feel dirty, do you think I'm dirty?"

"Not dirty..."

"Since it's not dirty, don't be afraid, even if you get saliva, it's mine..."

His tongue slowly pushed in, and the feeling of foreign objects intruding made my body tense, and he quickly withdrew again: "...how does it feel?"

"Being, being thrown into the sea..."

"...I'll come back slowly."