Social software bubble to the big boss

"In front of the company's dormitory building, what are you doing?" Edmund glanced coldly at Tang Lianghan's black pants. There was a big shoe print on it, which was obviously kicked by Mu You.

Mu You immediately let go of Tang Lianghan's hand as if he had been caught in a fight, and said embarrassingly, "Well, I was playing with my classmates."

Edmund squinted, his sharp eyes were blocked by gentle gold-rimmed glasses. He was tall, and he felt a strong sense of oppression when he looked down at people. In the bleak winter day, the black coat on his body made him even more stern.

"If you fight, please go back to your room and don't make noise at the door of the company dormitory." Edmund said, "In addition, from the perspective of safety, please try to avoid irrelevant personnel from appearing in the company dormitory."

"Okay." Mu You said quickly, "I see, boss."

After Edmund left, Mu You looked at Tang Lianghan, and said slowly, "Did you hear what he said, leave quickly."

"Don't try to drive me away. I've been here several times before and nothing like this happened." Tang Lianghan frowned and said, "Let's have a good talk and think about the future."

"That's because you haven't met him before." Mu You asked, "Do you know who he is?"

Tang Lianghan looked at Mu You suspiciously, "Does who he is have anything to do with our affairs?"

"Of course it has something to do with it." Mu You laughed mockingly, "Don't you know, he is the head of the research and development department of the group, he is a good friend of our professor, the kind of two people who talk about everything, if he finds out about your Name, he will definitely write an email to the professor to complain, saying that you are causing trouble in the company. You can imagine what the professor will do to you, and the recommendation letter is probably going to be ruined."

Tang Lianghan looked at him suspiciously, "Don't lie to me, don't use this kind of reason to coax me to leave."

"Believe it or not." Mu You shrugged, with an indifferent expression on his face, "Anyway, he has already sued me in front of the professor, and I have nothing to fear, the worst is bad grades, but you care so much about grades and professor's evaluation people..."

Mu You sneered, and said meaningfully, "You'd better think about whether the poor relationship between you and me is worth it."

After he finished speaking, he walked into the dormitory.

Tang Lianghan immediately stretched out his hand to grab Mu You.

Mu You pointed Edmund's direction with his chin, "Edmund's office can see this, I advise you to be honest."

Tang Lianghan tightly grabbed Mu You's wrist, and Mu You was pulled very painfully.

"Let go." He whispered, "If you don't let go, I will kick you."

Tang Lianghan breathed heavily and let it go slowly.

Mu You went upstairs and returned to his room.

Half an hour later, Tang Lianghan left in front of his dormitory building.

Mu You stood in the room and looked at the fading figure, and sneered.

It turns out that the so-called "waiting" means waiting in the cold wind for less than half an hour before shrinking back.

How blind were his eyes back then.

He sighed and turned on the computer, and started his email journey again.

He agreed not to go to work on weekends, why did that workaholic Edmund come to the office?

Damn, he had to write an email to apologize now in order to show his sincerity, saying that he was also diligently studying and checking information on weekends.

Mu You went to Google to search for several sample apology essays, changed them, and felt that they were touching, so he sent the email.

After sending the email, he received a message from Tang Lianghan's new mobile phone number: I will not give up

Mu You blocked this phone number with a deadpan expression, feeling very off-putting.

The scumbag's arrival was really a mood-destroying thing, Mu You stared at the digital tablet for a long time in the dormitory, but got nothing, so he simply put away his things and went out to indulge.

He is going to the bar.

**

Yan Xing went to the office to pick up the items left behind on Friday, and checked the mail by the way.

Just before he was about to close his mailbox, he received an email from YouMu.

He glanced up casually, closed the mailbox, and checked it again on Monday.

He picked up his phone and glanced at the notification bar intentionally or unintentionally, but there was no new message.

Why is the little guy so quiet today, so quiet that Yan Xing is not used to it.

Mu You took the subway to the bar in the city center. On the subway, he sent a message to Xingzhi. Because the signal was not good, he sent intermittent messages: Today, my ex-boyfriend came to see me.

Xingzhi: Then, how are you doing now?

Youyou: I chased him away

Xingzhi: that's good

Youyou: But I still can't get angry and feel depressed. I was able to drive him away today because I met a plague god

Xingzhi: God of Plague?

Youyou: That’s what I told you. Mom likes to sue. She has a dead face all day long, especially with a small belly. I met him today, and I told my ex-boyfriend directly that if he doesn’t leave, the other party will to sue him

Youyou: So the ex-boyfriend left

Xingzhi: ...

Youyou: That ghost even comes to work on weekends, so I have to write apology emails to express my sincerity on weekends

Xingzhi: Your vocabulary and tricks to describe the other party are very rich

Yan Xing vaguely felt that this situation was very familiar.

But there were many coincidences, so he didn't think much about it.

Youyou: Harm, Chinese culture is extensive and profound, don’t you all understand it?

Xingzhi: Sorry, I am of mixed race

Youyou: (￣△￣;)

Youyou: Well, then you can’t appreciate the art of language

Xingzhi: just understand you

Youyou:! ! !

Youyou: You actually flirted with me!Tell me, are you in love with me?

Xingzhi: ...?

Youyou: Hey, you really don’t understand the charm of Chinese characters, you can’t even understand it, “上” has double meanings

Xingzhi: ...do not understand

Youyou: Well, little fresh meat, I can’t accompany you as an old antique, I’m going to the bar to be cool

Xingzhi: Are you alone?

Youyou: That's right, do you have to call someone else when you go to drink?I was assigned here by a professor, and I didn’t have many friends, so it’s inconvenient to call me

Xingzhi: one must be careful

Yan Xing looked at the words on the screen, hesitated for a moment, and then said: If you have something to tell me

Youyou: (*＾-＾*) It’s going to be okay, don’t worry

In a well-known bar in City B of Country G, Mu You looked at the prices on the menu with heartache, and then converted them into Renminbi...

Almost died instantly.

He reluctantly ordered a glass of draft beer, and poured it with his head up in line with the principle of not being wasted.

The draft beer has the smell of grain and is bitter in the mouth, but it turns sweet in the end. Mu You couldn't help but take a few more sips, feeling a little dizzy.

Jazz music sounded in the bar, and dancers from Eastern Europe danced to the jazz music.

Mu You looked at it and felt that the dancer's skirt had turned into a double image.

His phone vibrated, but he didn't pay attention until it vibrated several times before turning on the screen.

Xingzhi: how are you now

Xingzhi: Are you okay?

Xingzhi: Drunk?

Yuu: no

Youyou: I'm sure I'm sober and can walk in a straight line

Xingzhi: go back early

Yan Xing left his phone on the coffee table, feeling inexplicably worried.

He was worried about that "Youyou".

This is almost unthinkable and extremely indulgent for him.

He was actually worried about a netizen he had never met.

He picked up his phone again and watched his chats with that "Youyou" one by one.

Countless emojis, lively language, just the right ambiguity and teasing, chatting that never crosses the boundaries of the Internet.

There is a clear image in his mind, a student full of vigor, young and agile, who likes to draw, and is so thin that he can touch his ribs when he hugs him.

There was a feeling in his heart that he wanted to break this boundary.

He felt that he probably really fell in love online.

It's a strange feeling, he never cared so much when he was with Shen Yuantian before.

Mu You drank alone, and gradually became a little confused.

The jazz music in the bar has been changed. There are no dancers dancing, and the surrounding voices are very noisy. Occasionally, a waiter walks by with a roasted pig's trotter.

He was in a trance, feeling that the noise around him was getting farther and farther away.

He wanted to leave, but when he put his hands on the table and tried to stand up, he found that his legs were as limp as noodles.

Is he... drunk?

The phone vibrated several times again, he clicked on it drunkenly, and saw that Xingzhi had sent several more messages——

Xingzhi: have you gone back?

Xingzhi: how

Xingzhi: Are you okay?

Youyou: I seem to be drunk

Youyou: I have no energy

Youyou: I want to walk slowly in the bar

Yan Xing took a deep breath, picked up the car keys on the table, and asked: Which bar are you in?

Mu You subconsciously reported the name of the bar.

Xingzhi: wait for me

Mu You put down the phone in a daze, and it took several minutes to realize——

Xingzhi means, wait for him.

Is Xingzhi coming to look for him?

He wants it, face-to-face? !

Mu You was sober for a moment, but soon overwhelmed by the alcohol, his brain was in a daze, and he couldn't figure out what Mian Ji meant for a long time.

He vaguely recalled that Xingzhi was 189cm, 75kg, and he seemed to have a good figure, and his profile looked handsome. If something happened, it probably wouldn't be his disadvantage.

He was lying on the table, his mind was muddled, his face was flushed red after drinking, and he was steaming all over his body.

A little hot……

He tugged the collar of his sweater to breathe.

When Yan Xing came to the bar, he declined the waiter's guidance, looking back and forth.

The young Chinese male who came to the bar alone, student-like...

Soon, he found a boy half lying on the table in the corner of the bar, only showing his black hair.

There is only such a single Chinese male sitting alone in the whole bar, so it should be right.

Yan Xing tried to shout in a low voice: "Youyou?"

Mu You heard a deep bass calling him, the voice was full of temptation and tenderness, and he tried his best to support his chaotic mind and raise his head.

This voice seems familiar...

A tall man in a black coat appeared in his sight.

About 30 years old, with gentle gold-rimmed glasses, handsome and indifferent eyebrows, the silver buttons on the black coat shone with a silver-white metallic luster in the light of the bar.

This person looked very familiar, so familiar that he had seen him this morning.

He was startled awake instantly, so nervous that he almost stuttered, "b...boss?"

Yan Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, took out his mobile phone and opened the dialog box on MATCH, shook the conversation between the two in front of Mu You, and asked slowly: "You You?"

At that moment, Mu You felt that he was only one second away from dying on the spot.

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