Mr Cheng

Frankly speaking, Mr. Cheng is a crying bag.

At the same time, he is a well-known and well-known senior social animal, representing the company's face; this tear-loving problem has been well-hidden by him, and he never shows it in front of others.

When encountering the boss's blame and the client's indiscriminate scolding, it is the time for Mr. Cheng's department to step up.

Mr. Cheng, the business elite headed by him, showed a smile like a white lotus flower, and confidently broke through one by one. You come and go, effectively comforting those present, and achieving a win-win situation for all parties.

After returning home, I closed the bedroom door, howled heart-piercingly in the thickened bed, kicked my legs and scratched my hair, whirled around, and crawled in the bed.

After waking up, it was another quiet beauty.

Crying to Mr. Cheng is like water to fish. It is the most economical and practical way to relieve stress and loneliness.

All it takes is a deserted corner, an emotional brew, a pack of tissues or a pillow towel that's about to be tossed in the washing machine, and the problem is solved.

But especially occasionally, there will be situations where you can't hold back.

Mr. Cheng is bisexual. He has been introduced by his elders and friends to countless blind dates, but he has never succeeded. He still needs to work hard.

Because of his gentle personality and upright appearance, there are many people who ask Mr. Cheng out and spend several days with him on and off.

In the end, they all said to Mr. Cheng: "Your personality is like a cup of warm water, it can't boil, we are not suitable."

The implication is that when you interact with people, your emotions are as stable as at work, you can coax each other well and solve pain points, but you can't give people any surprises and love.

I have heard this sentence no less than ten times. When the other party mouths the first word, Mr. Cheng is mentally prepared, predicts in his mind, and completes the other party's remaining words with sound and picture.

At this time, Mr. Cheng felt deeply guilty for wasting the other party's precious time and feelings.

Among them, an upright man said to Mr. Cheng: "You don't take the initiative at all. Are you here for a blind date or to complete a task?"

"Don't you be a working machine?"

The crying problem is like a flood that is about to break the dam, and it is all supported by the willpower that Mr. Cheng is proud of.

After collecting twenty kills, Mr. Cheng tactfully declined the introduction, and even considered adding a golden retriever to himself, who lives alone, to spend the rest of his life together.

Although Mr. Cheng, like most ordinary people, yearns for love.

The day of the flood finally came.After several months of overtime, a friend introduced Mr. Cheng to a new blind date, Mr. Li from the company next door.

Mr. Li's skin is two degrees whiter than that of Mr. Cheng with warm white skin. He is wearing a casual suit. He is tall, but not too strong.

Mr. Li is a person who is very good at motivating other people's emotions and atmosphere. When he talks about interesting things in life, they are all topics of interest to Mr. Cheng in his field of knowledge.

Mr. Cheng ate the Japanese food that he didn't eat often, and listened intently to Mr. Li's words. He accidentally choked on mustard, and tears came down at that time.

It didn't stop, and Mr. Cheng didn't realize that his eye sockets were so moist until the aftertaste of the hot pepper rushing straight into his brain subsided.

Mr. Li leaned over and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes for him. He acted considerately and used his own cotton handkerchief. When he was close to Mr. Cheng's face, he could smell the sun.

Mr. Li said: "Blame me, I arranged it without asking in advance whether you like it or not. I'm sorry."

Mr. Cheng wanted to say that he was distracted, but he hiccupped when he couldn't speak. It was neither loud nor soft enough for the other party to hear.

Mr. Li, who had not yet sat down, lowered his eyes slightly, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. There was no irony in that smile, but there was starlight in his eyes, which reflected Mr. Cheng's bewildered appearance.

Mr. Cheng tightly closed his thin lips, his tear glands filled again, and the whole handkerchief was soaked with tears.

If it weren't for the curtains blocking the private room, their table would have attracted 80.00% of the attention of the whole store, and it would be imagined as a large-scale breakup scene.

Mr. Li hesitated for a few seconds, then slowly and firmly extended his other hand.

The palm is wide and the five fingers are slender. They fall on Mr. Cheng's hair, which is slightly longer than the inch head, and smooth the hair one by one, like stroking a cat.

"!!"

Mr. Cheng wished that his height of 1.7 meters eight would become seven or eight millimeters, and he could escape to the ground and find nowhere to look.

Mr. Li didn't ask the reason the whole time, and he still had a good temper.

By the time Mr. Cheng could hold back his tears because of the phone call from his leader, Mr. Li's handkerchief had already absorbed moisture and salt.

Mr. Li put away the handkerchief with a smile and sat down, and put the wet tears into the pocket of his suit, ignoring that it dyed the mouse-gray fabric on the heart part deeper.

"Sorry, Mr. Li, I have a temporary job."

"It's okay, Mr. Cheng, you are busy, please contact me next time."

"I'm really sorry about it."

The meal was not enjoyable, and they failed to get to know each other in more detail. The two parted ways near the CBD. Mr. Cheng, who was called back to work overtime, sincerely apologized.

For Mr. Li, Mr. Cheng couldn't maintain a business-like smiling face, 50.00% of the expression was embarrassment mixed with 30.00% of shame, and the remaining [-] could not look directly at Mr. Li's eyes.

Mr. Li, who had a smile on his lips, also had beautiful curves at the end of his eyes. He didn't speak but it was better than words.

The faint scent of vanilla perfume on Mr. Cheng's body will be fumigated by Mr. Li's eyes.

For the first time, Mr. Cheng felt that Mr. Li was different from others.

There are many emotions that people can convey with their eyes. Mr. Cheng, who has always been focused on people, was distracted for the second time, and Mr. Li seemed to say farewell words such as "work is going well".

Although Mr. Li had a pleasing face, Mr. Cheng always felt that he was a little more handsome than before, including the back when the other party left, and his waist was thinner than ordinary men.

They are all handsome.

No matter how you look at it, Mr. Li is a very considerate man.

Ah, the urge to lie down on Mr. Li's back and even wipe away his tears and nose.

Mr. Cheng made up the picture in his brain, pressed his index finger on the swollen eye sockets, and subconsciously, he also learned to show a very friendly smile like Mr. Li.

The girls walking past him slowed down, looked at Mr. Cheng a few more times, and whispered to each other with blushing faces.

Mr. Cheng suddenly realized what he was doing, and was about to blush when he was seen. He quickly switched back to the state of work, with that white lotus smile on the air, put on the mask, and walked quickly to the office building.

Fishing in the tea room, Mr. Cheng told his friends on WeChat that he beat his hands very fast, and the blind date was so easy to cry.

Friends who have been close friends for many years feel that it is the first time in his life that Mr. Cheng is picky about a blind date, or even a human fault, and they are amazed in the voice: "Is there anyone with more developed tear glands than you?"

Mr. Cheng quickly sent a voice note to clarify: "It's the third cry."

"I feel that you are interested in him, come on, Beibi!"

Mr. Cheng silently typed and wrote in the dialog box: He probably thinks I'm strange.

Reminiscent of the other party's frank attitude and smiling eyes, he deleted the words again.

I don't know if Mr. Li has already disposed of that wet handkerchief.

Although it is made of cotton cloth, there are unknown embroidery on it. I don't know the value, so I have to find a way to compensate him for the loss.

And maybe dry cleaning of top coats.

Sentimented by the well-developed tear glands, Mr. Cheng felt that he was completely cold, heartbreakingly cold, and wished to wrap himself in the bed and howl for another time.

During the night of overtime work that day, Mr. Cheng received Mr. Li’s tearful cat emoji package. The version he had never seen before was cute and funny.

When Mr. Cheng saw it, it was still a moving picture, with tears splashing on it, like two unbreakable lasagnas.

Mr. Li, whose profile picture is a black cat whose paws can't see its five fingers: My sister forwarded mine, and it feels very cute.

Mr. Li, who is nicknamed croneko on WeChat, sent another message: I am very like you.