Mr Cheng

Mr. Li came late, not only passed the friend application, but also sent three messages in succession as soon as he passed.

The emoticons did not attract much attention from Mr. Cheng, but his eyes fell on Mr. Li's own account.

Mr. Cheng is proficient in katakana, stuttering and spelling Mr. Li's nickname, feeling black humor and indescribable charm.

Black cat?

Mr. Leng Baipi Li has a WeChat profile that is completely opposite to his own.

It is true that Mr. Li is so white all over, but there are many places like this nickname and this fur color.

Mr. Li's beauty is sharp, with dark eyebrows and eyes, and the cloth is wet with a handkerchief, and below that is...

Mr. Cheng was suddenly taken aback by the reverie slowly emerging in front of his eyes.

They did not know each other well, even if they were acquainted lovers, the imagining was quite offensive.

Mr. Cheng didn't think about it anymore, the cat was at the work station, glanced at the boss who hadn't left, then returned to the phone screen, and started a message with this tall and handsome black cat seriously.

He Cheng: You are also very cute.

Hecheng retracted a message.

He Cheng: Your profile picture is also very cute.

クロネコ: (Black cat claws air stepping on milk)

Mr. Cheng covered his heart and gasped softly: "Ah..."

A dignified question suddenly came from behind: "What are you doing, chatting with your girlfriend? It's like picking up 500 million with a grin."

After being found touching fish, Mr. Cheng's body trembled slightly, and he properly covered up the fear of being dominated by the leader as he whirled in his mind.

But I was still thinking about the black claws and the pink meat balls.

Mr. Li quickly felt the embarrassment of the overtime dog from the reply frequency and short words, and quietly hid.

Mr. Cheng, who had lost the news of Mr. Li, showed a calm smile, quickly finished his work, and got off work with an overtime card.

On the subway back, I couldn’t help poking at the list again, silently set it to the top, and chatted with Mr. Li while dozing off.

Mr. Cheng soon discovered that Mr. Li's painting style online and in reality had a cross-dimensional difference, and his skills in using emoticons and kaomoji were proficient, as if he had the illusion of chatting with a soft girl.

クロネコ: (???ω???) If you can't bear it, go to bed first, and I will call you by voice call before arriving at the station.

He Cheng: It's okay, are you not sleepy so late?You also go to bed early.

Croneko: ('艸') I'm about to fall asleep, but I'm still thinking about a picture.

He Cheng: Would you mind telling me?

クロネコ: (Little cat eats fish with tears.gif)

He Cheng: Huh?

Chroneko: Very cute.

Mr. Cheng has been waiting for the text, and after turning his mind for a long time, he realized that a picture can sum up everything. Mr. Li was thinking about his appearance when he was eating.

Mr. Cheng deleted, deleted, and revised the words typed in the box, and finally asked briefly: Don’t you think I’m strange.

クロネコ: I don't mean to make fun of it. I like cats very much. I heard you like them too.Nice to meet you too.

クロネコ: (cute cat.jpg)

He Cheng: Me too.

Mr. Cheng smiled.

Does Mr. Li, who compares Mr. Cheng to a cat, know how cute he is?

It was the first time for Mr. Cheng to see other people have such an interesting reaction to his well-developed lacrimal glands.

Stretching out his numb arms in the empty carriage, he sat up straight and chatted with Mr. Li for the rest of the journey in a more upright posture.

I also used the traffic of the last few m to click on every emoticon package sent by Mr. Li, secretly saved it in my favorites, and clumsily selected my favorite cat that I had kept for a long time and sent it to me.

Mr. Li "patted" him and sent a voice of praise for his cuteness.

Compared with Mr. Li himself, his voice is more imposing, but if the tone is harsher, most people can be calmed down.

But he spoke softly, and even asked Mr. Cheng to put the voice note in the collection.

I have heard of Mr. Li's work unit and work content, but I don't know what his specific position is.

Big and small should also be peers, and the emotional value is too high for people. If it is just internal affairs, Mr. Cheng doesn't believe it.

Mr. Cheng thought belatedly, why such a good man came to see him through a friend's introduction.

Mr Lee has better options.

After that day, the two staggered all the time due to work reasons and were unable to meet again, but established a solid friendship online.

When Mr. Cheng wakes up in the morning, opens his eyes, and regains consciousness, he always thinks that it will be another day when he meets Mr. Li online.

On the WeChat page, there is always a girly good morning greeting lying quietly.

It is the same at night.

Half a month later, Mr. Cheng, who was on a business trip, made the first cup of honey milk this year under the guidance of Mr. Li's remote connection.

Should be able to sleep well tonight too.

After saying goodnight to Mr. Li, Mr. Cheng lay in the hotel's soft blanket like a lover's embrace and had a prophetic dream.

Like everyone else, Mr. Li sat at the tea table, holding a glass of water, and stated the facts in a steady and calm tone: "Mr. Cheng is like this glass of warm water."

Mr. Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and he was judged irreparably.

He wants to say that I can't boil.

Mr. Li suddenly laughed heartily, and his lips pressed close to the transparent water glass.

Somehow, he grew cat ears with shiny black fluff, his slender fingers turned into pink fleshy balls, and the tip of his bright red tongue gently licked the water surface.

"Mr. Cheng." Mr. Li said.

"Mr. Cheng, do you know?" Mr. Li asked.

After Mr. Cheng woke up, what Mr. Li told him in his dream was still echoing in his mind.

"The sugar is all dissolved in it."