Mr Cheng

Mr. Cheng, who came back from a business trip, remembered an important matter, and sent a WeChat inquiry to Mr. Li as usual.

He Cheng: How can I compensate you for the handkerchief from last time?

Kuroneko: (Meow meow?)

Chroneko: Is it convenient to answer the phone now?

He Cheng: Convenient.

As soon as the message was sent, Mr. Li's voice phone flickered.

Mr. Cheng's hands and feet curled up.

Unknowingly, answering Mr. Li's WeChat call has become a very common, but exciting thing.

Obviously they are just ordinary friends without any reason to be ambiguous, but he insists on thinking that Mr. Li is too kind.

No one can do it better than Mr. Lee.

But Mr. Cheng understands that that is not the feeling of being in love.

At least, Mr. Li is not to himself.

During the call, Mr. Li still told Mr. Cheng that it was okay.

In the tea room, Mr. Cheng frantically put on the earphones. Mr. Li breathed lightly around the ear holes, which seemed to have a magical power that made people's eyes turn red.

Mr. Cheng pressed his eye sockets and warned himself that he was not in bed at home, nor face to face with Mr. Li, so he should keep calm.

Mr. Cheng insisted on compensating Mr. Li, but Mr. Li jokingly said, "Then give me contact lenses?"

Only then did Mr. Cheng know that Mr. Li is highly myopic and obsessed with his own personal image, so he doesn't usually wear frames.

The eyes are black and bright because of...

Mr. Li wore cheating colored contact lenses.

Scheming and small diameter, the latest dark coffee color, sweet and cool, the best choice for travel and dating.

Mr. Li teased and said: "Is it disillusioned? I told you this secret. Do you have anything to exchange with me?"

"It won't be disillusioned. Mr. Li's eyes are beautiful." Mr. Cheng hit a straight ball, thought for a long time, and replied in that quiet and patient breathing: "I can't think of a secret now. I will think about it and tell you tonight. you?"

"Yeah, it's still a secret." Mr. Li chuckled, "Okay, I'll wait for your call at night."

Mr. Cheng sent a voice note to Mr. Li before going to bed: "In fact, every time I finish crying, I feel very relaxed, but I don't know if this is a disease."

I thought it was already late at night, and Mr. Li, whose work and rest routine was like that of a veteran cadre, must have fallen asleep, but he received a second reply.

"Fool." The black cat replied softly, "It's a normal expression of emotion, there's nothing wrong with it."

Mr. Cheng thought about it and asked, "Then contact lenses..."

"Don't take it seriously, I don't care about the handkerchief." Mr. Li unfolded the dry handkerchief while talking with Mr. Cheng.

There is a faint smell of sea water on it, which is the mark of its existence after Mr. Cheng's tears evaporated.

When I met Mr. Cheng for the first time that day, Mr. Li was a little repulsed before departure, but he just had the mentality of giving it a try.

After breaking up with his violent ex-boyfriend, because of his friend's nosy personality, Mr. Li has been stuffed with so many weird guys.

The lure who was originally as seductive as him was almost turned into iron by his ex and those unreliable men.

Mr. Cheng really belonged to that beautiful accident.

Mr. Li had just sent Mr. Cheng to work, and his friend hurriedly called and said, "Oh shit, it's wrong, it's wrong!"

Mr. Li had a good first impression of Mr. Cheng. He thought he was very cute, so he asked kindly, "Did you introduce the wrong person? I like Mr. Cheng very much. You did a good job this time."

My friend's saliva almost sprayed on his face through the receiver: "He is 0!!!"

"What?" Mr. Li was stunned, and when he realized it, he asked in a bad way, "Didn't you say he is bi?"

How can bisexuality be number zero?

"Boss, haven't you heard of GB Love? Whether it's a man or a woman, Cheng Yue is psychologically controlled. I took it for granted before. I only investigated the character and character, and didn't think about it at all. This time Even if I didn't think carefully, I will treat you to a meal later, this matter will be overturned, and I will introduce you to a high-quality Mengyi, what do you think?"

"Wufu will suffer from the poison you introduced." Mr. Li turned on the speaker, applied shea butter hand cream on his hands, and put on a harsh tone, "I want to find a partner, a stable partner, not a playmate , let alone dating, thank you!"

"Brother Xiao, don't be irritable--"

"Snapped!"

Mr. Li's mobile phone flew into the square fountain.

Knowing that Mr. Cheng is 0, or the type who puts his hands on his hands to be controlled by others, is quite a flattering personality.

Mr. Li should have listed Mr. Cheng as not very smart cannon fodder and a blacklisted user who would never be contacted again, but Mr. Cheng's inexplicable tears at the dinner table always made him feel at ease.

Frankly speaking, Mr. Li likes Mr. Cheng's face very much.

Zhou Zheng, handsome with just the right amount of masculinity, this is Mr. Li's favorite type.

Coupled with Mr. Cheng's faintly visible dimples when he smiled, it made his mother's love deteriorate even more, and he couldn't help but rua bald in his arms.

So if you're just friends, it doesn't matter if it's 0 or 1.

Like to cry, naturally there is no problem.

When Mr. Li of Yan Kong met Mr. Cheng for the first time, he cleared his mind while brushing the enamel pot at home.

He didn't really want to cut off contact with Mr. Cheng.He thinks Mr. Cheng is kind of cute.

No, it's not a little bit. From the descriptions of meeting and friends, Mr. Cheng is quite a lovely person.

Speaking of which, he hasn't passed Mr. Cheng's WeChat friend application yet.

Mr. Li brushed vigorously, almost covering up the white enamel.

After positioning Mr. Cheng as a friend, Mr. Li breathed a sigh of relief, and then sent the suit for dry cleaning.

But by accident, he left behind this handkerchief that he cut, bound and embroidered.

He put it in the drawer without washing it off, then took out the SIM card from the scrapped mobile phone, replaced it with a new one, passed the friend request in one go, and sent three messages to Mr. Cheng.

It's as if I was busy before and didn't have time to think about anything.

Successfully deceived Mr. Cheng.

Every night when talking with Mr. Cheng, Mr. Li would take out his handkerchief to have a look.

It is said that "seeing things and thinking about people", while Mr. Li deeply felt that Mr. Cheng was interesting, he occasionally realized that it seemed a bit abnormal for him to do so.

But this subtle and unreasonable point was quickly ignored by him.

After all, it was because the other party was so cute, and he only made such a move because of Mr. Cheng's undisguised frankness.

And as long as the parties don't know, this kind of behavior is not a bad thing.

So this day's chat unknowingly turned into a frequent 100-minute call.

"I said that you are cute when you cry. It's not a fake comfort or a disgusting compliment. I really think so."

"I have no doubts about Mr. Li's sincerity."

"Then when, let's have another meal together." Mr. Li suggested.

Mr. Cheng looked up at the small red calendar on the wall: "We should be able to finish the first wave by the 20th."

Mr. Li raised his hand and looked at his watch: "Coincidentally, I am too. See you at eight o'clock on the 20th."

"Okay." Mr. Cheng was happy to accept such a natural arrangement, and after confirming the date, he happily proposed, "When this project is successful, I will treat Mr. Li to a big meal."

"If you don't succeed, don't you eat it?"

"Eat too!" Mr. Cheng chuckled, "The project we won with the leader will not fail."

"Yes, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be crowed." Mr. Li smiled heartily, "I look forward to your good news, and I look forward to seeing you again."

"Me too. Is it time for Mr. Li to sleep? I still have some work to catch up. Good night, Mr. Li."

"Good boy." Mr. Li's voice was always cold and hard, but when he spoke to Mr. Cheng, it softened into a spring.

When he realized it himself, he also felt that this was too intimacy, so he hung up the phone in a hurry without saying good night.

"Ding".

The end button was pressed, and the night returned to silence.

Mr. Cheng held his phone in a daze for a long time, his whole body turned pink and smoke was coming from the top of his head.

He blinked slowly, his stomach felt a sense of emptiness turning into fullness, and squatted down with flushed cheeks, and the tender documents that had just been printed were used to cover his face, even though he was the only one at home.

"Mr. Lee."

"Mr. Li, what should I do?"

There are too many dreams about Mr. Li, even the auditory hallucinations are so real.

Will Mr. Li really praise him?

Would you really say "good boy" to him?

But in that case, he would really like him.

Liked more than last second.