Mr Cheng

The meeting lasted from noon to sunset.

Even Mr. Li himself didn't notice that his brows didn't loosen during the five-hour meeting, which not only frightened the partners, but also frightened his own people.

The specific plan was negotiated in one go. The people in the advertising company gasped and formed a group after getting off the elevator, blowing rainbow farts to each other.

Finally, all eyes fell on Mr. Cheng.

"Our Yueyue is really awesome! Grandma loves you!"

"Yeah, I was able to withstand Li Xiao's pressure and bought extra time for the project!"

Mr. Cheng waved his hand: "Mr. Li is forgiving."

"Li Xiao is really strict, and only a ghost like you thinks he's ok. We rushed over when we heard him run amok in the bathroom. You're welcome."

"Thank you for your rescue." Mr. Cheng heard Mr. Li scolding him and rubbing his ears tiredly after speaking, and muttered in response, "But...Mr. Li is not what we thought. .”

"You still call him Mr. Li, isn't it a bit too serious?"

"What's serious, I always feel a little disgusted when I hear Yueyue call me that, as if I'm calling my husband..."

"Thank you," Mr. Cheng took the portfolio from his colleague and hugged it in his arms, recalling Mr. Li's expression, he murmured, "I don't know what happened to his eyes."

"Hey, just passed a plan, why did you turn your elbow out!"

"How come, I love the company the most, and I love you the most, so let's go, my partners."

Mr. Cheng and his friends walked out happily, but they pretended to be troubled.

The contact lens should not be broken in the eye, otherwise, I don't know how Mr. Li survived the five hours.

Moreover, Mr. Li's expression at that time was clearly guilty and annoyed.

All a little out of control.

Mr. Li, who took the first step, drove the car less than a hundred meters away from home, and suddenly remembered the agreement with Mr. Cheng tonight.

He should be able to coax people with ease, as long as he wants to, but subconsciously avoids this matter.

However, Mr. Cheng sent a message saying that the department had a dinner party and was coerced by the leader to release pigeons. He is deeply sorry and will deal with Mr. Li next time.

Mr. Li silently put down the phone.

The so-called accidental acquaintance is like this.

The next time may be tomorrow, or a week later, or it may stop at this cooperation project, and they will gradually fade away, from friends to WeChat netizens, and then from netizens to an unfamiliar number in the list.

Mr. Li sent a cat's paw ok gesture, and didn't send another word to see you next time.

He knew that his cute and cute persona in Mr. Cheng had collapsed, and he had become hopelessly fierce ever since.

Whether it was the news from Mr. Cheng, or the fact that the two of them didn't have to meet for the time being, Mr. Li was relieved and at the same time felt a little disappointed.

Although such emotions are not brought to work, there are still careful people in the company who notice them.

Colleagues from the personnel department risked their lives to tease: "Li Sang, have you lost your relationship?"

"Get out." Mr. Li replied simply and rudely.

Turn around and gossip with people: "Li Sang is really broken in love, and he didn't even use his brain to change tricks to hurt us a few times."

"From now on, the tiger will become a sick cat, and we monkeys will be called the king hehe~"

The words reached Mr. Li's ears again, and his heart did not fluctuate, and he even opened the WeChat list.

I have never been afraid of anything in my life, even if my ex-boyfriend Mr. Li didn't want to contact Mr. Cheng rashly.

Afraid of making him cry again.

If he really makes people cry again, he won't know what he is!

Even 0 has the dignity of being a man, not to mention that Mr. Cheng looks much softer than him, and needs to be taken good care of.

So the witty Mr. Li opened Zhihu and started searching, how to restore the favor of the cat owner.

Contrary to everyone's imagination, Mr. Cheng, who allowed the complicated details of Agency A to finalize the cooperation plan with only one round of negotiations, wandered around the company like a wandering ghost.

Even the approval of the long-lost request for a salary increase did not make him look excited for a second.

Mr. Cheng poked open the round-eyed black cat on Mr. Li's WeChat avatar, and wanted to kiss it secretly, but he didn't dare.

The previous dream was the opposite. He was not Mr. Li's candy, but bitter melon, the kind that had been stored in the refrigerator for a year.

Recently, Mr. Cheng picked up the Japanese that he had learned half of the pseudonyms before, and he learned some simple sentence patterns. He was able to understand the Japanese vocabulary on the pictures on Mr. Li's circle of friends without software translation.

Imagining how Mr. Li hits every key on the keyboard, in what order to type, and editing and sending to Moments has become Mr. Cheng's little new pleasure after dinner.

Mr. Cheng wanted to tell Mr. Li that he understood and could read.

Although his wish was as naive as a child's, he really wanted Mr. Li to praise him.

Before going to bed, Mr. Cheng received a message from Mr. Li, but it was not good night.

クロネコ: ?(?????ω?????)? I went back to my hometown on the weekend. I have special products for Mr. Cheng. Please give me the address.

He Cheng: How embarrassing.

クロネコ: (○`ε′○) You’re welcome, I can’t eat the ones I produce at home, and my colleagues and friends all share.

Mr. Cheng is very happy.

Mr. Li's emoji is back, he must be in a good mood, he came to chat with me, it is definitely not to imply the end of friendship.

The black cat that accidentally scratched the person stretched out the meat ball to try, and scratched and scratched the person's heart with its whiskers.

Mr. Cheng copied the address of the company's front desk, held the send button for more than ten seconds, cleared the message box, edited his home address, sent it in one go, and asked Mr. Li for the address.

Mr. Li didn't hesitate much, and sent over the house number of the apartment he lived in.

Mr. Li was curious: "What do you want to send me? Is it also a special product?"

"No." Mr. Cheng replied, with a smile on his face that he didn't notice, and he lowered his voice, and said to Mr. Li, "Secret."

Mr. Cheng, a man with many secrets.

Two days later, they received each other's courier.

The first is Mr. Cheng who got up early and jogged on weekdays. When he opened the door of his house, he just received a package from SF Express that was placed outside the door. It was a sideline product sent by Mr. Li.

Hand-brewed honey and milk squeezed by Mr. Li himself.

On weekdays, Mr. Cheng can send texts but does not use voice. First, he often suffers from embarrassment, and his own voice is very delicate;

Two this time, Mr. Cheng received the gift and couldn't wait to send a voice message to Mr. Cheng immediately.

"Received, two big boxes, thank you!"

"You're welcome, isn't the jar broken?" Mr. Li asked worriedly.

Mr. Cheng stared at the ten-layered bubble wrap, and replied hesitantly: "Can you tell the courier that you don't have to wrap it so tightly next time, it's not environmentally friendly."

The unfriendly Mr. Li who delivered the courier: "...Okay, pay attention next time."

Almost at the same time, the courier boy also came to Mr. Li's door.

Mr. Li received a pair of well-made frame glasses, a limited edition of a well-known brand. After wearing them, even the interpupillary distance was accurate.

Touching the thin gold wire, Mr. Li pondered for a moment, then threw the original spare black-rimmed glasses into the deep drawer.

Since then, the rumor that Mr. Li hates glasses has been dispelled in the agency.

At the beginning, the members went viral, Mr. Li wore a frame to work, and the sun came out from the west.

The same goes for the second day.

The same goes for the third day.

Nth day...

"Do we still have a chance to see Tiger Li wearing invisibility?"

"It should be gone..."

Some good-for-nothings who are tireless gossip and are not afraid of being scolded specially ran to ask: "Li Sang (Japanese name), can you tell me which city you ordered the glasses from? My wife has been fascinated by this brand for a long time!"

"I want it."

"Uh-huh!"

"My baby bought it, and I don't know."

"Hey hey hey, I'm so confused! Tell me who the baby is!"

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"Please, we're betting on whether your sweetheart belongs to Company B! It's a bet on one month's food!"

"You guys are so boring." The questioner caught Mr. Li's noble, cold and contemptuous glance, "The president's grandfather lived to be a hundred years old because he never meddles in other people's business."

Mr. Li rushed into the office after responding, locked the door behind him, and pinched his red earrings frantically.

How could he say such a shameful thing? He is such a mature and stable person who doesn't like to show off.

The baby is of course a little wanderer, Mr. Cheng who loves to shed tears and is easy to be happy.

He just has a good impression of Mr. Cheng, thinks he is cute, and the blind date has become a friend who can talk about everything, and the relationship is still a bit tense, that's all.

Of course, Mr. Cheng not only didn't hate him, but also cared about him so much, which is really great.

Mr. Li set up a psychological defense line for himself, and hastily came to a conclusion: "It's like picking up a very good and poor little stray, and one day it will be released, or even find a suitable owner for him."

Mr. Li had heard Mr. Cheng say before that he was not the only one who compared people to cats, and Mr. Cheng also thought so.

He thinks Mr. Cheng is a stray little raccoon, and Mr. Cheng sees him as a big black cat.

The fist of Mr. Li's right hand landed on the palm of his left hand, and after a knock, his heart suddenly felt relieved.

It can be concluded that -

He and Mr. Cheng are now in the relationship of mutual shit shoveling officer.

Mr. Cheng drank Mr. Li's honey milk and started dreaming again.

Mr. Li in the dream is wearing neat overalls and milking cows.

The ears are normal ears, and there are no pink fleshy balls and slender and flexible black tails, so they look normal.

If you don't look directly at Mr. Li's well-shaped chest muscles that support the blue overalls.

The lines that cannot be ignored made Mr. Cheng look down.

Don't worry, he's not bad either.

In the dream, Mr. Li turned his ten nimble fingers and asked in a goodnight tone: "My skills are very good. Do you want to experience Mr. Cheng too?"

When I woke up, the sky had not yet dawned.

Mr. Cheng was sleepy, with tears in his eyes, and threw the pillow towel into the washing machine in distress.

I also gave up on myself and used a lot of special laundry detergent for menstrual periods issued by the company.