The Prosperous Years of Wang Xiaohuo

Zhou Bin looked at Wang Xiaohuo for a while, his expression was not hesitant, but Wang Xiaohuo was puzzled, and asked: "Is Director Zhou familiar with Manager Ouyang?"

Zhou Bin smiled slightly and said, "We have been friends for many years."

"I wonder what kind of person Manager Ouyang is in the eyes of Director Zhou?" Wang Xiaohuo asked without thinking.

Zhou Bin pursed his lips and gave him a half-smile look, and said, "Frank, honest, but occasionally impulsive."

Wang Xiaohuo felt that he was seeing through his thoughts, his face was hot, and he said embarrassingly: "Don't worry, I'm just curious and casually asking."

Zhou Bin smiled and said nothing.

At this time, there was a sound of dull footsteps coming from the corridor, and the two looked at each other. Zhou Bin said, "I'll go first. When Director Chen comes later, don't say that I helped clean up the house."

"Why?" Although Wang Xiaohuo wished that Chen Wenjun didn't know about it, he still couldn't help asking.

"There's no reason." Zhou Bin shook his head, then said with a low voice with a smile, "It's just a little secret between us."

At this moment, the two were facing each other, and Wang Xiaohuo could clearly see the mischievous and kind-hearted twinkling in his eyes under the lens, which made Wang Xiaohuo startled, and then smiled knowingly and imitated his expression and tone in a low voice. Say: "Understood, understood."

Watching Zhou Bin leave, staring at his thick back and bear waist, Ouyang Lin's figure can't help appearing in front of his eyes. The two are a few years apart in age, similar in temperament but different in temperament, one is gentle and melancholy, the other is elegant and considerate If Ouyang Lin is said to be fascinated by the amorous scenery in autumn, then Zhou Bin is more like the gentle breeze in spring that makes people bathe in warmth.

"Director Zhou!" Chen Wenjun's loud voice came in, and brought Wang Xiaohuo's thoughts back to reality. The thought of facing his annoying face again made him extremely depressed.

The file finishing work still follows the traditional manual entry. Because of the heavy workload, Wang Xiaohuo has to leave early and late every day. He faces stacks of papers all day long, and occasionally gets lazy. What appears in his mind is only the past work. yearning for life.

"I don't know how he is doing now?" He was naturally referring to Ouyang Lin. Whenever this time came, Wang Xiaohuo would always get up and walk to the window to be lost in thought for a while.

The wooden cabinet that blocked the window had been removed by Chen Wenjun under Zhou Bin's instructions. There was no cover, and the scenery outside the house was unobstructed. Whether it was cloudy or sunny, the sky could always see through the window glass in time.

Zhou Bin has never been here alone since that day, and when he occasionally meets at work or after get off work, it is just a simple greeting. Although his attitude is still modest, he still feels less cordial than that day.

"What am I? I'm just a seconded person. He is always the leader, and he has to be careful about his identity in public." Sometimes Wang Xiaohuo feels like a memory that has been forgotten in a corner, and maybe it can only be discovered when it is cleaned.

"I hope he doesn't forget me." He was referring to Ouyang Lin naturally, and Wang Xiaohuo always felt sour at this time.

In autumn, the sun always walks in a hurry. The room was still bright before, but it was dimmed in the blink of an eye. When the lights were turned on, there were door knocking sounds in the corridor. I knew that they were all getting ready to leave work. As for the files, Wang Xiaohuo planned to leave only after sorting out this one.

Sitting again at the table, looking at the simple pieces of paper, Wang Xiaohuo couldn't help sighing that a person's life seems long, but in the end it can be summed up in just a few pieces of paper.

The outside of the house gradually became quiet, and only the sound of the pen tip scratching the paper was heard quietly. At this time, a burst of slow footsteps gradually approached and stopped at the door.

"Who is it so late?" Wang Xiaohuo looked towards the door in surprise.

The door creaked and was pushed open, and Zhou Bin walked in.

"Director Zhou hasn't left so late?" Somewhat surprised, Wang Xiaohuo stopped writing and asked.

"There is no one at home today." Zhou Bin walked into the room with a smile on his face.

"Where is sister-in-law?"

"I went back to my mother's house."

Wang Xiaohuo snorted, lowered his head and continued with what he was doing.

Zhou Bin leaned forward, stared at him writing with his head turned away, and asked, "Haven't you finished your work yet?"

"It's only a few registrations away." Wang Xiaohuo turned his face and said.

Zhou Bin's head was very close to him, and Wang Xiaohuo could clearly see the thin creases at the corners of his eyes and the stubble that just appeared on his lips, and his heart thumped like a drum.

"Is the light a bit dim?" Zhou Bin asked as he stood up straight and looked at the electric light above his head.

The straight suit was open, and the thin shirt inside tightly wrapped his round chest and belly, protruding out, and a glance from the side revealed a few spots of skin between the buttons.

It was unintentional that Wang Xiaohuo's face turned red, and he couldn't help but secretly spy on him even though he didn't dare to look at it.

A delicate belt is tied around the waist, the zipper under the belt buckle is wrinkled, and an inconspicuous string line in the middle part slightly outlines the existence of the objects inside.

"Hurry up and write, and go drink with me later." Zhou Bin suddenly leaned down, put his arm on Wang Xiaohuo's shoulder and said with a smile.

The movement range was not large, but a thick hot air gushed out from the open suit, a breath unique to adult men, and Wang Xiaohuo suddenly had difficulty breathing, and he was a little suffocated.