early bird sold out

Today is my birthday, I will worry about this person next time, the live broadcast is over, and the huge office is quiet again in an instant.

Xia Zhizhu reached out and clicked the mouse to switch back to the desktop, raised his hand to turn off the fill lights placed in front of him on the left and right, and suddenly there was only the warm light behind the desk left in the room.

He didn't dare to raise his head, hugged the cushion under him and stood up nervously, carefully picked up the agreement that he had put away in a hurry when Xiao Zheng and Lily came in.

Originally, the location of today's live broadcast was in the dedicated reception room for Song Ci called "Xia Zhi Zhu Bu Lian" on WiFi, but Empress Ci Xi was always so busy that even Xiao Zheng was missing at the moment.

I don't know if it's because Xia Zhizhu's impression was too gentle and innocent. It was obvious that he spent a short period of time alone, but now everyone seems to believe that he can't be allowed to work alone. He must have at least one person around him. accompanied by a guardian.

And Song Ci looked left and right, read the entire Xingyan, and finally entrusted the boy to the relatively reassuring president before leaving, leaving a sentence "It's okay, have a good birthday", Xia Zhizhu let a person take the elevator to the top floor and followed the instructions and walked directly into the CEO's office. He saw the "Mutual Assistance Agreement for Patients with Social Phobia" spread out on the table.

Does he know what he shouldn't know.

Just when Xia Zhizhu didn't know where to put his eyes in front of the agreement, Xi Zhao pushed the door open and walked in.

It is obvious that the president of an entertainment company is suffering from social fear, and the stock price will plummet that day if it is revealed, and Xia Zhizhu will believe it if he just makes up a reason, but the moment they look at each other after pushing the door, Xi Zhao's In the eyes, it just said without any waves: "Ah, I was seen by you."

Then he went to work.

Although I don't know what Mr. Xi does during off-duty hours, it is impossible for the president to be idle, so let's just assume that he is dedicated to working overtime.

Will he be fired later, Xia Zhizhu, who had finally finished the live broadcast, thought again in distress.

He didn't know what other job he could find.

The starlet who fell into a depressed mood was still worrying about the invisible future, but he didn't realize that there was only an empty boss chair left under the warm light.

Xi Zhao, who was sitting there 2 minutes ago, walked slowly to the cabinet on the side of the office, opened the built-in refrigerator, and took out a square cardboard box.

Well, it's the kind you often see in cake shops.

The cold light from the electrical appliance finally awakened Xia Zhizhu's consciousness. He raised his head and saw Mr. Xi standing at the intersection of warm and cold light.

He has never seen such a trick before. After a day of work, the elite hairstyle when he goes out in the morning still maintains the shape of the back, but it is obviously more casual than in the morning. The X on the top of the ear looms in the light and shadow. This noble son's appearance took another step closer to the handsome direction.He didn't wear a suit jacket or a lined vest. The slim white shirt was made of soft and luxurious fabric, and the light gray trousers were well-shaped, which made the man's already eye-catching leg length even better.

Xia Zhizhu, who inexplicably felt that his legs were a bit short, even tiptoed quietly, a little embarrassed.

And at this time, Xi Zhao confessed without warning: "I have social phobia."

Xia Zhizhu didn't make a sound.

Xi Zhao: "The doctor said, I need a mutual help partner."

And we all know that you are the best choice, every way.

Xia Zhizhu was just silent.

"..." Xi Zhao lowered his eyelids: "You can go back and think about it and tell me the answer."

Xia Zhizhu: "Okay."

This time it was Xi Zhao's turn to stop responding.

As if aware of the ambiguity in the answer just now, Xia Zhizhu raised his head and looked seriously at the person standing cautiously at a distance from the social distance: "I mean - yes, yes, Mr. Xi, I am willing .”

If in the end we still stay away back to back like intersecting lines, at least let me be close to you briefly at this moment.

Xi Zhao slowly flapped his long eyelashes, as if he didn't realize it, it turned out that standing in front of him was a child who was more deceitful than he imagined.

And he acted too calmly—closed the refrigerator door, walked slowly to the table, put the carton on the coffee table, and bowed to take out the small cake hidden inside—even as if he had been programmed to complete it step by step. A precision bionic robot with a fixed process.

Xia Zhizhu chose "YES" just now, so he seems to be about to get a dessert after dinner, what if it is "NO"?

I will too.

The night was too dark, Xia Zhizhu watched silently as the man stroked the cuff of his shirt, revealing the expensive mechanical watch hanging on the clear joints of his wrist. Use it to light a thin bright yellow candle.

Perhaps it was because of his throat discomfort, and he drank coffee again without a long memory. Outside the halo warmed by the candlelight, Mr. Xi, who is utterly eloquent, lowered his eyelids, and his voice was inexplicably tight and dry.

"Make a wish?"

This is the birthday present he prepared for Xia Zhizhu, the cake he made by himself... Maybe it can be called intentional?

Xi Zhao had seen the specially customized fondant cake for Xia Zhizhu sent by the crew today. The little Xia Zhizhu placed on it was too delicate and there was no place to put candles.

His has it, but the area is too small to insert one.

One is good, wholeheartedly.

Xia Zhizhu blinked his eyes unexpectedly and swallowed his Adam's apple: "...Mr. Xi."

"There are three hours, ten and seven minutes until twelve o'clock."

Xi Zhao glanced at his watch and reconfirmed that it was not too late.

"Happy birthday, Xia Zhizhu."

There is no romance at all, but relying on the precision of every second has become a romance in another sense.

Maybe he should cooperate with the AI ​​robot.

The corners of Xia Zhizhu's mouth involuntarily curved and then quickly flattened. He closed his eyelids, clasped his hands in silence for five seconds, then opened his eyes and blew out the small candle that symbolized his official entry into the New Year. .

From day to night, busy work, thousands of miles of travel, the 23rd birthday seems to have finally come to fruition at this moment, when there are only three hours and less than 7 minutes left before the end of this distance.

"What should I do?"

Xia Zhizhu jerky pronounced the unfamiliar term: "As your mutual help object."

"Let's start with the simplest one." Xi Zhao still held the cake with both hands, "Say good morning, afternoon and evening every day, is that okay?"

Xia Zhizhu put the hand that was so nervous that he was holding it quietly behind his back, and nodded gently to the man: "Good night, Mr. Xi."

He is too obedient and doesn't understand the ambiguous see-saw in a relationship. He even read a greeting that can be tender and tender as if he couldn't wait to say goodbye. lips.

...Does he really have a social barrier?

But Xi Zhao suddenly smiled at him.

Since the evening when they first met, the man raised his fingers and raised the boy's injured wrist, and the 1849 silent dreams that he has never forgotten since then, the quiet fool finally got an echo tonight.

On the last day of May, in the moonlit summer night, the moon who lives in the small pond of Xiazhizhu replied softly to him with a deep voice like reciting a poem: "Good night, Xiazhizhu."