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The author has something to say: today I offer Cheng Yi with strawberry flavor.

Cheng Yi felt as if he was trapped in some unknown emotion, which made him dull and nervous.

At an unknown moment in the past, some kind of subtle seed lay dormant in the cortex of his subconscious, ready to go.

It's autumn recently, and the weather changes a lot. Cheng Yi reluctantly sat up from the series of alarms that had been set, and after wandering in consciousness for nearly a minute, he reluctantly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

This was the third day in a row to get up early, and Cheng Yi had changed from usual in the past three days, neither being late nor leaving early.

In addition to his desire to perform well in front of the leaders, the more important thing is that Cheng Yuan has been determined to be the final bidder for the Gu Cheng project. In order to make full preparations, everyone in the company has recently been beaten like chicken blood, and the atmosphere has been mobilized Got nervous.

When Cheng Yi came down the stairs, Tian's mother was cooking breakfast, he greeted her and rushed into the bathroom.

The bathroom on the first floor is relatively larger, because there are always some guests at home. Later, for convenience, Lao Cheng divided the living room into two, and half of it was converted into a welcoming living room. The toilet was also renovated a few years ago for convenience. Men's and women's bathrooms are separated.

There is a floor-to-ceiling mirror at the sink that takes up half of the wall. Cheng Yi liked to look beautiful in front of this mirror since he was a child, and now he is even more grown up. He likes to brush his teeth while admiring his pure and unadorned beauty, so besides taking a bath, He will arrange all washing activities here.

Cheng Yi immersed himself in washing his face, and suddenly felt his nose itchy and hot. When he raised his head again, a nosebleed left along the water stains.

He was startled at first, then took out a tissue and quickly twisted it into strips and stuffed it into his nostrils, and only washed it again when the bleeding had almost stopped.

Liang Xuewei walked into the bathroom just at this time, saw a few balls of blood-stained tissues on the shampoo stand in front of Cheng Yi, and deliberately raised her voice, "I'm not too young, it's time to find someone for myself."

"Ms. Liang, please don't get me wrong." Cheng Yi desperately defended himself with a strong nasal voice, "It's just that the change of seasons made me a little angry."

Liang Xuewei stared at him meaningfully, then turned around with a sigh, her voice full of helplessness, "I don't know how long it will be until I see my daughter-in-law, I'm almost tired of looking at your face."

I don't know what kind of stimulation this guy has been receiving recently. He kept his mouth shut just to ask him to bring his daughter-in-law back. Besides, he hasn't even said anything about it. He can still rob people in the street.

Cheng Yi secretly rolled his eyes, turned his back to Liang Xuewei and muttered in a low voice, "Turn me back and bring a man back."

When I arrived at the company after dinner, the department was organizing a morning meeting. The theme was still around this project, which roughly meant that there were many tasks in the initial stage of the project, and everyone had to be prepared to work overtime at any time.

But these have nothing to do with Cheng Yi. He just came to the department, and the most he does is to help print documents or occasionally go to the department to deliver things. The main thing is Pan Yao's arrangement. Maybe Pan Yao thinks that I shouldn't arrange troublesome affairs when I'm new here, or I did it on purpose because of his relationship with Lao Cheng.

However, Cheng Yi didn't want to think too much about these insignificant things. To be able to be free and earn a salary was something he had always dreamed of.

It was near noon when Cheng Yi found out that Song Xianfei and Pan Yao were not there. He heard from Feng Yuanyuan that a client who cooperated with him came over in the morning, and Song Xianfei and the others went to the meeting room upstairs together. Things like this often happen, and most of them are Song Xianfei himself. Reception and arrangement.

There was still no one in his office until the end of get off work. Cheng Yi stepped off work on time and ordered a cup of strawberry milk tea and chicken burger at a restaurant near the company. When he was about to drive home, he found the charging cable Carelessness falls in the department.

Although feeling helpless, the phone showed that only [-]% of the battery was left, so he had to go back to the company again.

It was time for lunch break, and there was no one in the department. Cheng Yi pushed open the door and went to his desk to get the phone charger. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, his eyes suddenly stayed on the door of Song Xianfei's office.

The door was ajar, not fully closed. He clearly remembered that the shutters were still ajar before he left, but now they were closed.

Song Xianfei is probably inside.

Cheng Yi slowed down his breathing, and stood at the door in a daze for a long time. Hearing that there was no movement from inside, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to stick to the door, and with a slight push, he pushed open a door that could allow people to enter and exit. gap.

The office is not big, and you can see the panorama at a glance from the door.

Song Xianfei was lying on the sofa taking a mid-morning rest, his eyes were tightly closed, and his body was only covered with a thin gray blanket. He seemed very tired, and his breathing sounded a bit heavy.

It's completely different from the usual well-dressed image. The coat is casually draped on a corner of the sofa, and the shirt has wrinkled him from sleeping. Director Song, who was in an excellent state of mind before, is now like a clockwork machine that has been unwound. Tiredness is all capitalized.

Cheng Yi always thought that he was an out-and-out workaholic. It turned out that a workaholic would have such a contrasting side, but Song Xianfei never showed it.

These negative and bad emotions made him hide and hide, and never showed them.

Seeing that Song Xianfei hadn't woken up yet, Cheng Yi didn't intend to continue disturbing him, and when he was about to close the door and exit, his arm bumped against the door unexpectedly, making a loud noise.

Not only he himself was taken aback, Song Xianfei on the sofa was also jolted up suddenly, even if he was tired during the day, he was not as sleepy as at night, and he opened his eyes almost at the same time.

Cheng Yi stood stiffly at the door for a while, and after the two of them looked at each other for a few seconds, he managed to pull out a smile, "So you are sleeping."

"..." Song Xianfei ignored him, his eyes were sleepy and he looked as if he was not fully awake. After a while, he turned over, threw off the blanket on his body and sat up from the sofa.

"I'm here to get the phone charger." Cheng Yi explained dryly, then changed the subject when he felt embarrassed, "Song Xianfei, have you eaten yet?"

Song Xianfei shook his head, he looked very sleepy, and his voice sounded hoarse, "No, I don't want to eat because I don't have an appetite."

"People are like iron, rice is like steel, if you don't eat properly, you will commit suicide slowly, understand?" Cheng Yi reasoned with him seriously, and just as soon as the words fell, he handed him the newly bought milk tea burger, "here , I just bought it downstairs, and I’m going home for dinner anyway.”

Song Xianfei seemed to be taken aback for a moment, hesitated to take it, "Drinking too much milk tea is unhealthy, and it's best not to eat too much fried food."

"It's healthier than not eating." Cheng Yi forced it to him, remembering that Ms. Liang often said what to eat more, what to eat less, what not to eat and so on.

Song Xianfei took a look at the bags, but this time he didn't refuse again, so he thanked Cheng Yi.

The two had never had such a harmonious atmosphere like now, which made Cheng Yi a little uncomfortable for a while.

Cheng Yi watched Song Xianfei open the packaging bag of the hamburger, then sniffed it with the tip of his nose, and took a bite on the edge very carefully.

He couldn't help curling his lips, eating unhealthy food once in a while wasn't taking poison, why is it so difficult to deal with elderly people.

Immediately, his eyes fell on Song Xianfei's waist, and a piece of the shirt edge was pulled out from his suit pants, revealing a small piece of his white skin.

Cheng Yi didn't know if his Adam's apple couldn't help moving up and down because he smelled the smell of chicken steak and burgers.

He turned his head, and then reminded Song Xianfei that he was not dressed properly, but when he heard the sound of the other party getting up, he couldn't help being attracted to him.

Song Xianfei wiped the grease off his fingers with a napkin, turned sideways to Cheng Yi unsuspectingly, unfastened his belt, then unfastened the collar of the shirt clip, and re-fixed the edge of the shirt with the clip.

His waist is really thin, and he looks good in formal clothes. In fact, as long as he is good-looking, there should be no distinction between men and women.

Cheng Yi stared intently, and couldn't help being curious about those clips, "What is this?"

It's no wonder he asked this question. Cheng Yi hardly wears formal clothes at ordinary times. He always feels that such clothes will restrict his behavior and movements, so he doesn't know much about some decorations on suits.

"Shirt clips, used to fix shirts." Song Xianfei looked up at him, and continued: "It's uncomfortable to tie on your legs, so I untied them when I slept."

"It's tied to... the leg?" Cheng Yi fixed his eyes on Song Xianfei's thigh when he spoke. Although he seemed to be able to see the outline of the thing through the suit pants, his breathing was unavoidably messy.

"Otherwise? It can still be tied to the arm."

Song Xianfei shook his head helplessly and smiled, feeling that Cheng Yi was like a child now, so curious that he wanted to ask anything, then he raised his head and saw that Cheng Yi's gaze seemed to be fixed on himself, without moving his eyes again, "Cheng Yi, what do you see me doing?"

"Huh?" Cheng Yi came back to his senses in a daze, as if he hadn't heard Song Xianfei's words, and his expression was still a little dazed.

"You..." Song Xianfei was just about to ask him why he didn't go home, when he saw a stream of red liquid slowly flowing out from Cheng Yi's nostrils, and when it reached the top of his lips, the track turned around and continued to flow down.

"You, you've got a nosebleed." Song Xianfei was startled for a moment, and wanted to laugh inexplicably, but he endured it and took out a few tissues from the desk and walked over.

"Nosebleed?" Cheng Yi rubbed his hand subconsciously, and sure enough, he rubbed the blood on the back of his hand.

Same as in the morning, the bleeding was from the same nostril, and it came and went quickly.When the seasons change, he is most likely to get angry. There will always be nosebleeds or pimples on his face for a few days, especially when he is both angry and mood swings.

Seeing him wiping the blood on his face and hands, Song Xianfei couldn't laugh or cry, so he simply went back to the desk and replaced the paper towels with wet wipes.

To be honest, he has somewhat improved his view of Cheng Yi now, and his patience has also improved accordingly.

At first Song Xianfei felt that he was really annoying and disgusting, but he couldn't just look at people for a while, and gradually he found that Cheng Yi's nature was not bad, he was responsible and kind, but the temper of those high-ranking and arrogant young masters faded over these.

In a person, it is the shortcomings rather than the advantages that really attract attention. Even if only one thousandth of the shortcomings are exposed, the light of the advantages will be covered up.

Song Xianfei handed Cheng Yi a wet towel to wipe his hands, probably feeling that he couldn't see the blood on his face and it would get dirtier after wiping, so his heart softened immediately, and he raised his hand to wipe his nose in a strange way.

Cheng Yi was taken aback for a moment, as if reacting to Song Xianfei's action just now.

After a few seconds, he snatched the wet towel from Song Xianfei's hand, stammered, eat well, and then ran out as if fleeing.

When Song Xianfei saw his back leaving with hands and feet, he thought this kid was quite cute for a moment.

He sat back on the sofa, then picked up the cup of light pink milk tea and took a sip through the straw. When the sweet liquid touched the taste buds on the tip of his tongue, Song Xianfei almost spit it out, bent over and coughed for a while.

Strawberry flavored, Song Xianfei stared at the cup of milk tea and couldn't help but smile.

I didn't expect Cheng Yi to like the taste... It's quite surprising.