In my previous company, we worked five days a week with weekends off.
Now, this team is working for the love of it, and we work seven days a week.
After two weeks of work, I found that I actually had aches in my lower back and shoulders.
How the tables have turned!
These days, I've been pestering Mr. Cheng like clockwork. I've been sending him one health - preserving tip for neck and shoulder protection every day without sparing any effort.
Now it's my turn to open these tips and do the exercises like an old person to relieve my fatigue.
I opened the video at my desk, and everyone in the company could hear the rustic background music from last century coming from my phone.
Coupled with the teaching in a thick local accent: "Dear middle - aged and elderly friends, next, please follow me and do these few movements..."
The colorful flashing words on the screen were as tacky as they could be. From my professional taste, it was simply a ten - thousand - point blow to my eyes.
Damn it.
Why did I forward these tacky health - preserving videos to torture Mr. Cheng?
Was I hoping that the already shaky bridge of friendship between us would collapse sooner?
To make up for my past mistakes, I sent Mr. Cheng a voice message: "It's been two weeks. Do you need a massage, Mr. Cheng?"
After putting down my phone,
I found that all my colleagues in the company had turned into groundhogs stretching their necks.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH Who the hell is Mr. Cheng?!"
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH Is the massage what I'm thinking of?! Mom, I'm no longer pure AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
"Zhou Yinyin, you dare to openly offer pornographic services! I also need a massage AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
Me: "..."
Finally, I had to show my masseur's qualification certificate and the signboard of my family's time - honored traditional Chinese medicine massage parlor to the whole company to clear up this matter.
A bunch of male colleagues just lay on my desk. "Doctor Zhou, my body is so sore. Can you give me a massage?"
Me: "Sure, 300 yuan per time. Thank you."
Male colleagues: "Sorry to bother you. Goodbye."
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Zhang Yuan from the next desk asked me, "So, is Mr. Cheng your boyfriend?"
I waved my hands quickly. "No, we're just ordinary friends!"
As a result, the female colleagues around me all raised their green tea drinks and "saluted" me.
Sigh.
My colleagues in this company have a deep misunderstanding of me.
"Tea b*tch", "scheming girl", "man - eater" ... It doesn't matter. Anyway, these are much nicer than the "good girl" and "honest person" in that man - eater's mouth.
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After a while, around 7 p.m., Mr. Cheng replied with five words: [Aren't you busy with work?]
I replied to him with a smiling voice message. "Busy. But I still have time to see you!"
Mr. Cheng replied: [Come if you have time.]
I replied with a voice message. "Okay! Still going to your place?"
Mr. Cheng: [Yes.]
I got up happily and started packing my things. Zhang Yuan from the next desk leaned over again. "Zhou Yinyin."
Me: "Huh?"
Zhang Yuan: "Do you talk to all your ordinary friends like this?"
Me: "Yeah. So what?"
"Nothing." Zhang Yuan said. "Then I might not be your ordinary friend. When you talk to me, it's like I owe you millions."
Several other colleagues around also showed naughty smiles.
I just scoffed. "It's really not my fault for being so harsh on you, Zhang Yuan. I've already cleared this game, but look at the designs of those ghosts you made. They're not even scary enough to frighten a three - year - old, let alone us players. The hanging ghost looks like a lucky charm. Are you selling horror or cuteness in this horror game?"
Zhang Yuan fake - cried with a "Wow". "Waaaaah, Zhou Yinyin, you're so mean!"
Me: "You'd better spend this time redesigning the ghosts to make them scarier."
The colleagues around all booed. "Xiao Zhou, do you know who you're talking to? Zhang Yuan is the chief artist! Even the boss has to coax him when talking to him!"
I thought for a while. Maybe I didn't show enough respect to Zhang Yuan because he looked too young. "If the hanging ghost can scare me when I come back, I'll give you a free 300 - yuan massage."
Zhang Yuan immediately sat up and started working on the pictures on his computer. "Ten times."
Me: "Three times."
Zhang Yuan: "Deal."
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On the way to Mr. Cheng's place, I passed by a time - honored cake shop and bought two cute chestnut cakes. Having a cup of hot milk tea on a spring night and eating desserts with a good friend is just the best.
With the experience from last time, I was already familiar with the way to his place.
The elevator stopped at the top floor. As the door opened, I walked into the house with both hands full.
A well - dressed elite man was standing beside Mr. Cheng. They were quite similar in build and appearance, like a pair of eye - catching lovers from a live - action BL comic.
The elite man looked at me in surprise. "..."
Me: "..."
Is this... one of Mr. Cheng's boyfriends?
Holy cow, this sugar daddy is so handsome! I'd be willing to support him with my wallet!
Before Mr. Cheng could say anything, I immediately walked back sensibly. A good friend must have the self - awareness not to be a third wheel!
"Um... I'll come another time! I won't disturb you two... Oh, by the way, I bought milk tea and desserts. If you don't mind, you can try them. They taste really good!"
Just as I put the food on the storage cabinet at the door, Mr. Cheng said, "No need. He's leaving soon."
Elite man: "...... Ah? Oh, I'll leave right away. I'm going! Bye bye..."
Then he stepped into the elevator I had just opened and waved to me. "Nice to meet you. See you."
Me: "Nice to meet you too... See you."
The door closed.
The elevator went down.
I turned around awkwardly. Mr. Cheng was dressed in white today, like a high - and - mighty cat lord, while the man just now might be one of those lucky sugar daddies...
He ran away as soon as he saw me. He must be married or his identity is inconvenient...
Feeling very sorry for interrupting Mr. Cheng's money - making opportunity, I said embarrassedly, "Did I..."
Spoil your fun?
"No." Mr. Cheng glanced at the things in my hand. "Give them to me."
I followed him to the living room and watched as he put the milk tea and desserts on the cold - styled American dining table. They looked out of place.
Milk tea tastes bad when it gets cold, so I took the initiative to open one of the cups. "I don't know what flavor you like, so I bought you a 30% - sweet pearl milk tea made of pure milk and black tea. Try it while it's hot?"
Mr. Cheng picked up the milk tea I bought for him. After inserting the straw, he glanced at me and then put it aside. "It's good."
Me: ???
You said it's good without even taking a sip?
Do you think I'm blind?
I felt a warm nudge at my leg. It was Tangqiu.
I squatted down and hugged it affectionately. Tangqiu got hard again.
Emmmm...
You pervert are really full of vigor even at your age!
Mr. Cheng rubbed his forehead. "Tangqiu, go to the balcony!"
Me and Tangqiu, a human and a dog, felt kindred spirits separated by the world.
Mr. Cheng: "Go upstairs."
Me: "Okay!"
After washing my hands, I didn't forget to take the milk tea with me. Mr. Cheng glanced at the milk tea in my hand and took it. "Give it to me."
I guessed he was afraid it would be inconvenient for me to go upstairs.
Mr. Cheng took the milk tea in one hand and led me upstairs with the other.
After entering the bedroom, he suddenly turned around. Maybe he wanted to hand the milk tea to me. But I reached out to take it one step ahead of him, and we bumped into each other. The milk tea spilled on him, soaking his clothes and pants.
The dripping milk tea dyed his white clothes like a landscape waterfall painting.
I was stunned. "The milk tea spilled..."
Mr. Cheng frowned impatiently. "Don't move. Wait for me."
Me: "Okay."
I felt extremely regretful in my heart. Why did I have to buy milk tea? Now it's all over! All the good impression I had built up was gone!
Mr. Cheng picked up the milk tea cup on the ground and threw it into the trash can. Then he took off his upper clothes. After giving me a cold glance, he started to undo the buttons of his pants. He bent down and took off his pants.
Holy cow -
I quickly averted my eyes because it was inappropriate for children to see.
So this is what men's underwear looks like...
The bulge in the front is quite impressive in size...
With such good conditions, is he really willing to be the bottom?
Wait!
Is this the time for me to think about these things?!
Guilt forced my remaining reason to wake up. The basic conscience of being a human gave me the courage to speak up. I almost shouted, "Sorry, I'm not blind!!!"
Mr. Cheng, who had just pulled up his new pajama pants and was tying the belt, said: "..."