In a bright and spacious room, the man sat at a table with his fingers writing something on the copy.

"Squeak-" Someone pushed the door open, but the man didn't lift his eyes or speak.

He continued to write as if he didn't feel it.

The man closed the door, and the man was very strange, he did not raise his head, and it seemed that the man knew that the man had a pair of extremely beautiful hands, and his hand was stretched out towards him.

The man frowned and tried to lift it, but found that he couldn't.

Because his hands were not on his body at all, and his limbs were broken, he was writing copywriting alone.

What's even more strange is that when the blood on his body is still splashing, there is no trace of fear and fear in his heart.

The hands reached over to cover his mouth and nose, and there was a feeling of suffocation.

You can vaguely hear the faint and soft laughter of the incoming.

It turned out to be a woman.

Song Wen suddenly opened his eyes, it was still a bright and spacious room, but his arms were still fine, and he didn't have those good-looking hands, and there was only one man in front of him.

The man was wearing a suit, with a pointed chin, his pink lips pursed slightly, and he looked at him a little restrainedly, "Mr. Song, what do you think?" ”

Song Wen glanced at him indifferently, "Get out." ”

"Okay."

The man obediently turned around and went out, not asking why.

Maybe it's this crisp and neat way that makes Song Wen not very disgusted. The ones Wang Jing was looking for before were troublesome to death.

looked at him with the eyes of this mentally ill person, looking very concerned about him, and wished he would admit that he was sick as soon as possible.

What a thing.

Song Wen thought lightly, and suddenly remembered the hands that appeared in his mind just now. He lowered his eyes slightly, and turned his face to look at the copywriter under him.

It was clean and there was not the slightest trace of it.

He pursed his lips, pondered what he was going to write, and then wrote.

The door was shut.

As soon as the man went out, he saw the person standing outside waiting for him, Wang Jing looked at him, "Did you find anything?" ”

The man looked at the person standing in front of him, and even if his face was expressionless, he couldn't hide the anxiety in his eyes, he just didn't know if it was true or not.

He thought for a moment and said, "You can't easily tell. I just hypnotized Mr. Song and let his subconscious overwhelm his consciousness, but he didn't do anything, and he was motionless in the copywriting after the subconscious controlled the body. ”

Wang Jing stood up slightly straighter, the corners of his mouth raised a sarcastic arc, and he looked at the man sharply, "Riel, then you said that since he is the same as in front of the urge, then why do you say that his subconscious mind is controlling the body." ”

"I really don't understand this kind of thing," Wang Jing paused and turned to leave, "It's better for you to find another job." Ah Yang, pay this gentleman's salary. ”

"Wait." "You'd better be patient." ”

Wang Jing sneered, "Don't send it." ”

"It's not." Riel was a little anxious, he chased after him, and said, "Manager Wang, my reputation is not to find someone to brush it up, I have some real skills, otherwise I wouldn't dare to mix here." ”

"If you have something to say, just say it. It's better to explain what you just said, or you'll pack up your things and leave. ”

Wang Jing's eyes flashed with gloom, he didn't really want him to leave, speaking of which, this Ruier was also the only psychological counselor Song Wen had seen who didn't let him go directly after being hypnotized.

He just said this to give men some warning.

Riel was very understanding and very good, he said, "I know because I see it. Mr. Song closed his eyes and his expression was painful, although it was only for a moment, but it was indeed there. I can conclude that when I am confused, I may be churning. ”

"Confused?" Wang Jing raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Which one?" A thought came to mind.

Riel glanced at him and said, "All kinds of confusion, the trance when a patient who was hit by a car and had a concussion opened his eyes, and the trance of being redeemed by someone when he experienced the greatest setback. You can do both, one physical and one psychological. ”

Wang Jing looked at him, "So, alcohol can also be brought?" ”

Riel nodded, "Theoretically, yes, but it hasn't been practiced yet. These things are only recorded in the book, and they can't be generalized, in case Mr. Song is not that physique. ”

"Alright." Wang Jingdao, "You go back first, and continue to come at this time tomorrow." ”

"Thank you, Manager Wang."

"I'll put your charge on your card."

"Hmm. I'm sorry for you. ”

Wang Jing watched the man leave, then let the secretary who had been following him leave, turned around and knocked on someone's door.

Song Wen didn't raise his head, and wrote something seriously.

Wang Jing leaned against the door, playing with the watch he was carrying, "Hey, Awen, I have something I want to tell you." ”

Song Wen didn't look up, "Is there anything that can't be said after work?" It's work time. ”

"Phew." Wang Jing spat out a mouthful of saliva regardless of his image, "You don't pretend garlic for Lao Tzu, are you busy now?" ”

Song Wen finally looked up at him, his eyes were staring at the saliva that Wang Jing had just spit out, his expression suddenly changed, and he said, "Where are you spitting it?" ”

Wang Jing twitched the corners of his mouth, and saw a large mouthful of dirt on the red carpet clearly, and he touched his nose a little embarrassed, "I was wrong." ”

"It's expensive."

"Lao Tzu knows. I'll go wash it. ”

"Do it yourself."

Wang Jing's face was suffocated red, and there was an embarrassment that his careful thoughts were punctured, and he said: "Lao Tzu knows! ”

Song Wen rolled his eyes, "You know it's expensive and you still spit on it, are you too idle?" Run to me and spit on. Sure enough, you still need some work to share some of your free time. ”

Wang Jingqi jumped to his feet, "Song Wen! Lao Tzu has been working hard for you for a few years, and you don't even have to talk about love, you tell Lao Tzu that Lao Tzu is very idle now? Do you want to cut off your robe, cut off your righteousness, and break off your righteousness? ”

Song Wen pointed out the window with a pen expressionlessly, the turquoise flesh leaves could see the woman's back through it, her long hair fell on the blue skirt, and her back was slender, "You haven't talked about love?" Is that a ghost? ”

Since Wang Jing affirmed the relationship between the two, Song Wen always used Lan Qin to tease Wang Jing, and every time Wang Jing was defeated.

What can Wang Jing do, who will let it be his girlfriend. The singular will not work this time. Even if he was blocked on the grounds of dismissing Lan Qin, it would not work.

Wang Jingdao: "Hey, Lao Tzu really has something to look for you." ”

Song Wen felt inexplicable, "Then you say." ”

Wang Jing: "Smile manually." ”

Then what the hell did you just do?

He said, "Go to the bar." ”

"Huh?" Song Wen looked at him with some surprise, "Why?" Where to go? I don't seem to have time. ”

It's like the goddess's refusal triple.

It's a pity that Song Wen is not a male god, and Wang Jing is not a licking dog.

Wang Jing: "Are you going?" ”

"No, no."

"To go or not."

"Don't go. I have a bottom line. ”

"To go or not."

"You're so annoying." Song Wen grinned, "Where to go, what time is it?" ”

Wang Jing had an expression that he had known for a long time, he raised his watch and looked at it, and said, "The food stall downstairs, after work tonight." ”

Song Wen refused without even thinking about it, "I want to work overtime." Sometime. ”

Wang Jing sneered, "Why don't you come to this set often, Lao Tzu went to take a look, you have overtime arrangements for this month, do you have to wait so long for you to go to dinner?" ”

Song Wendao: "Isn't it okay? It's the same for eating early and late. Besides, don't we all eat together? ”

"yes. Together. Wang Jing rolled his eyes, "What is there to say about the food eaten in the cafeteria." ”

"Besides, we really haven't been to drink in a long time, and we're always worried about work. Don't worry, even if you get dizzy today, it's okay if you can't go to work tomorrow, this company can't go bankrupt without you for a day. ”

Song Wen put down the pen, rubbed his shoulder, which had been a little stiff for a long time, with one hand, and said, "Can't you be diligent?" As president, of course, I want to lead by example. ”

Wang Jing was speechless, "You can't be like other presidents, dress handsome and handsome to go to a nightclub to drink, and then meet your daughter of destiny, a sadomasochistic relationship of affection and love, you don't hesitate to break with my brother for the sake of this heartthrob, and then leave this company to me to show your generosity." Do you want to leave the house? ”

Song Wen glanced at him and felt a little strange, "I knew that you had been coveting my company." ”

Wang Jing: "Get out." ”

"That's not the point."

Song Wen sighed, "I Song Wen just want to live a peaceful life." When an ordinary office worker arrives at the office on time every morning, completes all the work quietly and then comes home, drinks a cup of apa tea and eats a piece of bread, makes out with my girlfriend when he goes to the shower, and must do 30 minutes of push-ups before going to bed, the doctors say that I am healthy. ”

Wang Jing: "The ambulance is coming, let me go." ”

Song Wen burst out laughing, "You want me to give up being a man?" ”

"You're no longer a man, wryyyyy!"

"Kono Song Wenda!"

"Sinai ——!"

"Hahahaha."

The two of them were very happy to play JOJO terriers, so happy that they forgot the unpleasantness just now.

Not really.

Wang Jingdao: "In the end, whether it will work or not, you can't ink or not." ”

Song Wen hesitated, "Otherwise, you can call me Dad, I'll think about it when I'm happy." ”

Wang Jing: "Brother." ”

Song Wen: "Get out." ”

………………

When it was time to get off work, Song Wen changed out of his suit and sat on the sofa in slacks, when he heard a knock on the door. When I opened it, I saw the man's face.

Wang Jing: "Hi." ”

Song Wen: "............"

In the end, he went, Wang Jing looked at the man sitting in front of him and was very satisfied, although he didn't know what kind of psychology this was, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel better, and he asked the boss to serve the food.

This is the most common thing in the streets and alleys, food stalls. Especially in the deep alleys, where the skewers are the most delicious.

Wang Jing is a senior foodie, where is the delicious food he treasures, especially after establishing a relationship with Lan Qin, it is even more natural to take his girlfriend to forage for food in the streets and alleys.

In fact, Song Wen and Wang Jing have the same attributes, otherwise how could two people play together. It's just that Song Wen and Xia Wei didn't eat junk food with Wang Jing after they got together.

The skewers around him have become Western food, and basketball has become a café.

Wang Jing didn't know if Song Wenkai was unhappy, anyway, he was unhappy.

Now seeing him sitting here again, my heart is also complicated.

Song Wen gave him a strange look, "What about Lan Qin?" ”

"She's going home and sleeping." Wang Jing knocked open the lid of the beer with his teeth, felt his teeth rattle and frowned, and then gave Song Wenman a look, "Is it okay in Laoshan?" ”

The brand that I was most familiar with before, cheap is not too hard to drink.

Song Wen nodded, "It's all right." ”

Wang Jing's hand paused, and gave it to Song Wenman steadily, he looked at the man's gentle eyes and waited for me to be indifferent, and pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, "After drinking so much high-end wine, I don't know if this can be eaten." ”

He poured himself a glass and dried it in one gulp, "Uh-huh......" subconsciously closed his eyes, and then opened his mouth to open his eyes with a moment of surprise, "Wow, yes, there is no taste that is difficult to swallow." ”

Song Wen picked up the cup in front of him and took a sip, there was no change in his expression, he nodded casually, "It's okay." ”

The skewers came up quickly, and all of them were often late in the market, Wang Jing picked up a string of small squid, handed it to Song Wen, and smiled all over his face, "Come on, get a headshot." ”

"Poof." Song Wen smiled, took it and took a bite, "Lao Tie remember to shout 666 double click." ”

"Hahahaha, what the hell hahaha."

Song Wen swallowed, "It's not bad." ”

"yes." Wang Jing also picked it up and ate it, "This is because I have eaten so much, I have chosen the most delicious restaurant to eat with you." ”

Song Wen rolled his eyes, "You actually ate alone, I didn't know you had eaten so much." ”

Wang Jing then rolled his eyes, "Is it okay for me to have a girlfriend Bringing my wife to eat skewers is a great joy in life." ”

Song Wen: "No conscience. ”

"Come on," Wang Jing picked up a chicken wing and gnawed it directly, the corners of his mouth were accidentally stuck with oil stains, he didn't wipe it with a tissue, he licked it directly, without the slightest image.

Song Wen: "......" he pulled out a tissue for him, "wipe your mouth." ”

"What." Wang Jing was inexplicable, "Lao Tzu is eating, you want me to wipe my mouth?" I have to wait until the end to wipe my mouth, I still have to eat. ”

"Oh."

"Nerves." Wang Jing nibbled on chicken wings and lowered his eyes, with a storm brewing in his eyes.

Former Song Wen.

The man in front of him.

The man who smiled and spat out chicken bones at him was still gone.

Wang Jing looked at Song Wen's regular movements, the bald man behind him was eating with oil all over his face, and everyone here was enjoying the stolen time.

But Song Wen is here, like in another world.

He shaved his bones carefully, and when he ate it, it was small and light, and the corners of his mouth and fingers would not stick a little stain, compared to him, Wang Jing, who was sitting opposite, looked like a hillbilly from the countryside.

Wang Jing looked at the bones lined with tissues under him, and the darkness in his eyes became heavier.