040 Stop being sentimental

I opened my mouth and wanted to curse, but Lin Zhicheng's mobile phone rang.

Without taking the box of honey, he answered the phone and went outside

With the sound of the door closing, I was quite disappointed.

I didn't linger in bed, I quickly got dressed, limped out of bed, washed up, and was about to cook noodles to eat, when the door was opened again.

Lin Zhicheng carried a bunch of things up and put them on the coffee table, then beckoned and said, "Come and eat." ”

it, it's just flattering!

Is it that I am going to die tomorrow, such a black-faced god will send me end-of-life care, and he will come up to eat for me!

My scalp tingled, and I didn't dare to step forward, but stood quite far away from him.

Seeing that I didn't move, Lin Zhicheng was upset.

Glaring at me, he said, "You're stuck with 502 glue, aren't you?" ”

I was taken aback by his murder, and involuntarily stepped forward, and said a little sneeringly, half-seriously, half-jokingly: "Mr. Lin, are you going to fire me?" ”

Lin Zhicheng tinkered with those lunch boxes and said lightly: "Didn't you help me last time." I don't like to owe favors, and it's easy to pay it back early. ”

I groaned.

All the hallucinations that I felt he liked were all revived.

The man in front of him is still a person who has clear grievances and wants to settle accounts with me.

He's coming to bring me food now, but it's just because I helped him last time, and that's it.

During the meal, Lin Zhicheng took out the key in his pocket and threw it on the coffee table at random, and I found out that he was holding Lu Xiaoman's set of keys.

I was very confused, but I felt uncomfortable in my heart, I felt that I was too self-inflicted, and my whole person was not good, and I was not in the mood to speak, so I kept silent and picked up rice.

It is estimated that seeing that I was in a hurry, Lin Zhicheng was not happy again, he glared at me and said, "Were you released from prison just now?" Don't rush to eat. ”

I should have gotten used to his way of speaking a long time ago, but now I felt harsh, I put away the dishes and chopsticks, endured the turbulent waves intertwined with many complex emotions in my heart, and said lightly: "No way, I used to often not eat enough, so every time I eat, it's like a war, which makes you laugh." ”

Probably sensing my abrupt low mood, Lin Zhicheng glanced at me and said vigorously: "Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that you like me, I wouldn't bother to talk about you, so I let you eat in a hurry and break your stomach, and you would be happy." ”

When my heart was tug-of-war with low self-esteem and frustration, he didn't mention that I liked him, but when he mentioned it, I felt even more uncomfortable.

A little out of control, I said coldly: "Mr. Lin, please stop being sentimental." I have someone I like, and this person is definitely not you. ”

As if he had suddenly encountered a storm, Lin Zhicheng's face suddenly darkened, and he collected all the things on the dining table indiscriminately, put them all into a bag, and stood up with them, he didn't even want to talk to me, he opened the door directly, and clasped the door with a bang, just like a loan shark who can't get a tantrum when he can't ask for money.

I was startled by the sound of the door closing, and I didn't know how I had provoked him.

For the next few days, he didn't come, as if he was gone.

On Thursday, I was almost well and went back to work early in the morning.

By the time I went to his office, he was already sitting inside.

When I saw that it was me who knocked on the door, his face was very stinky and he didn't speak directly.

I was afraid that if I stopped the earth from turning, I would be driven away by him, so I didn't dare to put the lunch box on his table carefully, and put away the honey he didn't take away a few days ago, and said cautiously: "Mr. Lin, this honey, just drink a small spoonful of this honey every time, warm water ....."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head and glanced at me, and asked lightly, "Do you know how to write love letters?" ”