Most people's lives are like a novel.

Don't bully young people into poverty

Don't bully the middle-aged poor

Don't bully the old and the poor

Finally, "The Dead Are Great"

Horizontal criticism: poor for a lifetime

"Xi Ba! Thirty years of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi, middle-aged を欺して貧乏にするな! ”

President Hirata frowned slightly in contemplation.

As the coolest single old man in the whole company, he took out a nail clipper, crossed his legs, sat on a high-end sand leather chair, unhurriedly, carefully trimmed and polished his nails delicately and neatly, and then slowly walked to the hanger to put on his most expensive and formal coat and put it on, shook the corner of his clothes and turned around and sat back at the work table in a chic manner, found a small comb in the drawer, and combed his hair into the latest hairstyle in Oda Kirirang's new film.

The perfect start to the day, a melancholy temperament, charming eyes.

But even such a handsome man has to be controlled by others?

Don't think, the king must not be dishonored!

Even if I carry the primordial abyss and need one hand to support the CloreVoice office, I am as invincible as Hirata!

poked his head out and looked downstairs again, but there was still no one.

Why haven't you come yet!

"President, this is the second hour you've been staring at your phone." Yui Mizukura, who was watching the TV with his feet crossed, couldn't help but remind, "Do you want to make another phone call?" ”

"No, I don't."

Hirata didn't think twice about it.

"Huh? Really? ”

Mizukura Yui was suspicious: "You've been going back and forth a few times, doesn't it really matter?" ”

"Really."

The middle-aged man's voice did not fluctuate at all, but he was actually sneering inwardly.

What are you kidding, even if the two of them get up late and arrive a train late, they are only five minutes away from arriving at the club at most, and they are not far from picking the fruits of victory.

Although Fang Cai was temporarily at a disadvantage in the first encounter, President Hirata will never admit defeat!

Another five minutes passed, and there was still no movement.

The girl's eyes were worried, and she was secretly worried about him.

He smiled and added, "Don't worry, let the bullets fly for a while." ”

It's just that, in Hirata's heart at this time, this is no longer an ordinary notice, a certain Qianyuan child has become a deep-sea general-level master with the same status as him at this moment, and he is only one step away from standing at the first stage of the world's Sea King level, and the level of this hand-hanging man who does not answer the phone is definitely better than any woman he has ever been on a blind date in his life.

Others finally replied with "hehe" and "I went to take a shower", but this person can still hold on to his heart without returning anything, what a scheming this is.

Hirata looked directly at the young man on the other side of the void, his fighting spirit was already surging, and a raging fire ignited in his eyes.

"Isn't there really a need to fight another one? Mr. President looked like he was in a hurry. Mizukura tilted her head and smiled and asked again.

"Mizukura ......"

Hirata touched the somewhat high hairline on his forehead, bit the lollipop in his mouth hard, and slowly exhaled a breath.

He looked at him levelly, and asked in a flat tone, "Do you think that the person who has the leading power in the whole society has always been Chihara?" ”

"Isn't it?"

Yui Mizukura's clear gaze crossed the work table and looked at the single old man sitting peacefully.

"Hehe, back then, before this kid degenerated, he was still a four-body industrious, at that time he was only submissive, how could he be arrogant......" he couldn't help but nod.

But no one thought about it, and directly made a big transformation, just like filming a Japanese drama "Wild Boar Makeover", which was reborn. To tell the truth, I even suspected that it was a classic Japanese comic episode, and the souls of Chihara and Takeda were exchanged.

Retracting his thoughts, Hirata snorted twice and raised his coffee cup and slammed it on the table.

"I endured it for a year, just to wait for an opportunity. I'm going to take a breath, not to prove how great I am, but to show people that what I've lost must be returned. His eyes sparkled, as if there was nothing.

It's familiar.

Mizukura Yui scratched his head, swayed his double ponytails, and muttered to himself, "This is a line I learned from the movie that Senkahara watched before, right?" Does the president still watch this when he goes to work? ”

"Isn't that just free?" Hirata stared at his screen and smiled inwardly, "A few glances at work......"

"Forget it, don't talk about it."

The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the next five minutes, his heart was extremely hot at the moment, and his pride was about to overflow, like a sword dance, swinging the emperor who was floating clouds.

The time of the calamity has come, and this is an undefeated decisive battle.

If he wins, he will regain the power of the office, and he will eat whatever he wants in the future, and directly put Jianwen Xiao'er down from the royal private stove of Dali Temple as the imperial kitchen.

If you lose, it's just a loss of face, and you still have a dubbing commission intermediary fee, and the popular voice actor masterpiece drives the club's career to soar.

Horizontal and vertical left and right are not lost, a model of risk hedging.

Wonderful!

The smile of the middle-aged man is even more hearty and sunny.

Knock Knock –

What a wonderful knock on the door, and the person who thought to be so polite must be a male mother.

Mizukura Yui, who took the initiative to open the door, caught a glimpse of the beautifully dressed big sister outside, and was immediately disappointed.

"What, Senpai Chihara is really not coming?"

"yes......"

Zhu Da Caimeow smiled helplessly, changed into slippers, and walked into the room with small steps.

"Hirata, are you still grinding hard?" She smiled and looked at the president behind her desk.

The screen in front of him was still playing the movie "The True Color of Heroes", and it happened to be the picture of the man who said the phrase "fighting for breath" being shot in the head.

Hirata's mind was full of thoughts, but his face was silent, but he felt a little tired, so he lay down on the table and rested for a while.

But his hands couldn't stop trembling, and he couldn't help but tap back and forth on the keyboard.

The "←" button rewinds for 15 seconds, and the "Space" button pauses, looping back and forth.

Looking at the little brother who was shot back and forth in the head, Hirata was silent, and then smiled fiercely and relieved.

"It's me who loses."

……

"Come on, come on, get dirty."

Zhuda beckoned to the two lazy dogs who were not diligent to come over.

"Don't grab one for each person." When she spoke, she also specially used her professional skills, changed the tone of the cute girl, and calmly switched to the gentle big sister next door.

It's just that Yui Mizukura, the designated sister player for the crown position, doesn't seem to be very friendly when she looks at her. The upright junior was silent for a few seconds, staring at each other with straight eyes, and then was silent for a while, and suddenly recited to himself.

"Four machines, mandarin duck weaving wants to fly ......"

"What?"

Zhu Da Caimeow looked at her resentful eyes, unconsciously chilled, only to feel bitterly cold, but when she looked up, it was clear that the number on the air conditioner was indeed 27 degrees Celsius.

The junior Mizukura immediately straightened his back and stretched out a delicate little hand belonging to a young high school student, "Senpai Chihara told me, the pink box is exclusive to me, Takeda-senpai don't steal it indiscriminately!" ”

"Who said ......"

Before Zhuda Caimeow could refute, she saw the little girl say goodbye, silently took out her mobile phone, and said a tear-jerking murmur in her mouth, "I want to tell Chihara seniors ......"

Even Hirata, who prides himself on being a good man, cast a crumbling gaze.

The acting skills of this high-level idol were greatly shocked to see Zhuda Caimeow, and it turned out that the actor was by his side.

"Isn't it just a change of food? As for it? The debunked Zhuda Caimeow reluctantly picked up the orange juice and took a small sip.

"Very much!" Mizukura is unequivocal.

"Probably because Senpai's food is so delicious." Her eyes were full of longing for the perfect man.

Yes, in Japan, men who can cook are rare breeds, not to mention the ones that are particularly delicious, which are enough to be called national treasures. The temper is okay, add more points, snap a few times, not to mention the score sheet, the favorability can be exploded.

"By the way, how did you know that pink bento box was for you?" Zhuda Caimeow asked curiously.

"My seniors told me about it on the line!"

Yui Mizukura raised his phone and smiled, like a working idol.

Oh, they're all secretly contacting me behind my back.

Mr. President, who realized that he had been being watched as a joke by a certain little girl, trembled wildly with his right hand, took out a lollipop, peeled off the icing and stuffed it into his mouth.

It's not a time to eat, but it can increase your appetite when you're feeling sad.

His heart was cold, he knocked open the hot spring egg that someone specially prepared in the hot water cup, smelled the fragrant aroma, and finally got a trace of comfort from the sores in his heart.

"Sure enough, women are all bad things, or Yuan Bao is gentle and considerate."

President Hirata finally conceded defeat, feeling the hot egg liquid in his mouth, and he let out hot breath without any image.

The other hand knocked on the contact account of the male mother and typed the name of the game that he had just talked about a few days ago.

- "Blue Fantasy"