Tatetone Cooperation.

"Yan Min, the functional structure diagram has been sent to your computer, you can take a look, then discuss it with them, summarize the feedback, and then hand it over to me. Han Cong assigned Yan Min the work that needed to be completed by Yan Min today.

Yan Min wore a pink slim women's skirt today, and her long hair was only tied loosely behind her head with a hairband, professional and lively. Although he couldn't rest for working overtime on weekends, Yan Min felt extremely excited and never thought that he would love a job so much. used to work as an enviable flight attendant, but I don't have the momentum to try it in today's work. I was holding back a lot of energy, as if I wanted to prove what was so dedicated. What do you want to prove? Prove that you can still work in the IT industry two years after graduation, prove that your brain can keep up with Han Cong's thinking, and perhaps what you want to prove the most is to let Han Cong see that his choice is not wrong. As the assistant he chooses, he is fully competent to do the work he delivers, and he has to do it well.

The technical engineers of Texone were highly motivated by Yan Min's demeanor. In order not to lose color in front of Yan Min, they competed to understand the information that Yan Min took and needed them to analyze and understand, and they couldn't wait to ask questions immediately, and take the opportunity to discuss the problem to sit close to Yan Min and appreciate Yan Min's charm.

Han Cong found that his work efficiency had improved a lot, not only because Yan Min shared his communication with other people, but also because there seemed to be other motivations. Yan Min shuttled between the offices, and Han Cong felt a relaxed and happy atmosphere in the air. Yan Min sat in front of the computer, and the sound of his silky hands tapping on the keyboard sounded so beautiful.

Han Cong quickly completed the day's work plan ahead of schedule, staring at the computer screen a little distracted.

This feeling of deep pleasure and inexplicable excitement at work is so familiar. It was when I was in college, on the eve of the opening ceremony of the school's Spring Festival Art Festival, Han Cong, as the leader of the art festival preparation team, led everyone to decorate the venue. It was a warm and cold early spring, and the venue was empty and cold. Suddenly, a girl appeared in front of Han Cong's eyes like flying and dancing. Bright big eyes, delicate nose, full pink lips, and a slightly pale face from the cold. The girl took the ribbon used to decorate the stage from Han Cong's hand, and wrapped the ribbon around the curtain with several girls, because the curtain was too high, and she had to jump every time to wrap the ribbon around, which was extremely cute. Han Cong seemed to see the first blooming flower in spring, the first butterfly to fly, joy accompanied by curiosity. learned from her classmates that the girl's name was Jian Fan, and she had just joined the club. The body, which was already very tired, was suddenly full of energy, and his eyes involuntarily looked at Jian Fan in the interval between work, and whenever Jian Fan appeared beside him, he was extremely excited. The layout of the venue was busy until midnight, and there were some mistakes in the middle that caused rework, but Han Cong was uncharacteristically in a good mood from beginning to end. The appearance of Jian Fan made that cold night extraordinarily warm and bright.

"Jian Fan, let's go back to the dormitory together. ”

"Okay. ”

That beautiful night was cherished in the depths of Han Cong's memory for a long time.

Jian Fan said that he was going to work overtime in the dormitory this weekend, and he didn't know how he was doing. Today's plan is completed ahead of schedule, you can go and see Simplified and Extensive.

"Yan Min, I'll go out for a while, and send the summarized opinions to my mailbox. When you're done, you can get off work. ”

"Okay. ”

Simplified and Traditional Dormitory.

After lunch, blood enters the stomach and blood flow to the brain is reduced, making people drowsy. What's more, Jian Fan worked overtime all night last night, and he stayed up until now, his eyes were dry.

Jiang Shuai sat on the sofa and flipped through the information, dotting in circles. He Aiyi didn't know where to go for recreation.

Jiang Shuai suddenly noticed that he hadn't heard the sound of Jian Fu tapping on the keyboard for a long time, and looked up at Jian Fan, who was lying on the table and asleep, with his slender body resting on his overlapping arms with his head on his side.

Jiang Shuai didn't want to wake up Jian Fan, let her sleep a little longer, and walked to Jian Fan's side gently. Jian Fan's long eyelashes, slightly open lips, and small nose breathing evenly, everything is so cute, like a cat that is grouped together and only shows its small face.

Jiang Shuai sat on the chair next to him, supported his head with one hand, and quietly accompanied Jian Fan in the direction of his body sideways. How good it is that time can stand still, just stay with Jian Fan all the time, don't worry about never seeing her again, don't think about what your feelings for Jian Fan are, don't care about the opinions of the people around you, and don't care about the rights and wrongs around you.

Jian Fan wore a lilac dress, and her hair radiated a healthy sheen under the sunlight outside the window. Jiang Shuai wanted to touch the long silky hair, reached out to insert the simple hair, wrapped a strand of hair around his fingers, the soft feeling touched the bottom of his heart, loosened the silk, withdrew his hand, and a hair actually fell on his body.

Jiang Shuai picked up the hair and carefully sandwiched it in his book.

No matter how much you like it, good friends can't stay together, I hope I can treasure one of your hairs and express my admiration for you.

The sound of Jiang Shuai flipping through the book woke Jian Fan.

"Ah, I'm asleep, Jiang Shuai, why don't you call me. ”

"It's too tiring and inefficient. It's better to take a break. ”

"Jiang Shuai, I'm really tired. But I'm really worried that I won't be able to make it on Monday. Jian Fan's tense nerves for several days finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"It's okay, you just think so, even if you really can't make a bad deal, what can you do?" Jiang Shuai stood in front of Jian Fan, looking down at Jian Fan's tearful eyes.

"They trusted me and gave me the task. I won't be able to finish it in the end, and I'll be delayed. Jian Fan clasped his hands to his chest, deeply remorseful.

"Companies don't rely on new hires to complete important tasks, especially if you're on probation. Don't worry too much, okay. Seeing Jian Fan's tears falling, Jiang Shuai suddenly had an impulse, reached out and pressed Jian Fan's shoulder to take Jian Fan into his arms, and let Jian Fan's head rest on his chest.

Jian Fan was a little in a trance, every time he parted with Han Cong, he was sad, and he snuggled up to Han Cong's body like this. Jian Fan responded to Jiang Shuai and clinged closely. The feeling of warmth and security spreads throughout the body. It would be nice if it was Han Cong, but Han Cong was too busy for him to take care of me. Jian Fan thought about it, and cried even more sadly.

Jiang Shuai didn't expect Jian Fan to cry even more, and he was closer to himself. I don't know what to do next, just stand, hug Jian Fan, and let Jian Fan vent all the unsatisfactory in his arms.

The simple and complex body fragrance smelled so refreshing to Jiang Shuai, and he only felt that his heart was beating faster. Raising his face with his hand, a feeling of pity came from his heart. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to Jian Fan's tear-stained face, wanting to do everything he could to comfort Jian Fan and soothe Jian Fan's heart.

Jian Fan's body trembled, but he didn't dodge. Jiang Shuai's lips were hot and soft. The soft feeling that I have never tasted permeates every touch cell in my body, and I want to refuse, but every cell in my body is unwilling to give up.

Jiang Shuai kissed Jian Fan's tears, salty, but the blood all over his body was beating and boiling like sweet rain and dew. Lip down to ask for it, want to explore the simple pink lips. No, it must be stopped immediately. Jiang Shuai's rational soul finally returned to his body. Jiang Shuai pushed Jian Fan away a little, pulled Jian Fan, and let Jian Fan sit on the sofa.

"Simple, relax, believe in yourself, as long as you do your best, the result doesn't matter. Got it? I'm going to get you a towel. ”

Jiang Shuai rushed into the bathroom and poured cold water on his face to sober himself up. Is this love? I'm in love with Jian Fan. Am I really in love with Jian Fan? How can I fall in love with Jian Fan? No, I just like her, I admire her, and I can't see her sad. Take it easy, take it easy.

Jiang Shuai wet the towel with cold water and handed it to Jian Fan, who applied a compress to his eyes. After crying, my heart is much more comfortable.

"Jiang Shuai, thank you, I'm fine. I'm much better. ”

"Crying nose is not like you, you forgot, you are the one who knocked me to the ground in one fell swoop. I'm a powerful man, you can easily defeat me, and what else can't be defeated. Haha, do you want to throw me again. ”

Jian Fan burst into tears and laughed.

Just now, the door to the dormitory opened and closed once. Han Cong saw Jiang Shuai bowing his head and kissing Jian Fan, his chest felt like he had been hit by a punch, and his heart stopped for a few seconds before he recovered.

Because there were only two people in the room, after all, there were lonely men and widows, Jiang Shuai did not close the door of the dormitory in order to avoid suspicion, leaving a small gap.

Han Cong saw that the door was open, so he pushed the door directly, and when he saw the heart-tearing scene, he gently closed the door again.

Han Cong couldn't remember how he walked down the stairs, how he got to the street, and how he wandered aimlessly down the street.

Jian Fan, why did you kiss Jiang Shuai.

Jiang Shuai, why did you kiss Jian Fan.

Jian Fan, don't you love me anymore?

Jiang Shuai, my best buddy, do you ignore my feelings?

Han Cong walked into a bar, not to drink, but to get himself drunk. I used to taste drunk, and it was extremely uncomfortable, but now I just want that feeling to sweep over my body, and only in this way can I suppress the pain in my heart.

"Waiter, ask for the strongest wine. ”

Han Cong took a few sips of wine, and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, as if the wine turned into tears when he drank it in his mouth.

He has always focused on his studies and career. I always thought that STGuru would always be waiting for me in the same place. But am I wrong? I lost it, perhaps, never had. I have never kissed her on the lips, and I have always wanted to find a romantic opportunity to give the most special gift and ask for it, but so far it has not materialized. Are we lovers? Maybe we are two lovers who don't fall in love, doing their own thing, thinking that we can wait, but time is gone, and the sweet stay is gone. For the sake of love, I should give my all, but I am self-righteous, why don't I kiss her, why don't I get her, why do I let her become a landscape alone, a landscape in the eyes of others.

Get drunk, get drunk once willingly, cry once willingly.