Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

The weather in July was already quite hot and humid, so Zhang Fei took them back to the group lounge instead of staying in the cafeteria to take a sauna.

I turned the air conditioner to 18 degrees and wrapped myself in a blanket. I looked at the strange scene in the room and felt like I was back home.

There were six people sitting in the room eating together. The dishes on the table were placed together and looked very rich.

Seeing Zhang Fei and his team coming in, several people greeted them warmly, "This is the guy who came to interview you. Welcome, welcome. We were in the lab this morning and didn't go downstairs."

Jizhun also greeted him, feeling inexplicably strange, as if science was closer to him.

Wang Xing pulled out the chair next to him, tidied up the tabletop, and picked up the green chopstick bag he had thrown away. "Come on, sit down quickly."

Ji Zhun did not refuse, but as soon as he walked next to him, the cold air from the air conditioner hit him in the face. He held the bags in his arms on both sides of his body, and goose bumps began to appear all over his body.

The hairs on my body stood up.

"Where's the teacher? Hasn't she come out yet?" Zhang Fei put the bag on the table and looked around. "If you want to eat it later, I'll put it in the incubator first."

Wang Xing shook his head and said, "Old Duan is releasing water. He will be here soon."

I remember that when he heard this word, his expression changed subtly. He is not a pervert, so it is normal for him to have such associations, right?

Everyone will associate this with words when hearing them, right?

After introducing themselves to each other, they started calling each other brothers. Except for him, everyone else in Jizhun's team was a little socially anxious. They hid aside and concentrated on eating, leaving Jizhun alone to socialize.

"Are you married, Xiao Ji?" Wang Xing looked at Ji Zhun with a smile. He thought this young man was very good and reminded him of his sister.

When people get older, they start to worry about marriage. I didn't expect that I couldn't escape it even when I got here.

"No, I've never been married and never been in a relationship." Jizhun mumbled incoherently while chewing on a chicken wing.

Wang Xing looked him up and down and said, "No way, with your appearance at school, how could there not be girls who like you?"

Jizhun wanted to explain more, but he just smiled and said, "My family is poor."

Wang Xing was immediately choked when he heard this and gave up the idea of ​​introducing his sister to him. It was not that he was only interested in profit. Poor couples have many worries and lack of money will lead to many conflicts. There was no need to let his daughter from a well-off family suffer this.

He consoled her, "Take it easy. Your current job is good. New media will definitely be the mainstream in the future."

Remember to watch the light in his eyes die out, and you will feel relieved immediately.

He had seen this kind of gaze countless times and didn't know how to evaluate it. Perhaps his appearance was too consistent with the traditional aesthetic of the elders, who were upright and sunny.

At the beginning, the aunt downstairs gave him the highest praise for the 60-year-old age group: "This child is so handsome, and he is obviously a good husband."

Well... I remember I didn't have the courage to tell my aunt that I really needed a good husband.

While eating, my body temperature finally came up a little and it was no longer as cold as before.

When Duan Wu opened the door, he saw someone sitting at the table, huddled like a turtle. He walked to the air conditioner with an expressionless face, and after it beeped six times, he turned it to 24 degrees.

Wang Xing slapped his thigh when he saw this, and suddenly realized, "Oh, I forgot to remember that they don't have blankets."

Duan Wu pulled out a chair and sat opposite Ji Zhun. There was a hint of fatigue between his brows. He opened the lunch box on the table with drooping eyelids.

Remember to follow his movements with your eyes. Zhang Fei ordered six dishes. Not a lot of them. They all looked like what Duan Wu often eats. There were spicy and sweet dishes, and he had a wide range of preferences.

His gaze was too direct, and it was hard for Duan Wu to pretend he hadn't noticed. He pointed his chopsticks at the meatballs in the lunch box and raised his head, "Want to eat?"

Jizhun quickly retracted his eyes and said, "No, no, no, I just want to take a look. Your cafeteria is really nice."

Wang Xing raised his hand, his right hand above his head, and answered the question like an excellent student, "Old Duan, I want to eat."

Duan Wu said "oh", put the meatball with chopsticks to his mouth and took a bite, "If you want to eat it, remember to buy it next time."

The juice from the meatballs remained on the lips, and the tip of the tongue suddenly popped out to hook away the oil on the upper lip.

Remember to take in this action in full view, and suddenly your mind will be filled with creative inspiration.

Duan Wu was not wearing a white coat at this moment. Instead, he was wearing a black mid-sleeved shirt with the buttons buttoned conservatively, but it just brought out the outline of his waist and back.

He was quiet and focused on eating calmly, as if he was completing an experimental task. He put the food into his mouth quickly and chewed it at a high frequency without any unnecessary movements.

I remember that I might have become a little perverted in my paintings over the years. I saw an extremely erotic side of a rigorous and upright scientific researcher.

It's more attractive than taking off clothes and dancing striptease in front of him, as if he can imagine the sexiest look inside without taking them off.

I couldn't help but start to think wildly in my mind. I remembered that it was hard to imagine whether someone like Duan Wu would have physical needs, and whether he would also look so cold when he was taking care of himself.

No one would have a stern face even after having an orgasm, right?

He bit his chopsticks and put the scary scene out of his mind.

But when I think about it, it seems pretty sexy too...

A weakness was found under the thick ice wall and a tiny crack was pried open, as if even a tiny bit of joy spilled out from such a cold look, which would be enough to control the person.

Jizhun never had such strange fantasies about others. It was not because he had a strong sense of morality, but he felt that real people were far inferior to virtual creations.

Creating an atmosphere of endless imagination through paintings and words is more exciting than specific people.

Damn, do you have any shame? He is a pillar of the country!

Ji Zhun cursed himself secretly, and the important contributions and achievements of Duan Wu in the industry that Zhang Fei had just introduced kept appearing in his mind, making him inexplicably more excited.

No, this is the pillar of the country... Isn't this more exciting?

He really couldn't be blamed for this. Who could have thought that there would be a man who was so compatible with his XP, both in appearance and characteristics, and who was repeatedly pursuing his secret hobby.

He will be abnormal just this once. Remember to swear silently in your heart that you will not behave like a human being just this once and you will never offend others in your heart again in the future.

It turns out that it is almost impossible for people to restrain themselves.

Jizhun had built up a high wall of moral character and social ethics for half a day, but it was completely shattered when he saw Duan Wu leaning in the corner of the balcony.

His slender fingers were half-hidden on his chin, with a thin, unfamiliar cigarette pinched between his index and middle fingers. His thin cherry-colored lips bit the cigarette holder and he took a deep puff, his expression seeming to have gained some kind of satisfaction.

Jizhun uncontrollably moved forward and asked, "You, you smoke?"

He didn't look in the mirror, but he felt that at this moment he was like a monster that sucked people's essence and saw its prey.

"Yeah." Duan Wu raised his eyes. His eyelashes were as long and dense as a baby's. His nasal tone brought out a few wisps of smoke and a heavy breath.

I remember that my hair stood on end when I heard this sound.

Duan Wu is not in line with his XP, it's like a person has grown on top of his XP.

He has been drawing for seven or eight years, but he has never drawn someone who can make the smoking action so sexy.