I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

Autumn

After most of the morning, Xing Wen's head was about to explode.

In particular, Mu Chen called him in by pressing the light countless times, and threw a printed manuscript in front of him: "It's too official, I'll change it later."

Xing Wen glanced at the densely packed annotations written in red pen on the manuscript. This is already the fourth draft. With this effort, Mu Chen could have written one by himself.

In the afternoon, the company will hold a team building activity in the form of a tea party, and what is being changed now is the speech that Mu Chen will use.

This person is fully capable of writing by himself, his language organization ability is not bad, and his work efficiency is very high, it doesn't look like he would be lazy just because of this.

According to Xing Wen's understanding of Mu Chen over the past year, it was either because he had no money to make, or he just wanted to torment him.

Xing Zhu was busy working overtime, and Mr. Mu was faintly happy, secretly flicking the fox's tail so well.

"Which style do you like, you can tell me first." Xing Wen tried his best to be good-tempered.

Mu Chen glanced at him from behind the computer screen, then moved his eyes back and typed silently: "Don't be too official, it's impersonal. Don't be too easy-going, it seems that my brain is not very good."

"..." Xing Wen wanted to roll his eyes and hold back, and walked over to get the manuscript: "I'll try."

Mu Chen ignored him, and Xing Wen was about to go out when the sound of typing on the keyboard behind him suddenly stopped: "Are you leaving now?"

"Is there anything else?" Xing Wen turned his head, with "otherwise" and "don't mess with me" written on his face.

Mu Chen choked, his hands left the keyboard and lightly supported his face. A white wrist was exposed from the cuff of his suit, and Xing Wen could almost see the blood vessels clearly.

This fox still wears glasses at work. In fact, he is not short-sighted at all. His left eye is 125 and his right eye is 75. With this degree, he does not need glasses for reading books and computers.

Unless it is presbyopia.

Xing Wen's attention smoothly shifted from "the boss is a bit pretty" to the slander "the boss is pretending".

"Well, that's right." Mu Chen let go of the hand that was covering his face, "Take apart the newly bought instant coffee and have a look."

Instant coffee?

"Don't you drink the freshly ground downstairs?" Xing Wenshun asked.

"It's cold." Mu Chen said.

Xing Wen didn't understand the divine logic, so he turned around and took the coffee off the top of the cabinet.

Mu Chen took off his glasses and quietly watched Xing Wen's generous back and his strong arms holding the box, feeling an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Although it seems that I exercise regularly to strengthen my body, but what if I catch a cold.

If you catch a cold, you may ask for leave, and if you ask for leave, you will not come to work.

By then, he will be alone in the office.

The day is so long, who should the poor and boring fox find to play with?

Xing Wen opened the box, and inside was a large number of sticks of instant coffee made in Australia. From the corner of Xing Wen's eyes, he noticed that Mu Chen started to yawn.

"Punch one and see if it smells good." Mu Chen instructed.

"I urgently need to find a wife to serve you." Xing Wen whispered, pulling out one of them.

Unexpectedly, Mu Chen's ears were so sharp that he heard it and said, "It's okay, what are you doing to harm the girl?"

Xing Wen was a little surprised that the other party was not angry, and by the way, he slandered, "You also know that you are harming me for nothing."

"I like men." Mu Chen said lightly.

Xing Wen's men stopped moving.

What Mu Chen said was so plain that Xing Wen even thought it was an auditory hallucination for a moment.

Although he vaguely guessed that Mu Chen might be the same before, he didn't expect the other party to tell him so bluntly.

And, why are you saying this all of a sudden?

"Oh." Xing Wen responded calmly, turned his back to Mu Chen and skillfully started to boil hot water, "Then you can find one too."

Mu Chen didn't answer, and played with the calculator on the table, the atmosphere suddenly became a little inexplicably awkward.

"No need." Mu Chen said after a long time.

"The main reason is that there is no money to make." Xing Wen hooked the corner of his mouth.

Mu Chen smiled: "It's not exactly. I've found it, in case we get separated."

Xing Wen didn't answer, he really didn't want to discuss advanced emotional topics with his boss, firstly he was gay and secondly he had no emotional experience.

"It's ready, I'm going out to revise the manuscript." Xing Wen put the coffee on Mu Chen's table.

"Drink it, and tell me how it tastes after drinking it." Mu Chen said, "I don't want to drink coffee now."

Xing Wen found that he had to work very hard every day in order to control himself from taking any aggressive actions against his boss.

In order not to be on the Tencent news the next day, Xing Zhu is also actively improving his self-cultivation today.

"This cup is yours." Xing Wen said.

"Then wash it after use." Mu Chen said.

Xing Wen: "..."

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I didn't have much work today, and the repeated revision of that damn speech took up almost all of it.

Xing Wen was detained by the unscrupulous boss in this way, and when the final draft was finally finalized, he even missed the meal order.

Xing Wen has a dedicated staff canteen, which is outsourced to a high-level hotel. The unbelievably good food is a major spiritual pillar for Xing Wen not to resign.

It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon when Xing Wen arrived, and the huge cafeteria was empty, except for a few aunts who were busy cleaning the tables.

"Another one who came so late!" One of the aunts raised her head, "Young people are desperate for work."

"I don't want to either." Xing Wen walked to the order window and saw a person in the distance.

Yuan Qi, the most popular model in the company recently, Mu Chen's baby cash cow.

To be honest, Xing Wen really didn't like this person very much.

But right now they were the only two left in the whole cafeteria to eat, and it was impossible to avoid them, so Xing Wen had to take the initiative to pat him on the shoulder from behind.

"Xing Zhu!" Yuan Qi turned his head, smiling brightly, "Why are you so late?"

"Work overtime." Xing Wen said helplessly, "Is there any food left?"

"Meal A and meal C are left." Yuan Qi said, "What do you want to eat? Why don't you look at it first, I won't choose."

The rest of this order is actually the heated rice set, which is not very tasty but okay.

"It doesn't matter, I don't choose either." Xing Wen said.

"No, no, you go first." Yuan Qi insisted.

"You go first." Xing Wen really didn't want to take advantage of this person, so he didn't go forward.

"There are two boxes of meal A and meal C, and there are many more, no matter how you choose, there will be no conflict." The uncle in the window said speechlessly.

The two were silent for three seconds in embarrassment, and finally Yuan Qi said first: "Then I want meal A."

As soon as the words fell, Mu Chen walked into the cafeteria with a blank expression.

"Why is there still more!" The auntie who had just cleaned the table shouted loudly, "There is no food, next time I will order takeaway at such a late hour—"

The uncle who was pushing the vacuum cleaner across the two long tables rushed over, gave the aunt a nudge, and said, "Hi, boss!"

The cafeteria employees who noticed stopped what they were doing and said hello together.

Xing Wen and Yuan Qi turned their heads at the same time, Mu Chen glanced at them, and his expression was not very friendly.

Lost money?

"What about you? What meal do you want?" the uncle in the window asked impatiently.

Xing Wen took a look. Today A meal is Braised Pork Ribs and C meal is Boiled Chicken. He can eat any of them.

But if Mu Chen is here for dinner... this picky stinky fox never eats tasteless chicken because "chicken has a strong taste".

"Meal A." Xing Wen glanced at Mu Chen, turned around and said with a smile.

Xing Wen took the meal and sat down by the window, Yuan Qi sat next to him very politely.

In less than 2 minutes, Mu Chen also came and sat down opposite them holding the hot meal C with no expression on his face.

"Boss Mu is so late too." Yuan Qi said politely.

"En." Mu Chen responded, and calmly opened the lunch box.

It's so pitiful, Mr. Mu is going to be a vegetarian today.

Xing Wen thought it was quite strange, usually Mu Chen had the habit of bringing bento from home, and he didn't come to the staff cafeteria several times a year.

what is it today?

Mu Chen was very quiet. With his eyes downcast, he clamped pieces of chicken in the set meal to the lid of the box. After finishing, he picked out a small chopstick dipped in soy sauce and took a bite.

Although it was very slight, Xing Wen still noticed it, and the fox shivered.

The taste of chicken is on the rice, and now I don't even like rice.

"Mr. Mu doesn't eat chicken for nothing?" Yuan Qi, who had been talking nonstop, stopped, "I should have traded with you if I knew earlier."

Mu Chen didn't speak while eating, he took a piece of cucumber and bit it without raising his eyes.

Five minutes after the three of them ate in a strange atmosphere, Yuan Qi's cell phone rang, and Xing Wen could clearly hear his manager's voice looking for him and finally yelling at him.

"Sorry." Yuan Qi smiled awkwardly and hung up the phone, "I might have to go first, I forgot I had a filming at three o'clock."

Only then did Mu Chen glance at him.

"Go quickly." Xing Wen said helplessly.

"Well, the schedule is so tight every time." Yuan Qi packed his lunch box and got up, "I'll come and play with you again when I'm free...Mr. Mu, I'm leaving!"

Yuan Qi ran away in a hurry, Mu Chen took two more bites of chopsticks and put down his chopsticks, took out his phone and started editing.

However, I put it down halfway through writing, turned off the phone screen and threw it on the table.

It seems that the anger value is very high, and it is a little scary when eating cucumbers without making a sound.

It was the first time for Xing Wen to meet Mu Chen face to face in such a non-working place. After a while, he pushed his lunch box over: "Pick up a few ribs and go, I haven't touched much here."

Mu Chen stopped, glanced at the meat in Xing Wen's dinner plate, and then continued to bite the cucumber with a sullen face.

Xing Wen waited awkwardly for almost ten seconds, and finally got impatient, so if he doesn't eat, he will fall down.

As a result, the moment he dragged the lunch box back, Mu Chen stretched out his chopsticks in a compromise, and made an empty one.

Xing Wen: "..."

Mu Chen: "..."

Embarrassment flowed in the silence, Mu Chen silently retracted the chopsticks, and smoothly picked up another piece of cucumber and put it into his mouth, as if the stretching of the chopsticks just now was just to move his arms.

"Eat or not?" Xing Wen worked hard and patiently pushed the lunch box over again.

Mu Chen looked up at him, as if judging whether he would suddenly drag the lunch box back this time.

Xing Wen sighed, got up and walked back near the order window to pick up clean chopsticks.

This section of the road was still a few dozen steps away from where they were sitting. Xing Wen walked back, and suddenly saw Mu Chen stretching out his chopsticks, trying to...steal meat from his lunch box.

At this moment, Xing Wen almost felt that he could post on Zhihu.

They also met eyes.

The meat that Mu Chen had just transported on the way was so frightened, and Xing Wen had three black lines on his head.

Without waiting for Xing Wen to go back, Mu Chen, who was so embarrassed that he exploded, forcibly cleaned up his chopsticks calmly and calmly, and left pretending nothing happened.

Xing Wen: "..."

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The tea party and team building activities were held at three o'clock in the afternoon, and almost all the employees of Xingwen were present.

The autumn weather in the southern city is very good, the sun is shining warmly on the wooden floor on the semi-outdoor platform, and fresh refreshments are continuously pushed up.

The purpose was originally to let the employees express their opinions in the process of chatting, so that the senior management can listen to the suggestions of the masses, but the actual operation is that everyone gathers together to eat, drink and bask in the sun.

Xing Wen didn't have much to do, so he handed the printed speech to Mu Chen and it was over, he just picked a seat where the sun could shine.

Due to the embarrassment at noon, Mu Chen didn't even look at him, and took the manuscript and went up to the stage with a decent appearance.

Mu Chen is young, fair and handsome, and has a very stable style. In the past few years, he has not dealt with any moths except leading everyone to make money. The employees like him very much.

Of course, poor Xing Zhu was the only one he would take the initiative to torment.

Xing Wen watched quietly, and had to admit that this person was worthy of admiration from his looks to his manners, especially from such a distance, he could see a kind of self-cultivation that had been accumulated for more than 20 years.

If it wasn't for seeing Mu Chen stealing meat from his plate just now.

When Xing Wen thought of the scene just now, he found it funny for no reason. The astonishing contrast on Mu Chen made him unable to adapt for a while.

Mu Chen stood upright in front of the stage, straightened the microphone slightly, and everyone applauded enthusiastically.

"Good afternoon." Mu Chen looked at the crowd and smiled just right: "It's a pleasure to meet you again on this day."

Xing Wenbai fumbled for his drink in boredom, listening to Mu Chen read the manuscript he had written was a little strange.

Mu Chen only memorized the opening remarks, and read from the script when he went up: "Today is the anniversary of a great victory, a festival of peace..."

After saying a word, Xing Wen silently put down the soda water in his hand before everyone noticed anything wrong.

Handed... wrong draft.

Xing Wen wanted to look away, but Mu Chen's vicious fox eyes had already crossed the crowd and killed him accurately.

When an employee followed the boss' gaze, Mu Chen looked away again with a smile on his face.

It’s over.

Xing Wen's heart skipped a beat, Mu Chen maintained a gentle appearance, folded the manuscript, and started to make an impromptu speech.

Mu Chen spoke in a simple and orderly manner, occasionally inserting a few words from Xing Wen's manuscript, as he said, "not too official, nor too easy-going".

At the end of the speech, Mu Chen suddenly added a sentence: "As for the Sunshine Radio Exercise activity proposed by Ethan earlier, I agree."

The legal officer who was called stood up and bowed politely to everyone.

Everyone laughed, and at the same time rejected this event in their hearts that it was a big deal and a bad event.

"Here, I eagerly recommend my assistant - Xing Wen, as the leader of the radio exercises." Mu Chen said with a smile.

Xing Wen: "???"

"Facing the sun at eight o'clock every day, let's exercise with Xing Zhu." Mu Chen said.

Thunderous applause sounded again.

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At dusk, the general manager of Xingwen.

Xing Wen sat in his seat and began to work on the accumulated work due to the speeches and team building this day, and quietly waited for the off-duty time to arrive.

Mu Chen has been staying in the independent office since the event ended, and now he sent a file to Xing Wen's computer.

Xing Wen accepted it, clicked to open it, and broadcast the gymnastics teaching video.

The picture quality is very retro, two men and two women maintain a mechanical smirk, walking in place following the music.

It's not the tenth set of traditional radio gymnastics on campus, it's the kind that combines the elements of a beautiful girl with her hips twisted, her buttocks twisted, her body turned, spinning, jumping and her eyes closed, plus the elements of street dance in Shaolin Temple.

To sum it up in one word, Sao.

Xing Wen dragged the progress bar to look at it with a psychedelic expression, and felt that every cell in his body was resisting this exercise from the inside to the outside.

The lamp on the table was turned on, Xing Wen quickly turned off the video and got up, and knocked on Mu Chen's door reluctantly.

"Make me some coffee, I'm too sleepy." Mu Chen lay half on the table, his eyes were almost closed.

"When did I promise to be the leader?" Xing Wen felt angry when he saw him.

There are so many employees in a company, why should he be tormented alone?

"You don't want to?" Mu Chen lazily opened one eye, thought for a while and said, "There is an extra salary."

Xing Wen was stunned for a while, and asked very promisingly: "How much?"

Mu Chen laughed, Xing Wen came to his senses, took the coffee bar and said seriously: "I won't do anything, you just want to have fun."

Very good, today Xing Zhu finally couldn't hold back his anger and told the truth.

As a result, Mu Chen didn't respond at all, just lying on his stomach, Xing Wen turned to boil water to make coffee: "This time you will drink it, right? I won't drink it for you again."

There was no answer, and Xing Wen even thought that the other party was asleep, so he couldn't care too much and made coffee by himself.

After soaking it up, put it on his desk and take this opportunity to get off work.

"Maybe." Mu Chen said suddenly, his voice was suppressed in his arms.

"What could it be?" Xing Wen's head exploded, and he felt that Mu Chen was playing tricks on him again.

"...Going to the bar, I'll drink." Mu Chen sighed softly.

Instant coffee is still easy to brew, no technical content is required, and the aroma will come out as soon as the hot water is stirred.

Xing Wen drank it in the morning, and felt that the taste is quite mellow. The disadvantage is that it is too sweet, but Mu Chen might like it.

As expected, they have been together day and night for a year, and they even know each other's tastes.

"Here." Xing Wen put the cup on his table, "Drink carefully, it will be cold later...I will get off work first."

When Mu Chen heard this, he sat up from the table: "Now?"

"It's time to get off work." Xing Wen pointed to Mu Chen's computer screen, and was about to leave after speaking.

"Wait." Mu Chen got up quickly, but the whole portrait was choked, and he paused for a few seconds before saying, "Write something for me."

Xing Wen frowned, and saw Mu Chen rummaging through the drawers for a long time, and finally took out a large stack of postcards: "New Year's cards for customers, please help write some."

"?" Xing Wen was puzzled, "It's only November now."

"Then Christmas." Mu Chen continued to look through the drawer, "I'll write you a template first, you follow the list..."

"You... have a fever?" Xing Wen couldn't believe it, "If you are getting married next week, I can help you write the invitation."

According to Mu Chen's temperament, it is impossible to write any Christmas card or New Year's card. Even if he really wants to write it, he does not have to write it in a hurry today.

This is fucking trying to torment him, Xing Wen just feels uncontrollably angry.

He had to say something clearly, anyway, if he said it, he would be fired by Mu Chen at most.

"Boss, I don't want to play with you." Xing Wen looked at him, "If you are really leisurely, you can spend money to buy a cross talk troupe, talk and learn to sing every day, so that you can have a very happy life every day."

Mu Chen stood in place, still holding the stack of postcards in his hand, and looked at him as well.

But Xing Wen couldn't see Mu Chen's mood at all, it didn't look like he was angry.

"I'm sorry." Mu Chen said after a while, opened the drawer and stuffed all the postcards back, "You can go, you can come to work as usual tomorrow."

This time it was Xing Wen who was stunned instead, but he didn't stay stunned for long, turned around and opened the door and went out.

It's very rare that Xing Wen didn't have the relaxed and joyful feeling of finally leaving get off work all the way from Xingwen.

He walked around the street and ate a bowl of ramen.

When the lights are on, the sky is getting darker and darker, and the coolness of night is transmitted to the body through the thin coat.

Autumn is really here.

Xing Wen didn't feel angry for a long time, and the rest was just vaguely inexplicable.

Maybe it's the feeling of throwing a stone so hard that only a little ripple appears on the surface of the water.

Mu Chen was not quite right all day today.

Xing Wen couldn't describe what it was exactly, and he swipe his card to enter the subway station all the way casually.

Sad... no.

Sad like a lovelorn...not really.

The sound of the glass door about to close came from the subway, Xing Wen suddenly turned sideways and ran out.

He didn't even know what he was doing, he swiped his card in a hurry to get out of the gate, a large wave of office workers who had had dinner crowded into the station, Xing Wen tried his best to get past the bustling crowd, and even wanted to call Mu Chen's cell phone for a moment.

On the way from the subway station to the company, he ran countless times every day to prevent being late and deducting wages.

When Xing Wen boarded the company elevator, he felt like he was about to spit out the ramen he ate.

The elevator door opened, Xing Wen quickly rushed to the general manager's office, pushed the door open——

The light in the outer room was still on, and Mu Chen obviously didn't leave, Xing Wen knocked on the door of the inner room with a beating heart.

no respond.

"Boss!" Xing Wen slammed on the door, "Mu Chen, are you there?"

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed the handle and pressed hard, and the door opened.

The lights inside were also on, but Mu Chen was not seen at a glance.

Xing Wen suffocated for a while, and saw Mu Chen get out from under the desk in a daze.

His face was a little red, as if a child had just slept, but obviously there was nothing wrong with it.

"Didn't you... go away?" Mu Chen was stunned.

Xing Wen suddenly got stuck. After looking at the office for a week, he couldn't possibly say, "Looking at your lonely face, I'm afraid that you will suddenly do something stupid and run all the way back from the subway station to confirm."

"I... came back to write Christmas cards." Xing Wen only found this one excuse after tossing around.

He also suddenly realized that this unbelievable excuse that Mu Chen found after tossing around was actually to let him stay.

Mu Chen looked at him, as if he couldn't understand what he was saying.

Just sat on the office chair, turned slightly, and turned his back to Xing Wen.

"Don't you want to play with me?" Mu Chen said.

Xing Wen stared at the dark chair back and Mu Chen's disheveled head, not understanding what was going on with this mode of talking to the big boss.

"Then I'll go back." Xing Wen said.

"...No." Mu Chen's voice was a little muffled, "I found that you are quite a bad person."

Xing Wen was stunned for a while, then walked to the sofa next to him and sat down: "When do you get off work?"

"If you earn enough money, you can play." Mu Chen said.

"Then there is no chance tonight." Xing Wen sighed and leaned on the sofa.

After clearly confirming that Mu Chen is fine, he should be able to leave.But for some reason now, he kind of wanted to just stay like this.

Mu Chen was afraid that he would leave, he felt it.

Although he didn't know the reason, it was hard to ask, but he was still surprised that he was willing to cooperate.

Even, the decision to stay out of subjective will.

"Is there any overtime pay? If I just sit here for one night." Xing Wen said.

"Yes, if you have been awake." Mu Chen said.

(End of extra episode)

The author has something to say: this day is the day when father fox left, and the fox suddenly realized on this day that he has some kind of dependence on the baby.

Easter egg: The fox had just cried when Xing Wen knocked on the door suddenly, he was so scared that he hid under the desk, and then he was crying with his back to Xing Wen, the fox really loves chirping QAQ

感谢在2019-12-1200:19:44~2019-12-1517:06:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: 3 moon bears; 1th day, white clothes, late sleep, [-];

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Zhijin and her dog goose; 1 bottle of very sand sculpture today;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!