details

The weather in Shanghai in December fluctuates from hot to cold, sometimes it’s so cold that you want to wear layers of long johns, and then the warm wind gusts like early spring.

But no matter what the weather was like, Han Zhao never stopped running with He Jing.

"call……"

After the last lap, He Jing bent down, put his hands on his knees and let out a sigh of relief.

Han Zhao followed him and stopped: "Is it okay?"

"It's okay." He Jing shook his head and straightened up, "Let's go."

Han Zhao looked at the corners of his red eyes and asked, "What time did you go to bed yesterday?"

He Jing shook his head, not wanting to say.It was the end of the year, and all kinds of things piled up like a tsunami. He was so busy that he slept late every day.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Han Zhao continued: "If it's really late, don't run away in the morning, it's fine to rest for a few days."

"I'm used to it." He Jing exhaled and inhaled slowly.

Han Zhao stopped talking about him and walked back slowly with him.

When he walked to the door of Han Zhao's house, He Jing said, "I won't have breakfast with you today. I'll go home and take a shower. I have to go to the company early, and I don't have time to do things."

Han Zhao glanced at him, turned around and went into a convenience store by the roadside, and bought him a hot rice ball.

"Eat it on the road."

"Well," He Jing took the rice ball, "Oh, and, if you don't run away tomorrow, you should sleep well."

"why?"

Seeing him going to run no matter how late he slept, Han Zhao didn't quite understand.

"Tonight's company awards ceremony. Everyone has been busy for a long time. After the end, we will definitely go to celebrate. I have already booked a hotel. I guess I will lie down on the spot when the time comes. I won't go home."

"Take it easy, don't drink if you don't want to drink."

"Yeah," He Jing bit the rice ball and waved goodbye to him. "There is a live broadcast on the video site at the night of the awards ceremony. I'm interested to watch it."

He Jing's company made a strong attack on the Shanghai market this year, and made several sensational lists. The copyright trading platform has also begun to take shape, and the transaction volume has skyrocketed.

In addition, the first lawsuit handed over to Han Zhao was also successfully won, and the company's popularity in the industry was second to none.

There are so many awards ceremonies and charity parties in December. In addition to sponsoring, the company also held an awards ceremony similar to the Internet celebrity festival, inviting various famous people in new media throughout the year.

Internet celebrities, host stars, industry leaders, traditional media... This year, there was a live video broadcast, and there was really no room for error.

For such a big event, Devin also flew from Shenzhen to Shanghai to participate, and brought a new MissX with him.

He Jing was too busy to touch the ground, so he had no time to pay attention to him.

Fortunately, the preparations were adequate, and the suppliers from all walks of life were also excellent. The entire awards ceremony was finally held smoothly. During the live broadcast, the traffic was good, and Weibo was also popular.

The awards ceremony was over, followed by the Appreciation Dinner. People from all walks of life were in the banquet hall. It was fake to eat, but real to socialize.

Devin invited some investors who were interested in the company, how much to invest, how many shares to invest, whether to give a seat on the board of directors - all were negotiated at this dinner.

As the general manager, He Jing is also a small shareholder of the company. After finishing the previous game, he followed Devin to the next game. He didn't have anything to eat all night.

So, in the early morning, when his company started to celebrate the success of the presidential suite booked, he relaxed his nerves, drank a few glasses of wine on an empty stomach, and collapsed immediately.

When He Jingren softened, his colleagues thought he was joking, but it was Devin who realized something was wrong, left Miss X to support him, and half-dragged and half-carried him to the imperial concubine bed in the corner.

Everyone cheered and gathered around.

"It's okay, it's okay." He Jing was still able to speak, but he couldn't move because of his lack of energy. "You guys play, I'll just take a rest."

"Spread out," Devin said impatiently, "what should I play, what are you doing around him?"

The Great Demon King has already spoken, who else would dare to disobey?Everyone dispersed as promised, and He Jing leaned on a cushion and fell asleep in a daze. He felt that Devin didn't seem to have left, as if he had added an extra blanket.

The two of them occupied a small corner, and their influence was limited. Anyway, the big devil's participation in mortal gatherings was to look down on all living beings, and his colleagues quickly forgot about them.

Until the cell phone that He Jing threw on the coffee table rang.

At this time, everyone was playing games around the coffee table. It was nothing to worry about when his cell phone rang, but it was the two characters "Tyrant" clearly on the screen that broke the hornet's nest.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes stared at the screen of his mobile phone, and there was a burst of cheers when they discovered the gossip.

The marketing director gestured for everyone to be quiet.

The phone rang several times, and the marketing director put the mobile phone in front of him, pressed the answer button, and... the hands-free button.

So when Han Zhao made the phone call, he heard only an eerie silence.

"Sleeping?" Han Zhao thought it was He Jing who answered the phone, "I sent you a WeChat message but didn't hear back. Thinking about it, I still don't feel relieved."

The marketing director cleared his throat and replied, "Are you looking for Andre?"

There were whispers of laughter around, and Han Zhao immediately understood.

"Well, how is he? Drunk?"

"You have to tell us who you are, so we can reveal what happened to him!" The female colleague next to him interjected, "Isn't it, Mr. Ex?"

"The incumbent," Han Zhao said calmly, "Please tell me the address, and I will pick him up."

The voice fell, and the strange screams on the other end of the phone almost deafened his ears.

Finally, the noise was lightened, and the marketing director smiled and reported the address, and said that everyone was waiting for him with Andre.

After encountering such a gossip, there will still be parties to visit in a while, and the presidential suite is as lively as the New Year.

No one cared, Devin, who had been guarding He Jing, looked at them coldly, never smiling from the beginning to the end.

■

When Han Zhao rang the doorbell, there was another burst of laughter in the suite.

The door opened a little, and someone asked him with a smile, "Who are you looking for?"

"Come get Andre."

The person inside opened the door: "Please come in, everyone is waiting for you."

Han Zhao entered the room and saw that everyone in the room was looking at him, so he greeted everyone casually.

Everyone was very excited, and they hadn't decided what to say yet. The first to speak out was the lawyer who knew him.

"Lawyer Han?"

Han Zhao nodded towards him: "I watched the awards ceremony tonight, it was so lively."

The legal officer had a question mark on his head: "Are you Andre's...?"

"Boyfriend." Han Zhao recognized generously, "What about others?"

Everyone turned their eyes to the imperial concubine's couch in the corner. Han Zhao saw He Jing and walked over.

He Jing fell asleep in a daze, dimly feeling that someone was touching his hair.

"Xiao Jing."

He Jing opened his eyes slightly, but didn't understand what was going on.

"Go back to sleep, okay?"

"……Um?"

Since Han Zhao entered the door, Devin, who had been watching coldly, suddenly interrupted: "If you fall asleep, you can find a bed here. It's not that troublesome."

Han Zhao pretended not to hear and ignored him.

Devin sneered: "Are you that idiot who gave him leaves?"

The unidentified onlookers gasped, thinking that their demon king really doesn't care about occasions and places, and he can hate whoever he wants!

Han Zhao glanced at him and was about to speak when He Jing woke up.

"Han Zhao?"

"Well," Han Zhao lowered his head and whispered to him, "You're drunk, I'll pick you up."

The tip of their noses touched, He Jing put his arms around his neck without thinking.

Devin watched He Jing take the initiative to hug him, and saw Han Zhao help him stand up, and swallowed everything he wanted to say.

It was a good piece of gossip, and was embarrassed by the big boss's "stupid" just now, the marketing director hurried forward to help, and said to Han Zhao: "I will send you down."

Han Zhao thanked him, and the two supported He Jing. After walking a few steps, they heard Devin say behind his back: "In the future, when he celebrates his birthday, give him something valuable, and stop fooling him with flowers and plants."

Han Zhao turned around and raised his middle finger at him: "Mind your own business!"

……

There was a riot in the presidential suite, and while the colleagues were busy pressing down the fire-breathing demon king, they hurriedly sent He Jing and Han Zhao away.

He Jing was in a daze the whole time, and didn't know what happened. After being sent to the car, he sat obediently and didn't move.

The heater was turned on in the car, and while driving, Han Zhao checked his condition from time to time, only to see him fluttering his eyelashes and sleeping quietly leaning against the seat.

When the car arrived downstairs at Han Zhao's house, Han Zhao turned off the engine and gently woke him up.

"Xiao Jing, we're here."

He Jing let out a "huh", but he was still not sober.

The home is on the third floor and there is no elevator.Han Zhao got out of the car, carried He Jing on his back, and walked into the building.

In the husband's room in the early morning, the corridor was extremely quiet.

He Jing leaned on Han Zhao's body, pressed his lips against his ear, and muttered something.

Han Zhao paused slightly: "What did you say?"

"That year, in the winter night, it was still raining."

Han Zhao heard clearly and knew that he was talking about the past between the two of them.

"Actually, it's not that I don't have other places to go... I just... like you and want to try..."

"Well," Han Zhao pulled him to the body, "I know."

"I just like it... I like it more than anything else..."

The voice-activated porch lights above head flickered on and off following Han Zhao's footsteps.He carried the drunk cat on his back and walked up the stairs step by step.

Suddenly, a stream of liquid slipped into his neck.

"But you like Lin Qiao," He Jing's voice was ambiguous, with tears streaming down his face, "You only have him in your heart."

"It's been so difficult for me these past few years..." He Jing on his shoulder said vaguely, "Every day, I miss you like crazy, it's really hard..."

……

When He Jing woke up, it was just dawn.

After the hangover, he "hissed" with a headache.

What I saw when I opened my eyes was the familiar bed, the familiar ceiling, and the familiar... people.

Han Zhao was topless, hugging him who was also naked, lying under a blanket.

ah?Could it be last night? !

He only remembered a few fragments of what happened last night, for example, before he fell down, Devin helped him to rest, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Han Zhao...

He Jing touched the back subconsciously, whether it seemed to be there or not?

God, he hasn't done it for so long that he can't even confirm this.

With a dry mouth after a hangover, He Jing gently pulled away Han Zhao's hand on his waist, wanting to get up and find some water to drink.

Unexpectedly, Han Zhao suddenly tightened his hands and hugged him into his arms.

"where to?"

"Drink water."

Han Zhao rested his chin on his shoulder: "No."

He Jing laughed: "Why don't you let me get out of bed?"

"You have been away for three years, and there is no news at all," Han Zhao refused to let go, "Have you ever thought about what I should do?"

"what?"

"Leave me in Shanghai, alone, and enjoy myself in Shenzhen..." Han Zhao rubbed his chin on his bare shoulder, "He has no conscience."

Is this... acting like a baby?

He Jing was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Seeing that he was silent, Han Zhao continued, "And your boss, what the hell? I'm so jealous that I wish the whole world knew about it."

"Devin? Jealous?" He Jing couldn't figure it out, "How is it possible?"

Han Zhao didn't argue with him: "You take advantage of your youth and beauty to hook up everywhere, do you still think I'm your boyfriend?"

"When did you become my boyfriend?!"

"It's all over," Han Zhao hugged the naked He Jing tightly, and kissed his lips, "What else is there to argue about?"

"Ah? This... I..."

"What am I?" Han Zhao interrupted him, "Last night, when I went to pick you up, people from your company watched you take the initiative to hug me."

Lying down a big trough!He Jing couldn't figure out how he fell.

"Do you recognize it?" Han Zhao said, sucked hard on his collarbone, and stamped it skillfully, "Huh? Do you recognize it?"

Rao He Jing had thought of thousands of ways to deal with him, but he never thought that one day he would face such a situation.

He lowered his head to look at the red badge that had just been stamped on his collarbone, and when he looked up again, he saw Han Zhao's eyes that were so fascinating that he couldn't help but stare straight at him.

An affectionate and serious look in his eyes that he had never seen before.

"I admit it, I admit it," He Jing shook his heart, and stretched out his arms to hug him, "Boyfriend, boyfriend, admit it."

Han Zhao smiled happily, and suddenly whispered in his ear, "Mr. He, I offended your boss last night. Your company's case will definitely not be accepted in the future. What should I do if I have no food?"

"If you can't take it, you can't take it," Mr. He said proudly, "What are you afraid of?"

"You raise me?"

He Jing kissed Han Zhao's lips hard.

"Well, Mr. He supports you!"

＜End of full text＞

********************************************

Postscript (BGM: Innocence by Liang Jingru)

Crying and laughing, I accompanied them through the last chapter, and they were very satisfied with the ending. I hope everyone will be happy after reading it.

This article has been written on and off for two years. One is that there are many things at home, and the other is that I don’t want to settle down.

From the very beginning, I knew that this was an article that not many people would read, but I still chose every word carefully and was unwilling to settle for it.Wen has many shortcomings, but he is confident and sincere enough.

The ending of Xiao He and Han Zhao was not so happy, and I have been worried that readers will not like it.

When it was almost the end, Xiao He resisted, saying that he could work hard and have a happy ending with Slag Gong.

Jiyou read the previous article and said that Xiao He is a pure and kind-hearted person who deserves a happy ending.

Well, as my family said, the author is just a recorder, and the fate of the characters should be decided by themselves.

So Mr. He seeks benevolence and benevolence, congratulations!

I haven't thought about the extras yet. Although few people read the article, I really want to release a compilation album with the hole cards. It's not for selling money, but for my own collection. Maybe there will be extras at that time?

Xiao Qiao, Xie Rui, Han Zha, and Xiao He hoped that their stories would survive on paper.

Huh, this article can also end smoothly, mom really doesn't have to worry about my cheating!

I finally finished writing, so I have to take a good rest.

Finally, here are Xiao He’s words in the original written ending:

How many people have admired your face when you were young, and how many people can still love you like me after knowing all the details about you?

Everyone, see you in the next article~

The author says: