Mr. Long

This incident shocked all the insiders in the family, including the two uncles who had been living abroad.They rushed back overnight. First, they searched around the small courtyard with my dad. After finding no clues, they gathered in the ancestral hall and performed a ceremony that I couldn't understand at all.

They didn't blame me, and they didn't even ask me the specific ins and outs, but I still felt weird.

But what kind of strange method, I can't say.

I never saw Mr. Long again after that.

All the people in the clan are well. Those who should go to work continue to work, those who should go to school continue to go to school, and those who should eat, sleep and play Doudou continue to eat, sleep and play Doudou.Mr. Long's departure didn't seem to have any effect. As time went by, less and less people mentioned him. Gradually, I even began to wonder whether those days of being a dragon servant were just my big dreams.

But I often recall the details of getting along with Mr. Long before.Thinking of him picking and choosing at the dinner table, eating happily, thinking of him transforming back into a dragon shape and basking in the sun in the yard, and uttering words and calling me to bring fruit to eat with him, thinking of every time I told him that I was going back to school again At that time, his face was full of unhappiness but still handsome.

In fact, it stands to reason that I won't have to serve this dragon with a lot of problems in the future, so I should be happy.But in fact, not only did I not feel relaxed, but I always felt a little... empty.

Am I a hidden masochist?

In the third year after Mr. Long disappeared, I graduated from university.

The company I liked handed me an offer, and I was full of joy. I got up early on the day of the report and tidied myself carefully before going out.

The sister from the personnel department took me through the entry procedures, then sent me to the department office, and introduced me to my future colleagues.I said hello one by one, and when I was about to say "please give me more advice in the future", a series of footsteps from far to near suddenly sounded behind me.

I subconsciously turned around and looked towards the door, and at the same time I heard my sister from HR say softly, "This is Director Long of the Design Department. Although he is not your direct supervisor, he will deal with him often in the future. Director Long, this It's a new intern from the planning department, called..."

"I know his name."

Director Long interrupted the personnel sister's words, then smiled and stretched out his hand.He pulled me into his arms in full view.

"I'm glad you're here, dear," he said. "Welcome home."

The moment he finished speaking, there was a neat sound of breathing from behind him.

My brain suddenly went blank.

It's over, it's over now.

Coming out in such a high-profile way on the first day of employment...it's a bit too exciting.

After a short period of confusion, I quickly regained my senses, and at the same time started a brainstorm, thinking about how to deal with the situation in front of me.

Denial is impossible to deny.First of all, he is the boss, and I don't want to refute his face to find a pair of shoes for myself.Second, is he an ordinary person?Is he human?He is not!As a supernatural dragon, wouldn't it be a matter of minutes if he wanted to kill me if he saw me unhappy?

But let's just admit it... I'm really not reconciled.

He was the one who disappeared inexplicably, and he was the one who reappeared suddenly, and he was the one who put himself in the position of lover without permission, why?

Can he go to heaven because of his good looks?

Time was running out, and I couldn't allow me to come up with a perfect idea, so I could only push him away in a hurry, then punched him on the shoulder lightly, and said with a corner of my mouth, "You still like to joke so much hahaha ...Finally I can fight side by side with you in the future, brother."

"……brother?"

He narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips, looking visibly unhappy.

My heart tightened, and when I was thinking about what to say to relieve his emotions, the other party suddenly grabbed my tie and pulled me over like a little chicken.

...then kissed her involuntarily.

What does it mean to lose your wife and lose your army?

What is stealing chicken without losing rice?

What does it mean to lift a rock and shoot yourself in the foot.

What do you call your uncle dragon or your uncle dragon.

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After the welcome dinner in the evening, I got into the car of Mr. Long who came to pick me up under the gazes of "I understand, I understand".

I waited for him to ask me for my address and take me home, but he took me directly to his apartment without saying a word.

As the elevator went higher and higher, the alarm bells in my head rang louder and louder.So when the elevator door slowly opened and Mr. Long motioned me to go out with him, I huddled in the corner and did not move.

He looked at me, first raised his eyebrows, and then smiled meaningfully.

I suddenly had a bad premonition.

And my bad hunches are generally accurate.

I was forcibly dragged into the room by this dragon and pressed on the bed. I was stripped of my shirt, pants, shoes and socks, leaving only a pair of boxer briefs with a printed dolphin on it, and a lottery worth 98 on my wrist. The digital watch of Yuan Renminbi.

After more than ten minutes of frantic struggle in vain, I calmed down resignedly, and stopped moving, like a fat fish that has been out of water for too long and finally has no strength to jump.

I gasped and said, "...Mr. Long, we humans have a saying, it's called... A twisted melon is not sweet."

"It means... if the melon doesn't want to, you'd better not pick it off the vine, otherwise it must be bitter, more bitter than bitter melon..."

"Really?" Mr. Long didn't take it seriously, even lowered his head, and licked my neck artery lightly, "But I like to eat bitter melon, have you forgotten my dear?"

fart!When I made bitter gourd scrambled eggs for you before, you obviously didn't eat a single bite!Lie a fool you!

I dared not speak out, and felt that today was probably doomed, so I simply gave up resisting, closed my eyes, and yelled:

"Come on! Even if you get my man, you won't get my heart!"

I admit, this sentence sounds really funny.

But isn't it a little too much to laugh so hard that I can't even hold my arm, Mr. Long?

Is your dragon's smile so low?

While he let go of his hand with a smile, I quickly seized the opportunity and quickly pulled out the pillow under my head to cover my chest.

It gave me a little bit of a sense of security.

"...you stop laughing," I cleared my throat, and with this little sense of security, I gathered my courage and said, "I... I think we can talk."

Maybe it was my serious expression that infected him, he suppressed his smile and replied solemnly, "Okay, what are we talking about?"

I clenched the corner of the pillow and asked him tentatively, "If... I promise to have a good relationship with you, can you not...don't sleep with me?"

He blinked innocently, and asked back, "Isn't sleeping with you a part of being in love with you?"

"Uh..." I was a little dazed by his question, and I continued after rationalizing my thoughts, "Even if it is, this matter should be your wish, it is a kind of involuntary, natural, favorable time and place... Rather than coercing each other by force."

"Then why don't you want me to sleep with you?" He wondered, "Because I'm a male?"

I shook my head and said seriously, "It's because I don't like you that much yet. When I like you enough, I will... let you sleep."

"...Thinking of your two giant [beep beeps] scares me to death..."

He was taken aback when he heard this, and then burst out laughing.

I was confused, and I didn't know how I caught his smile. When I was about to ask, he suddenly grabbed my hand and went straight down to feel inside his pants.

"Don't be afraid," he said in a low voice, "feel for yourself, how many are there?"

……Why? ?

Why is there only one left?

What about the other one?Where did it go? ?

In the end, Mr. Long didn't tell me what happened to his big [beep] that disappeared.

All in all, though, we're officially in a relationship.

Knowing the "intimacy" between me and Mr. Long, my colleagues in the office are very friendly and even warm to me.But vaguely, it seemed that I was deliberately excluded from various small groups, which meant "keep a respectful distance".

The only one who didn't mind my "identity" and still came to me in various ways was a little girl who joined the job two days earlier than me. Her surname was Xu and her nickname was Yaya.Xu Yaya likes to chat with me very much in her spare time, and she is especially interested in my "office romance". Whenever I mention this matter, I copy and write in a small notebook, and I don't know what I remember.Sometimes I was blocked by Mr. Long in the tea room or dragged to the terrace to "recharge". When I returned to the office after the end, I could always see her smiling sweetly at me.

At first I thought she had a crush on me, until two months later, on Chinese Valentine's Day, I received a whole fanart of me and Mr. Long from her.

The style of painting is extremely beautiful, and the content is extremely violent.

The author says:

When this article was reported to the editor, I said it was finished once it was published. At that time, I estimated that it would be finished with [-] words, right?At most five thousand...

Facts have proved that my estimate is not credible ⊙ω⊙

But finally finished it, happy! (≧v≦)