Flying the boss is not easy

When Wan Hansong went back after dinner, Song Haicha asked him, "What's so happy about it?"

Wan Hansong leaned in front of him and whispered, "It's a great thing, but we can't talk about it now."

Seeing his back gradually going away, Song Haicha's eyes were bent, and he shook his head and went back to his room.

As soon as the door was closed, Wan Hansong immediately jumped to put on his shoes, kicked off his shoes, and rolled several times on the bed with the pillow in his arms.

After calming down, he took out his mobile phone and searched: daily love with boyfriend.He has been following this post for a long time, and there are many replies on it.

The answers in this post are all the same, one and zero, they share their sweetness here, every time Wan Hansong reads it, it makes me sour.

He also replied today. Although he has not formally entered into that relationship with the boss yet, he reckons that it is almost the same. They are now in that, that... ambiguous period!

Wan Hansong typed quickly: Today when I was eating, the rice fell on the table, and my prospective partner wiped it for me very thoughtfully~

After sending it, he put the mobile phone on his chest, recalling the little actions that belonged to him and Song Haicha, feeling indescribably satisfied in his heart.

Before going to bed, Wan Hansong was looking at his phone again, the message he sent had already been replied by many people.

"Huh~ Are you the right one? Then I wish the floor master an early success!"

"You guys are so sweet, sour..."

"I'm a girl and I really like to see you flirting with each other!"

……

With everyone's blessings, Wan Hansong fell asleep satisfied.

When going to work the next morning, Wan Hansong was radiant, and everyone felt Wan Hansong's good mood.

The ambiguity between the two continued, Song Haicha became more and more blatant, and Wan Hansong became more and more cooperative. Sometimes certain actions matched each other, and they smiled tacitly. Afterwards, they slowly thought about it and thought about it.

When it was almost time to get off work, Wan Hansong was tidying up his things when his cell phone rang suddenly.

He put down the things in his hands and took out his mobile phone. It was a message from the boss.

Instead of going to the back kitchen tonight, come to my place for dinner.

Wan Hansong's heart beat wildly, he put down his cell phone, put his hands on the table and gasped.

Since the two of them had that intention, they haven't been alone. Maybe there is a new development this time.He packed up his things twice, looking forward to the arrival of the evening.

Song Haicha made a few simple dishes, and put them on the table for a long time. They didn't put them right this way or that way, and struggled for a long time. Before he could finish them, there was a knock on the door.

Wan Hansong stood at the door awkwardly. Although he had rehearsed it many times in his mind, he still couldn't relieve his tension.

Song Haicha opened the door, and also let Wan Hansong in unnaturally.

This year, the cold spring has been very cold for a long time, and they are still wearing thick clothes.The heating in the room was fully turned on, and Wan Hansong took off his coat as soon as he entered the door. In this temperature, it is very suitable to wear only a sweater.

This time, Song Haicha did not sit opposite Wan Hansong like the previous few times, but sat next to Wan Hansong.

Wan Hansong wished he could shrink himself into a small ball, every time he picked up food, his right hand kept shaking like he had Parkinson's disease, and whenever he touched Song Haicha, he became a repeater, saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" non-stop.

Seeing Wan Hansong's uneasy expression, Song Haicha's mood relaxed a lot. He patted the tense shoulder with his left hand: "Don't be nervous, just have a meal."

As he said that, he slid his hands all the way down, wrapped his arms around Wan Hansong's waist, and put a ball on him: "Is this a sure relationship, huh?"

The temperature of the palm came through the rough sweater, and Wan Hansong felt that the blood in his whole body was rushing to the brain, and then boiled like a volcanic eruption.

He nodded vigorously, not daring to look at Song Haicha's expression, he swallowed the dumpling in a flustered gulp, without even tasting the taste, he could only feel it scalding his stomach all the way.

After eating, Wan Hansong and Song Haichawo watched TV on the sofa, the volume was turned down very low, and they didn't really read the content inside.

Song Haicha lit a cigarette: "Look at your reaction, haven't you talked about it before?"

Wan Hansong moved Song Haicha's arm around him away, and turned his body sideways: "No, could it be that you want to laugh at me?"

"I haven't talked about it, so I have no right to laugh at you." He looked at Wan Hansong's hesitant expression, and put out the cigarette, "I'm sorry, I forgot that you don't like the smell of cigarettes."

Then, he put his arms around Wan Hansong again: "You can't have both career and love at the same time. You should get your career done while you're young."

Wan Han straightened the folds of the sweater: "You mean you are old?"

"A little bit, it's thirty this year."

"How old is thirty? This is the age of struggle. My former leader is still not married at 35." Wan Hansong disagreed with Song Haicha's point of view.

Song Haicha stared at the TV, and his thoughts drifted to other places: "Here, some people get married in 21, and children as old as me are all in elementary school."

"No way," Wan Hansong couldn't believe it, "A man must be 22 years old to get a marriage certificate. Also, if you want a child, I can't have one."

"In the opinion of the older generation, the banquet is the most important thing, and the marriage certificate is second." He looked at Wan Hansong's stomach, "I don't like children."

Wan Hansong hurriedly covered his stomach, as if something unexpected would happen to it in the next second: "I thought that my thinking is not so backward now, and it will be better in more than ten years."

"Maybe," Song Haicha took an apple from the coffee table and began to peel it, "You are right, now is a good age, living in this environment for a long time, I almost think I am really old."

Song Haicha's mouth curved slightly, as if he was laughing at such a living environment, and also at himself who grew up in this environment.

Wan Hansong felt a little distressed, he held Song Haicha's face and kissed him: "It's okay, I'll make you younger."

"I used to have this kind of opportunity, but I did it myself." After Song Haicha peeled the apple, the peel was not broken.

Wan Hansong said narcissistically: "Where is this? I think you have made money, you have your own career, and you have met me who can change you."

Song Haicha split the apple in half, and gave one piece to Wan Hansong: "Yes, you are my lucky star."

Since that night, Wan Hansong began to indoctrinate Song Haicha with young people's thoughts, reminding him every day not to behave like a veteran cadre.

However, Song Haicha maintained this style for too long, and he couldn't change it for a while. Every time he thought he said something funny, except for Wan Hansong who was cheering, everyone else stared at them in horror.

Song Haicha's WeChat is often bombarded by Wan Hansong. When they are together at night, Wan Hansong also pulls Song Haicha to watch funny Weibo together.

But every time I look at the two people, they kiss each other.

Now they are still in an underground relationship, and according to Sanming's level of openness, it would be self-destructive for them to come out here.

This day, as usual, Wan Hansong dragged Song Haicha to watch the popular variety show, and Song Haicha held him in his arms, and gradually the atmosphere became strange.

Wan Hansong was about to raise his head to see what Song Haicha was paying attention to, but in the next second he grabbed his hair and couldn't move.

Song Haicha lowered his head, touched his lips lightly on Wan Hansong's forehead, and then moved down little by little. In the end, the two kissed so deeply that neither wanted to let the other go.

Wan Hansong couldn't hold on anymore, he pushed Song Haicha slightly with his hand, and then the two separated panting.

Picking up the mobile phone that was thrown aside, Wan Hansong didn't know which page he clicked on, and kept on quitting.

Song Haicha ran along Wan Hansong's hair one after another, thinking of the feeling of holding Wan Hansong just now, he said with some dissatisfaction: "You are too thin, you don't have any meat at all, why don't you eat more?"

Wan Hansong raised his head: "What can I do if I am like this, do you think I don't want to be as strong as you?"

"Strong?" Song Haicha didn't think this was a good description.

"That's right, it's strong." Wan Hansong took advantage of the opportunity and touched Song Haicha's body, "Look at the pectoral muscles, the abdominal muscles, eh——"

Song Haicha saw through Wan Hansong's plan, and pressed him against himself: "Have you touched enough? Do you want to touch here today?"

"No, no, no," Wan Hansong struggled, "Let's take it step by step, don't progress too fast, my little heart can't bear it."

"I just said that I let you touch it all night and didn't ask you to do anything else. You're just thinking wrong." Song Hai looked at him with a half-smile, and poked his head, "Thinking about this all day long, Do I have so much yellow waste in my head?"

Song Haicha's hands were too strong, and Wan Hansong couldn't get up at all, so he just resigned himself to his fate and said, "When did you learn these words?"

"I learned it from you these few days." He said it very naturally.

Wan Hansong snorted: "I see through you, let me come down."

"Don't worry, these are only for you"

Wan Hansong drew circles on Song Haicha's chest in satisfaction: "You still speak decently."

The time they spend together is always so short, Wan Hansong will go back soon, and Song Haicha sends him to the dormitory.

After entering the door, Wan Hansong said to him: "No one has talked about our relationship now. I always feel uncomfortable in my heart. Song Yang will come back tomorrow. Shall we confess?"

Song Haicha leaned against the door frame: "He has a strict mouth and never talks nonsense, but I guess I want to scare him, so let's let it go for a while."

"Okay then," Wan Hansong pulled Song Haicha by the collar and kissed him goodnight, "Sweet dream, my Boss Song."

Looking at the door that closed with a "bang", Song Haicha touched his cheek, as if there was still the smell and temperature of Wanhan pine on it, he stood for a while and then left.

Wan Hansong tidied himself up, lay down on the bed, and opened the post again. He is now a resident in it.

"Watching a variety show with the boss today, I kissed the boss after watching him, and finally touched the boss's chest and abdominal muscles!"

Not long after sending it out, someone replied, and Wan Hansong happily browsed one by one.

"Brother woc, please open a separate post, I can see you every day!"

"I don't want to talk to someone who is in a different place."

"Layer Master, please bring my blessing and get out!"

The author has something to say:

The author has never been in a relationship, and I am afraid that the writing is unreasonable, but I think that there should be many beautiful sisters who have never been in a relationship, so I feel relieved