Misha

01

Diao Chuanxia was awakened by the glare of the sun.

He opened his long eyelashes, tilted his head, and raised his hand to block the light that slipped in through the cracks in the unclosed curtains.

Sitting up in a daze, he fell asleep immediately after taking a shower last night, his hair was messy and out of style, so he grabbed a couple of it with his hands, got out of bed, slipped on his slippers, and walked into the toilet with a yawn.

When I brush my teeth, I still close my eyes, and I can squint for an extra second.His mouth was full of mint-flavored toothpaste foam, which was his favorite taste, so he brushed it for a while longer.

In fact, I want to squint for a few more seconds.

After rinsing my mouth, I used water to press down the raised hairs, and stood in front of the mirror to look at my appearance from side to side.Youth has been left behind by age, even so, Diao Chuanxia still feels that his face can remain undefeated for a few more years.

I just don't know if the person who watched it for eight years has lost the freshness of him.

Will not.

Diao Chuanxia muttered quietly in her heart.

Although his head became hot after graduation, regardless of leaving home and following that person to this city, it was already the fifth year in a blink of an eye, but his meticulous care and care for him gave Diao Chuanxia an absolute sense of security.

It's just that the more you taste this feeling, the easier it is to be dissatisfied and worry about gains and losses.

Diao Chuanxia looked at the clothes in the closet, thought for a while, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose the wine red shirt.

When I bought it, the size was too small, and it fit too tightly on my body, so I could see my thin body line at a glance.I don't know why, but he wanted to wear this one because of his mood today. As a last resort, he wore a dark gray suit jacket on the outside. His lower body was straight-leg trousers of the same color. on the leather shoes.

Then she picked out an exquisite silver brooch, and sprayed a little of the perfume that the man gave her, which was not offensive, but a light and refreshing fragrance. With this outfit, she looked capable and neat.

The phone rang, and Diao Chuanxia picked it up to take a look, then swiped open the screen, and the voice that could be heard every week came from the receiver: "Sir, your flowers have been delivered."

"Let's put it in my office." Diao Chuanxia glanced at the time, and the delivery was a little earlier than usual today.

"If you need it, I can take it directly to the president's office." The delivery man replied enthusiastically.

"Thank you, just put it in my office." Diao Chuanxia finally straightened her hair in front of the mirror, and straightened her collar, "I'll be right there."

The sun was burning overhead, and the lush camphor trees on both sides of the street rolled up waves of heat. Diao Chuanxia raised the back of his hand and wiped the side of his face, squeezed into the crowd of people on the bus, swaying left and right with the inertia of the vehicle.

He is a little depressed.The air-conditioning system of this bus broke down before he got on the bus. Although it was less than 10-[-] minutes away from the work unit, he gritted his teeth and survived, but at this moment the stuffy heat in the bus was like being in a water-filled room. In the sauna room, Diao Chuanxia, ​​who was steaming, was short of breath, dizzy, and almost hypoxic.

When he got out of the car, his shirt was soaked with sweat, which made Diao Chuanxia very annoyed. Why did he insist on wearing an extra suit jacket on his body in this summer just to look good, and his good mood disappeared in an instant.

Until he got into the office building, the cold air blowing against his face gave him a short breath. Diao Chuanxia gathered his mind, straightened his clothes, and walked slowly towards the elevator door on the first floor.

Hanlian Publishing House is located on the sixth, seventh and eighth floors of this office building. It is one of the largest publishing houses in Haijin City and even in the country, with a resounding name and high popularity.Diao Chuanxia never dreamed of being able to work in this publishing house, but the reality is that not only did he come in, but he was also the personal secretary of the "boss" that his colleagues said.

"Morning, Secretary Xia." The female employees in the distribution department greeted Diao Chuanxia warmly.

"Morning." Diao Chuanxia turned around and replied with a smile to the female colleagues in the elevator behind him.

He stared at the continuously jumping floor numbers on the monitor, and pursed his lips, feeling a little anxious.He didn't know if that person had arrived, and he wanted to arrange every detail properly according to the other person's favorite taste before that person entered the office.

This is his duty and his little thought.

Four years as one day.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator door, he was stopped by a familiar and annoying voice.Diao Chuanxia closed his eyes, cursed fiercely in his heart, turned his face and changed his face, and said with a strong smile: "Editor Zhang, what's the matter?"

"This year's editorial training notice has already been faxed to us. You can go to the fax room and get [-] copies and send them to my office." Editor-in-Chief Zhang showed an old face. Like millions.

Diao Chuanxia sighed slightly. Although he felt resentful, he could only nod and take over the work that should not have been done by him.

This editor-in-chief Zhang has always been at odds with Diao Chuanxia. The reason is actually not complicated. When the president of Hanlian Publishing House changed, he deliberately wanted to stuff his niece into the vacant secretary position. The chief brought a secretary with him, which spoiled his good deed, and his education was only a bachelor's degree. In previous years, the post of secretary was required to be a graduate student, so editor-in-chief Zhang always cared about Diao Chuanxia.

Diao Chuanxia dared not and could not offend Editor-in-Chief Zhang.Firstly, he didn't want to cause any trouble to that person, he tried his best to be worthy of his trust, and tried his best to become the right-hand man of his own president. Graduate students and so on, have not dedicated their efforts to implement it for a long time.

All of his thoughts were tied to that person.

The copier was working mechanically, and Diao Chuanxia was staring at the wall in a daze. The handsome figure of that man always appeared in his mind, lingering and occupying all his thoughts. Over time, he developed a habit of staring at him when he was around. , When he was away, he stared at a void and meditated, unable to stop, after all, in this huge and strange Haijin City, he could only rely on that one person.

"Ah." Diao Chuanxia exclaimed and blinked, "Flower."

Hurrying back to the secretary's office with the documents in hand, there was a bouquet of lilies with dewdrops on the tea table, with two palm-sized sunflowers dotted in the middle.

Diao Chuanxia hurriedly stepped forward to hold the bouquet, smelled the smell, raised her eyebrows slightly, smiled, and cut the long stem in half with scissors in satisfaction, walked to the president's office next door, and opened it with the spare key closed the door.

The door is not locked.

That person has come.

When he pressed the handle, Diao Chuanxia suddenly became nervous. This was the first time that he hadn't put in a new bouquet of flowers, wiped off the dust on the table, arranged the precious decorations on the bookshelf before the president went to work, and didn't fill the thermos properly. Freshly boiled hot water.

Diao Chuanxia can still distinguish between personal and work relationships, so he doesn't allow himself to make any mistakes at work.

Entering the house, Diao Chuanxia glanced at the person sitting on the seat, held back the desire, first replaced the withered flowers and plants in the glazed vase, then picked up the rag on the radiator and thought about throwing it wet to wipe the dust on the bookshelf.

"Baby." The man called out to him.

Diao Chuanxia bit her lip, frowned and followed the sound: "It's work, don't call me that."

"What are you afraid of?" The man rested his index finger on his temple, turned the pen in his right hand, and showed a smile that Diao Chuanxia couldn't resist: "Isn't it just you and me here?"

Putting down the rag, Diao Chuanxia glanced anxiously at the closed office door, walked towards him eagerly but pretending to be calm step by step, straightened his shoulders, and gently placed a wet kiss on his forehead.

"Yu Shi." He murmured his greedy name.

Qi Yushi stood up, dragged Diao Chuanxia to lean against the table, and stared at him fiercely, as if he wanted to see the person inside and out.

Diao Chuanxia has never been able to resist Qi Yushi's eyes.His brows are sharp, which should bring out a sense of alienation that is not easy to approach, but those deep brown pupils always look at him silently with affection, exuding endless tenderness.

If you turn your head away from him, you won't let the other party see your embarrassing expression, but your ears betrayed your thoughts, and a little bit of attractive cherry red appeared, so this red became Qi Yushi's guide / fire / that he wanted to deliberately play bad search.

"Isn't this shirt too small?" Qi Yushi's deep voice carried a charming force into Diao Chuanxia's ears, "Why are you still wearing it?"

Is it because you once said that I look good in this dress, Diao Chuanxia said in his heart, but what he said was: "Since you bought it, you can't waste it."

"Really?" Qi Yushi smiled, stuck the pen into the suit, and drew up and down on the side of his shirt. Immediately, he felt that Diao Chuanxia's back became stiff, and his body trembled, so he continued with interest. , "You are tempting me to commit a crime."

"Yu Shi!" Diao Chuanxia hurriedly pushed the person an arm's length away from her body, lowered her head and roared angrily, "Don't bully me."

"Okay, okay." The malicious gesture was replaced by a gentle hug, and Qi Yushi raised his hand to rub his fragrant soft hair: "Who told you to wear clothes that I like, and perfume that I like, even the brooch is ours. It's a couple. I haven't seen you for two days on weekends, I'm so thirsty, and I don't want to behave myself, so I want to stimulate me during working hours."

Just to stimulate you, Diao Chuanxia said, "Will you come back to stay that night?"

Qi Yushi pinched his chin and begged for a kiss: "I have to go back to my parents, tomorrow."

"Yeah." Diao Chuanxia tried not to let herself appear disappointed.

Although the relationship has started from the sophomore year to the seventh year now, Diao Chuanxia still remembers the feeling of his heart beating faster when he first met Qi Yu.He didn't believe in love at first sight at first, but after meeting and experiencing it, he realized how biting and terrifying it is.

I want to be caught in the eyes of the other party every minute and every second.

The author has something to say: Thanks for reading.

A short story, I practice my pen, I hope everyone forgives me if I don't write well.