natural slag

"Why?" Gong Zhao couldn't figure it out, "Is it because the money is not enough or because the holidays are too little? If you are not satisfied, you can bring it up and I will be satisfied."

Han Chen's eyes were dull: "It's not this."

Only then did Gong Zhao notice that Han Chen was not wearing work clothes today, but only a turtleneck sweater, making his figure look thinner and thinner.

The secretary who had been standing behind him now had the courage to face him squarely: "I want to get married."

The four words are loud and cannot be repented.

"Marry, with whom?" Han Chen has been with him for so many years, and Gong Zhao has never seen anyone other than him around Han Chen, let alone people, Han Chen's family has never even raised a dog.

The mobile phone is turned on 24 hours a day, Gong Zhao makes a call, and Han Chen is always on call.

Gong Zhao thought that even if all his lovers betrayed him, he still had Han Chen.

Han Chen would never leave him.

Why did Han Chen change?

Han Chen quietly answered his question: "Going back to my hometown to get married, my mother has already arranged 73 blind dates for me, and there will always be a suitable one."

Gong Zhao: "What if none of them are suitable?"

Han Chen: "You can look for it again."

Gong Zhao's words were blocked by Han Chen, and he took a look at him: "I'm really sure, don't you regret it?"

"Yeah." Han Chen still lowered his eyes and didn't look at him.

If a person's heart is gone, Gong Zhao can't keep him even if he wants to.

Gong Zhao sighed, and waved his hand feebly: "Forget it, you can leave if you want, I will ask the finance department to settle your salary for half a year, which is regarded as early payment, so don't call me when you get married , worrying."

"Thank you, Mr. Gong." Han Chen almost forced out these words.

Seeing Han Chen's figure getting further and further away, Gong Zhao whispered, "Han Chen."

Han Chen slowed down.

Gong Zhao showed weakness in front of Han Chen for the first time: "I'm so tired, Han Chen, why do you want to leave me?"

Han Chen's back trembled a little.

Gong Zhao walked up to him at some point, put his shoulders on his shoulders, and said calmly, "Come and drink with me again, it's the last time."

After Han Chen left, Gong Zhao didn't know who else he could trust.

Han Chen said, "Okay."

Gong Zhao smiled, and Han Chen obviously rejected his contact, but he couldn't bear to refuse.

The two went to a villa near Gong Zhao's company.

Gong Zhao kept drinking the wine.

In the past, Gong Zhao would complain to Han Chen when drinking, but today he didn't say anything.

Gong Zhao's silence made Han Chen even more uncomfortable in such an environment. He wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it.

"Do you drink?" Gong Zhao asked him.

The wine glass was still stained with water from Gong Zhao's drinking. Han Chen looked at him for three seconds, then took a sip.

Last time, this is the last time.Han Chen told himself so.

Gong Zhao poured himself another glass of wine: "That's right."

The wine is strong and cowardly.

After drinking, Han Chen was no longer so bored. It may be because of his resignation that he asked Gong Zhao for the first time, "What's wrong with you?"

"Han Chen, does everyone hate me?" Gong Zhao said drunkenly, "Qiao Yuxi does, and so does Gong Yi. Even you want to leave me now."

"Am I such a failure in life?"

"No, no." Han Chen subconsciously denied.

"I don't hate you, why would I hate you, I just hate myself." Han Chen's face was full of confusion and pain.

It's like a silkworm tightly tied itself in the cocoon in order to seek comfort, and when it wants to leave at the last moment, it finds that it can't get out safely, and it's just to prevent itself from sinking after all the bloodshed.

The price paid was thousands of times the original price.

Gong Zhao didn't understand.

Han Chen patiently explained to him: "If I don't go back, I won't be able to leave in the future."

"Then stay by my side all the time, won't you?" Gong Zhao asked.

Han Chen, who had been suppressed for a whole day, couldn't hold back anymore and covered Gong Zhao's eyes with his hands: "Do you know how many people can be misunderstood by the way you look at a person?"

Few people around Gong Zhao dared to look him in the eyes.

Just because Gong Zhao looks at people very affectionately, enough to make people have the illusion that they are deeply loved by the other party.

Han Chen murmured, "If it wasn't for this, I wouldn't..."

Gong Zhao took off Han Chen's hand, moved it to his lips and kissed his fingertips: "Don't cover me, I don't like black."

Han Chen's psychological defense collapsed in an instant.