Assistant Lin Has Something To Say

    When Lin Hui woke up, it was already bright.

    He opened his eyes in a daze, and found himself huddled in a warm embrace: he was resting on He Jianshan's arm, hugging him tightly; He Jianshan's Hands wrapped around his back from the waist, the two of them were naked/naked/body, and they were tightly pressed together.

    In recent years, Lin has been returning to the ground very regularly. No matter how tired he was the day before, the biological clock can always wake him up on time in the morning of the working day, which is more effective than an alarm clock. But at this moment, when he realized what was going on in the scene in front of him, he wished he could fall asleep immediately. Fortunately, He Jianshan hadn't woken up yet, otherwise he really didn't know what to say in the first sentence. He was struggling with how to get out of this position without disturbing He Jianshan when the phone suddenly rang.

    It was He Jianshan's cell phone, Lin Hui was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes again.

    The phone rang for a few seconds, and Lin Hui felt the person beside him move slightly. He Jianshan seemed to want to maintain this movement to hold the phone, but he failed. After a while, he gently pulled out his arms from under Lin Hui's body, and the warm palms also left his back. He Jianshan's action brought a small piece of cool wind, Lin Hui instinctively shrank his shoulders, and He Jianshan tucked the quilt once again—

    "Hey—" may be due to just waking up, He Jianshan's voice sounded a little vague, not as magnetic and low as usual.

    "Lao He, you haven't woken up yet? Shouldn't you be running at this time?"

    The room was very quiet, Xue Pei's voice leaked from the phone, and Lin Hui could hear it clearly.

    Maybe it was because he was afraid of disturbing the people around him, He Jianshan lowered his voice and said softly: "What's the matter?"

    "Oh, got it."

    "I'll send you the address later, and I'll send a WeChat message back to Lin—"

    "No," He Jianshan interrupted him, "There's no need to be so troublesome, I'll tell him."

    "...Okay, whatever you want. It's 7pm anyway, come early, bye."

    He Jianshan hung up the phone and hugged Lin Hui again. Lin Hui tried his best to breathe calmly, pretending that he was still asleep, but after a few seconds, there was a slight laugh from above his head, followed by He Jianshan's slightly teasing voice: "Do you need me to ask for leave for you? ?"

    Lin Hui froze. He pretended to be an ostrich and refused to answer the general manager's question.

    Assistant Lin who hid his ears and robbed the bell was too cute, He Jianshan couldn't help but leaned in and kissed, and then he got up, leaving Lin Hui with a flushed face to continue to nest under the quilt. After He Jianshan left, Lin Hui opened his eyes and pricked his ears to listen to various movements from the next room: He Jianshan brushed his teeth and washed his face, He Jianshan took a shower, and He Jianshan even went to the kitchen and didn't know what to do. What... After that, the client returned to the room again and dressed neatly. He walked over to Lin Hui and sat down, stroking his hair lightly, and said, "I'll go home first, and then go directly to the company."

    No movement.

    "Have a day off today?"

    Still nothing.

    He Jianshan smiled and was about to get up, but Lin Hui suddenly grabbed him, and the two held their hands together. He Jianshan looked over, but found that Lin Hui still had his back to him, his head buried in the quilt. After a while, a voice came from the quilt: "I'm going to work in the afternoon." As if eager to hide something, Lin Hui quickly changed the subject: "What did you do for breakfast?"

    He Jianshan smiled and said, "I searched for a long time and couldn't find the rice, so I heated milk, boiled eggs and corn, remember to eat it when you wake up."

    Lin Hui didn't say a word, but he grabbed He Jianshan and refused to let go: "You won't disappear, will you?"

    He Jianshan took his hand and sat down again, comforting: "Assistant Lin, I'll be waiting for you at the company."

    After a long time, Lin Hui replied softly, "Yes."

    In the afternoon, when Lin Hui arrived at the company, he was 5 minutes late. After the affair was over last night, He Jianshan took him to take a shower and did a simple cleaning, but he was still sore from the waist down, so he stayed in bed all morning. Lost. As soon as he got out of the elevator on the 12th floor, he heard the voices of Annie and Zhao Xiaoxiao talking. Seeing him coming, Annie quickly picked up a stack of documents and followed closely behind, smiling while walking: "Lin Assistant, I was caught for the second time."

    Lin Hui smiled and glanced at Annie. Before he went out, he took a shower, the tips of his hair and the corners of his eyes were a little wet, and the whole person looked a little less upright and a little bit different.

    Annie immediately exaggerated "wow": "Lin Zhu is a little different today!"

    Lin Hui opened the door with a pause: "What's the difference?"

    Annie thought for a moment: "Spring is full!"

    "Manager An, it's winter now." Lin Hui imitated Annie's tone and walked into the office with a smile.

    "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, I'm going to gossip later, the second grass of our Wanzhu may have an owner."

    This statement made Lin Hui amused: "Who is the first?"

    "He, Mr. He!"

    "...Oh..." Lin Hui was dumbfounded, "So, he's in the office?"

    "Yeah, I just had dinner with someone from the bank, so I should have arrived 10 minutes earlier than you."

    Lin Hui was speechless: Didn't he hear everything Annie said at the door?

    Originally, Lin Hui planned to ask He Jianshan to discuss a few recent projects as soon as he went to work, but He Jianshan had a temporary appointment in the morning and changed the routine meeting to the afternoon. Decide to talk later. At 2:30, Zhao Xiaoxiao informed Lin to go back to the conference room. As soon as Lin Hui entered, he found that he was missing: in twos and threes, some were chatting, some were looking at their mobile phones, and some were preparing for the meeting. And the man who was in the bed with him a few hours ago is now sitting upright in the main seat, the corners of his mouth curved into a beautiful arc, watching himself walk to his side step by step, and then sit down.

    The meeting officially begins—

    I have to say that "meeting" is definitely one of the most boring inventions in human history. Lin Hui has been in Wanzhu for so many years, except for the meetings he and He Jianshan participated in, and other various monthly meetings, quarterly meetings, and project meetings. No distraction at all. In particular, the culprit who distracted him was often sitting at the conference table. Lin recalled that if the meeting was a work-related injury, then the meeting with He Jianshan was barely considered a compensation.

    Today was no exception. When it was on, Lin Hui couldn't help but go to see He Jianshan. It's just that every time I look at him, I find that the other party is also looking at me. After the eyes of the two met countless times, Lin Hui simply put up his arms and supported his head: he would never look at it again. Damn it, I don't know if He Jianshan has become sharper or if he moves too much, he can really catch him every time.

    On the other side, after He Jianshan caught Lin Hui who peeked at him several times, he couldn't help but wonder if he was looking at him so often in previous meetings? But whether it was or not, Lin Hui's unconcealed gaze made He Jianshan's heart soften. He hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't help but pick up the phone and sent a WeChat message back to Lin—

    He Jianshan: [What are you looking at? 】

    When Lin Hui saw WeChat, He Jianshan was chatting with Vice President Sun Qing about the progress of the next stage of work, and his expression was so serious that he couldn't tell that he was still fishing 10 seconds ago. Lin Hui felt guilty about being exposed, and at the same time, he suspected that he was interfering with his work status.

    After the meeting, Lin Hui followed He Jianshan into the office.

    Although Lin Hui came in with the idea of ​​discussing work, at the moment when the office door was closed, he could not restrain his face. With 12 points of professionalism, he spoke first in a business-like tone: "I read the research report on Pan New Year's project, and I think it depends on the wishes of the local government, but Fengcheng is very small, so There is no particularly obvious industrial advantage, it is a bit tricky at present, and it is not easy to handle, Mr. He, what do you think?"

    He Jianshan leaned against the edge of the desk, resting his hands on the desk at will. He looked at Lin Hui for a while, and suddenly said, "I want to kiss you."

    Lin Hui's face suddenly turned red.

    It took him a long time to calm down, and he stammered, "...you, you can't..."

    He Jianshan argued: "You asked me what I thought."

    Lin Hui tried to stifle this evil spirit: "Mr. He, it's working time, this is the workplace, you can't do this, it's inappropriate.".

    Lin Hui is very serious, but his expression, his voice, his slightly furrowed eyebrows, his closed lips, and the lines of flesh and blood that have been immersed in his clothes along his neck... are all present. Attracts He Jianshan.

    He couldn't take his eyes off him at all.

    "Call me He Jianshan. It's just the two of us now, call me by my name."

    Lin Hui paused for a moment, then whispered, "He Jianshan, this is wrong."

    He Jianshan stood up straight, he locked Lin Hui firmly, and walked slowly in front of him. The eager gaze made Lin Hui look like a frightened animal, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back until he reached the back of the door.

    There is no refund.

    Lin Hui couldn't help thinking: No, I'm right, I can't be so guilty. He raised his head, pursed his lips slightly, and met He Jianshan's eyes stubbornly.

    He Jianshan laughed, a sigh that seemed helpless and murmured in his throat: "Assistant Lin..."

    His eyes moved from Lin Hui's eyes to the corners of his lips, and finally back to his eyes: when Lin Hui was serious, his eyes would always be filled with an inexplicable brilliance, teaching people Reluctant to look away. He Jianshan couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed the tip of his eyes, and said softly:

    "You know, the general manager can't help but make mistakes."

      , he will probably choose to skip work and continue to sleep in bed with Lin Hui.

    This is something very unimaginable.

    He Jianshan never thought that one day he would care more about Lin Hui than work. It's not because of an accident or the effect of just a few days, it's infiltration, accumulation and explosion over the years.

    They are strongly attracted and longed for each other—

    Don't say anything, don't want to hear anything, all the words are too pale and a waste of time. He bit Lin Hui's throat, licked the mole on his shoulder, his hand fell on his ear, on his back and waist; Lin Hui hugged him tightly, sobbing to bear his pouring out The love that came out, and then left a deep and shallow imprint on his body.

    Infatuation, craving, possessing, claiming, endless, endless.

    Love is like a spark that ignites all desires in the heart and body. From the moment He Jianshan realized his feelings for Lin Hui, he understood that in his story, "Lin Hui" was destined to be the only ending. Now, he wants to add love notes to every page of this story.

    "Compared to the one you said, I have a new project here, only you can be responsible, and you can only manage it yourself, follow the whole process, and monitor it in real time, okay?" He Jian Shan said seriously.

    Lin Hui's expression immediately became serious: "What is it?"

    He Jianshan looked at Lin Hui's eyebrows and kissed again:

    "—and He Jianshan, fall in love."

    The author has something to say:

    It's not enough to just confess, you have to make up a formal love request.