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Do you have any sweet little stories? – What?

Sleep till midnight, I feel someone next to me.

In the moonlight, the man in the cold was in my bed again.

I’m going crazy.

Since my mother helped me with my marriage at an unknown temple, every night that man appears.

But every time I’m like a ghost, I can’t move, I can’t just watch a man take my blanket, grab my big bed and kick me under the bed.

At first, I thought it was my mom’s way of getting me out of this.

I didn’t realize until my friend Susu’s house slept until midnight, and the man next to him became that man.

This is a fucking dream!

One.

The next day, I was so sad, I was crying.

“If you can’t resist, enjoy it.” I’m sorry.

At night, the men appeared again.

And when I was born unloved, and I waited stiffly for to be kicked out of my bed, suddenly the man waved his arms and brought me into my arms.

My face was right on his chest muscles.

It’s so big.

I tried to struggle and suddenly found out I could move.

When it’s hard to move, the man pushes so hard, he locks me in his arms again, and the sound of his mouth is lazy:

“Good boy, don’t move. I’m sorry.

Then I woke up.

I accepted Susu’s advice.

Every night, I go to sleep with a glamorous mind.

And I found out that if I had physical contact with him, I could move.

It’s a setup. I’m afraid it’s not gonna make me an old-fashioned man.

But we’re not the kind of people who do nothing but touch their pecs, their abdominals, and study the style of men’s underwear.

But one thing I care more about.

I can’t see a man’s face in a dream, and he’s got a fog on his face, and at best he can see his absconding jaw.

I didn’t give up, just a little touch up along his collarbone, and then, accidentally, there were two little moles on his neck.

Two.

“Wasn’t you been in love lately? I’m sorry.

At the company, Xiao Yeon from next door asked me secretly.

We were too busy to deny, “No, no.” I’m sorry.

She had a smile in her heart: “It must be peaches that look better every day.” I’m sorry.

I look down and hide my red cheeks with my work.

Last night, the man asked me if I wanted to see him in reality.

I was just about to answer, and my mother’s Htoong Lion yelled at me.

On my way to the company, I was thinking about what would happen tonight.

In a few moments, Yeon came back: “Lady, Baek quit.” I’m sorry.

I was like, “What happened? I’m sorry.

“It’s like family reasons. I’m sorry.

White is our department director and has always been the head of the department.

“Who will take it?”

“I hear it’s the company’s high price. “A unmarried man.” I’m sorry.

Even if you’re not married, you’re old, aren’t you?

I’m just walking out of my head and I’m looking at a greasy-ass man.

Speaking of which, suddenly there was a riot in the office, and I looked up and I saw a few seniors walking in with a tall man.

He was standing next to me, and I didn’t see his face very well, but when he opened his mouth, I suddenly felt a little familiar.

Until he left, Yeon pulled my arms and cried, “Director Gu was so handsome,” and I was staring at the computer screen, and my head was blank.

If I’m not mistaken, this new director, Guozhou, he’s got his shirt on top of his neck, in the same position around his neck…

Two moles!

All day long, I’ve been watching Guo Guo’s office through glass.

The sound, the body, the mole.

Coincidence, it must be all coincidence!

“As far away, you’re fascinated by the General? “Smoke with a bad smile.

I was busy denying the triads and pretending to keep working.

But it’s like a line, it’s a mess, and it’s causing me to lose my efficiency and have to work a little more after work.

It’s more than 9:00 after all, and I’ve reached a laziness and found the light on the General’s office, and Guo is still working overtime.

Until I left, he had no sign of going off.

That’s how it works on the first day of work. No wonder you’re young enough to take the position of Director General.

At night, I fell asleep a long time before the man showed up.

He turned over and touched my head: “Sorry, it’s late tonight. I’m sorry.

You don’t have to apologize to me. I didn’t wait for you.

But when it comes to overtime, I have to get back to Inspector Gu.

After all due consideration, I ask, “Is your last name – now the Director General?” I’m sorry.

After two minutes of silence, the man smiled, and his chest resonated with a sexy, low resonance:

“How do you know? I’m sorry.

I, Timo, at 26, slept in a dream with a strange man every night.

And this man, now my top boss.

I’m numb.

At the company, I tried to avoid contact with Gu Guo, and after all I could recognize him, he might also recognize me.

But in one department, there will inevitably be contacts, such as when he calls us to the conference room to present his job to all his colleagues.

When it comes to me, I press my voice all the way, and I compress my words.

Guo Guo noded, it seemed nothing different.

Back to your seat, Xiao Yeon whispered, “What happened to you? I’m sorry.

I’m just looking for a reason: “It’s a little uncomfortable. I’m sorry.

“A cold?”

“No, no. I’m sorry.

As I said, I suddenly felt a sense of sight, a sense of subconscious, and it happened to look at Guozhou.

He’s out of sight.

It’s like I just accidentally looked at it.

But I was still hairy, so I made up my mind, and I didn’t have to, and I didn’t want to.

When I left work, I ran to the elevator, and I was rushing in to a closing elevator, and I was hoping to be lucky, looking up, looking at the corner of the elevator, standing on a familiar long body repair, looking at me.

Mr. Gu, you’re off duty too. I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

He did not seem to want to continue talking to me.

I turned my back to him.

The elevator stopped several floors and crowded out a lot of off-duty people.

And then I was squeezed around, and I was squeezed around.

As a Mary Sou insulation, I didn’t have a dog’s blood trick called “I accidentally crashed into my superior’s arms” but rather a gibberish with one foot on Guo Guan’s shoes.

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t mean to.

I didn’t stand up.

Two degrees.

My soles are probably in love with Guozhou’s leather shoes.

And as she turned her other dragon, she held me by the shoulder, and held me in the narrow crack before him.

I hear laughter on top of my head, with a low-magnetic resonance in his chest, like he laughs in my ear every night:

“Don’t step on it. My shoes are expensive. I’m sorry.

Out of the elevator, I even apologized to Guchu and even dared to ask for compensation.

He said it’s okay, no.

Before he left, he suddenly stopped me.

I thought he was gonna recognize me.

As a result, it’s still a matter of work: Zheng Yao, you’ve done a little bit of a brief job report, so we’ll have to go back to the details after work tomorrow. I’m sorry.

I don’t know why, but I always felt like he kept away and strangely away from me except for the moment he just laughed.

But it’s good.

After all, we had nothing to do with it.

My lips, say yes.

At night, Guo Gu was in my bed again.

He raised his hand to touch my head and I pushed him away.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“If you show up every night, can we have a book? I’m sorry.

He was confused: “What? I’m sorry.

“First, you have to sleep in your pajamas; second, you can’t go inside me; third, you can’t touch me. I’m sorry.

“Did you think it would be more persuasive to take off your hands and say that?” I’m sorry.

And I started to swing, “You know, I can’t move without touching you. I’m sorry.

He laughed, “Well, I promise you. I’m sorry.

The dream of him, apart from kicking me out of bed at first, was always a gentle, patient and thoughtful image.

Suddenly I wonder whether every night’s dream is one of him and me, or of Guoji here, is just an image I have unilaterally imagined that does not exist.

“What are you thinking?” He asked me.

I made up my mind: “Recently, I’m fat again, and my mom says I’m not getting married.” I’m sorry.

“No, you’re not heavy. I’m sorry.

I said, “You do not know how many pounds I am.” I’m sorry.

He had a few seconds, and he laughed down, and he was lazy and gentle:

“It’s not heavy, after all, stepped on me twice, and I didn’t feel any pain. I’m sorry.

Six.

I woke up from the dream.

My mom knocked, “I’m late! I’m sorry.

It’s almost 9:00.

I’ve been asleep ever since Guzhou appeared in my dreams, and I can’t hear the alarm clock.

I couldn’t have breakfast before I grabbed the milk bread and went out.

On the way to work, Guo Guozhou said, “I stepped on me twice, and I didn’t feel any pain” and often appeared in my ear.

My heart beats fast, and I keep thinking, is Guo Guo Guoyang like me already recognized me in reality?

When I got to the company, Gu Guo was not here, and I thought about my job report, and I opened the computer and started writing.

On the other hand, if you’re going to see her finger flipping on the keyboard, she’s going to say, “So hard.” I’m sorry.

I ate bread: “Director Gu asked me to rewrite a detailed report on my job. I’m sorry.

At this point, a long, long figure passed by us.

I stopped all stiff.

What’s wrong?

Close the door to the Inspector General’s office.

I’ve been busy looking back and I’ve been typing, “It’s okay. I’m sorry.

In the glass office, Guo Guo took off his coat and sat at the desk and opened the computer to start work.

It’s like nothing happened last night.

I’m slowly tightening my fingers.

He didn’t come to me and he didn’t say a word to me.

It’s like a million odd days.

So, is it true that the words in the dream were said by Guo Guo, or did I imagine the lines based on what happened in reality?

At 2 p.m., I knocked the door of the Director General’s office in a complex manner with the written report.

Gu was sitting behind the desk, and I was naturally made to sit.

I looked at him and tried to find a little bit of him different from me.

He looked down at my report and asked questions from time to time.

It’s all the simplest things, but in the face of people who appear in bed every night, my tongue is like a knot, my brain is out of control, my tongue is like a geriatric dementia.

Guo Guo’s report closed, and looked up, with his eyebrow wrinkled and his voice chilled: “If things are bad today, we can come back tomorrow.” I’m sorry.

That moment, my heart fell a little.

I’m sure that the gentle and kind Guo Guoji in the dream is just a role I imagined.

As for similar sound bodies and two moles, it should be a coincidence. And then when I met Guan, my subconscious and imagination continued to perfect the role in the dream, and set him completely as Gu Guan.

I looked down and whispered “sorry” and left in a hurry.

Throughout the afternoon, I was in the strict and cold of Guangzhou.

Xiaoyeon asked: “Mr. Gu has asked you to rearrange again?” I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

“That’s sick. I’m sorry.

That’s what I used to say when I was talking to Yeon, and the more perverted I was, the easier it was to succeed.

I wonder: “It is a perverted director.” I’m sorry.

At this very moment, Guo Guo opened the door of the office and looked at us in depth and walked straight through us.

Me and Yeon:

Fuck!

After work, Gu was sitting in the office.

Yeon advised me to leave later, but I didn’t want to stay for a moment and get packed and leave.

Before I left, I looked back and found out that Yeon had been called to the Director General’s office.

On my way home, I thought I’d rest my mind.

When I sent the message, I thought, “If that’s the case, he’s a very cautious man.”

Hi, Yeon: No, I asked about work.

That night, I slept in depression.

I’m not saying a word when I see myself in bed again.

“I’m wearing my pajamas.” I’m sorry.

I continue to say nothing.

He also pointed out the distance between us: “I did not enter your refuge.” I’m sorry.

I’m still silent.

Quiet for a moment, and suddenly I felt warm and soft on my head.

“But I would love to touch you.” I’m sorry.

I’m breathin’.

I don’t know if it’s my fault, but I always thought he was lonely when he said that.

It’s been a long time since I’ve talked to anyone.

So that’s the character I set for Gudrun in my dream.

But he’s young to be the director, and the pressures and challenges he faces should be hard to imagine.

That makes sense.

I finally got soft.

Turn around and ask, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

I still can’t see his face, but I always think he’s staring at me.

“Nothing. * He shakes his head for a long time * I’m sorry.

I didn’t hesitate to go in his arms.

He held me tight.

It was my dream anyway.

We’ve hugged them a million times in a dream anyway.

Maybe he was too gentle in his dreams and I couldn’t help but complain about him in his reality: “You are so cold to me in the daytime…”

He touched my long hair: “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to be troubled by my dreams, by your reality. I’m sorry.

Wait a minute. I don’t understand that.

He smiled: “I don’t know why the girl in my dream is you, but I imagine that the woman’s superior will be rejected, and you already have a boyfriend…”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” I’m sorry.

He smiled again, and his chest was buzzing: “You are still single in my dream.” I’m sorry.

“I don’t have a boyfriend! I’m sorry.

“Well, then tonight, you belong only to me. “And I’m not a pervert.” I’m sorry.

When I woke up, I thought to myself, and I didn’t feel right.

According to the dream, he seemed to be like me and thought I was the role he had unilaterally assumed. And in order not to bother me, deliberately alienate me in reality and pretend to be a stranger.

I don’t know where “boyfriend” came from, but I have to figure it out.

Did he dream with me or not?

When I got to the company, I walked into the director’s office again.

In the course of my second debriefing to Gu Guozhou, I watched carefully, without missing any micro-expressions from him, and tried to find evidence that Guo Guo was sleeping with me every night in a dream.

But he’s still doing his job, he’s cold and he’s not like I’m in a dream.

After that, I stood still.

So you did it on purpose?

Did you mean to be so cold to me?

I was just trying to open my mouth and Guo Guo opened my eyes: “What else? I’m sorry.

And I strangled and shook my head.

And when I arrived at the door, I stopped and said to Gu Guo Guo, “This is not what I normally do, but something has happened recently in my private life, so I will work well.” I’m sorry.

Gu Guo is looking at me and I can’t see the anger.

Half an hour, noding, “Well, got it. I’m sorry.

I opened the door and left.

Back in position, I retouched.

Can Guo Guo’s attitude towards me, which obviously doesn’t look like a dream with me every night, be an expression of my subconscious and of the logic imposed on me in order to explain the coldness of Guo Guo’s reality?

And he said I had a boyfriend and it was just like my imagination in a dream.

So, what happens now is that in our dreams we share the same bed, and in reality we are strangers?

I wanted to break into the director’s office and ask him if he’s been dreaming about me sleeping with him every night?

But I think if I do, I’m afraid my career will end, and even worse, I’ll be arrested for treatment as a psychopath.

I wouldn’t dare.

I spent the whole day in a coma and fishing.

It was hard to get to the end of the day, and I went to the elevator with Guzhou.

…no words.

It’s good to have other colleagues in the elevator. I’ve been talking to other people, and I haven’t looked at Guo Guan.

Out of the way, everyone left, I was going to the subway station and suddenly someone called me.

I turned back, and in front of the brightly lit writing building, Guozhou stood at the junction of light and walked towards me.

It may be that the night was too gentle, or that he came in reverse the light, as if he had broken the subwall of the dream, climbed over the mountains, walked over the mountains, and appeared before me.

I stood there and suddenly there was an urge to cry.

He stood right in front of me, and he said, “I can’t talk, I can’t talk.”

“Tsimmit, I don’t mean not to deny your ability to work today, but, on the contrary, you’re a pretty good man by your past. If there’s something wrong with my approach, I apologize. I’m sorry.

I stopped.

He called me to apologize?

“No, it’s okay. I’m sorry.

He looked at me, opened his mouth, and seemed to say something, and he hesitated for a moment, and he finally said, “If you have any difficulties in your personal life, the company can help, I can help you coordinate as much as I can. I’m sorry.

“Ah?” And I was stunned to realize that I told him today that something had happened in private life.

I can’t tell him that my problem is to sleep with you every night in a dream?

“They’re all small things, nothing special…”

He nods his head: “Well, okay. I’m sorry.

Until we left, Guo was well-balanced.

The interest of the staff as a supervisor was expressed and the attitude of the public was maintained.

I’m the only one who shakes God.

On the subway, black glass shows my numb face.

Except for each night’s dream, I don’t think there’ll ever be an intersection between me and Guzhou.

In the evening, Gu Guo came to say something, and I covered his mouth.

I put my index finger on my lips, “Don’t talk.” I’m sorry.

Don’t give me any more gentle words, don’t show me your softness and weakness, and don’t let me get stuck in my dreams.

I’m afraid that one day I’ll never know the difference between dream and reality, and I’ll never stop coming to you and asking if you remember me.

“Hmm? He’s making an incomprehensible syllable.

I put my finger down and I laughed.

Forget it, it’s an uncontrollable dream, and why should I try to control the man I imagined existed?

We put the forehead on his chest: “Why am I alone?” I’m sorry.

Why do I have to be alone?

He raised his hand and touched his head, and his voice was soft: “You are not alone.” I’m sorry.

Of course, I’ll always be a gentle man in my dreams.

I went on to ask, “If I told you I had a boyfriend, would you disappear? I’m sorry.

It was only for a while that he said, “I don’t know.” I’m sorry.

I looked up and gently pushed him away.

The moment of separation, I can clearly feel my body getting heavy again, like being locked up in chains and not moving at all.

But in my heart it’s never easy.

I looked up, I smiled, and my eyes were blurry.

We said: ‘I have a boyfriend. Will you leave my dream?’ I’m sorry.

It’s like breaking a magic spell.

I haven’t dreamt about Guo Guan for days.

In the company, Xiao Yeon asked me, “You seem to be in a bad state of mind lately. I’m sorry.

I did a little bit, and the scene of my dream with Guju came to light until the end.

And I said, “Well, it is.” I’m sorry.

I can’t help looking at the director’s office when I’m busy at work.

I am somewhat consoled to see that the man who disappeared in his dream remains in reality. Even if I knew clearly, we would never have any connection after the dream.

But I don’t know why, these days, I’ve always felt that Guo Guozhou’s strictness is starting to increase.

Whatever work I have done, he can always find a reason to call me to the office and then raise his own questions about a few minor issues.

I’m going to explain to you that he seems satisfied again and let me go back to work.

I don’t know.

Xiao Yeon whispered to me, “How’s the department doing lately?” I’m sorry.

“Who knows? I’m sorry.

I’m increasingly sure that I imagined Guo Guo in my dream, after all, it’s far too different from what I’m actually seeing.

So forget about him in your dream.

It’s raining. I’m working overtime again.

When I left Guo Guo Guo was still working, I looked at him after the glass and remembered the night when he apologized in his dreams after working overtime.

I shook my head and stepped out of the company.

When I left the house, I found the rain was heavy, I didn’t have an umbrella, I stood in front of the lobby and wanted to wait for the rain to be smaller.

I saw Guchu coming to the door.

I was too busy to think about it, and I thought it was inappropriate, and I came back, embarrassingly, “Director Guo…”

He nods his head, it’s a response.

When I stood a metre away, he looked up at the growing rain and looked back at me, showing a smile, “No umbrella.” I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

Should I be honest? Will he invite me to an umbrella? Should I accept his invitation?

And as I was dazzling in my inner play, Guo was laughing, “What a coincidence I did not bring. I’m sorry.

Okay.

I don’t know what to say.

The fact that I and Guchu are rarely alone in a place other than the company, and the fact that we are now in the rain together reminds me of the dream of sleeping with him.

He looked up at the time, moved two inches up his sleeve and showed his wrist and steel watch.

I couldn’t help but look to the side of my eyes, and the hands of the two bones had touched my head on numerous nights.

I saw my eyes, and Guo asked, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

“It’s nothing. I’m sorry.

The air was quiet for a few minutes, and Gu was suddenly saying, “You’ve been working well lately. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

It’s true he’s the one who’s always leading, and he keeps his mouth shut.

“Hmm. * I’m just a little *

Then we had a little chat about work, and I kept an eye on the rain.

I couldn’t wait to get out of the rain, and I couldn’t wait to say, “It’s getting smaller.” I’m sorry.

And just took a step forward, and Guo Guo caught me, and showed me that smile, “You have something in your hair.” I’m sorry.

“Hmm? I’m sorry.

Guo Guo suddenly came out with his hands, and his finger was on my hair and ears.

The place he didn’t mean to touch, it was like a fire, and I just felt that my cheek was burning.

He grabbed a piece of paper and put it in front of me: “Perhaps it was when it was shredded.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know. It’s not my fault. I think he’s got a big smile in his dark eyes.

I was busy avoiding sight: “Thank you, I’ll go first…”

“Wait.” He stopped me again, pulled something out of the bag and handed it to me, “the umbrella.” I’m sorry.

I’m surprised I couldn’t say anything, so I found my voice: “You didn’t say you didn’t…”

He put his umbrella in my arms, and he dazzled his eyes, and he re-emerged, like a fox whose only purpose had been reached, and he answered with his voice down, lazyly:

“I forgot. I’m sorry.

Eleven.

I sat on the bed with the umbrella.

It’s all about Guo Gu’s last laughter – I forgot.

So did he plan to avoid the rain with me in the first place to create an opportunity to be alone with me?

The more I thought it was possible, the more I talked to Sue: I thought my boss was interested in me.

Susu:

SUS: Didn’t you tell me that your dream boss was your own imagination?

I told you what happened today. Suston took a while. Back: Far away.

Okay.

I threw away my phone and took a look at the umbrella for a while.

Guo Guozhou today, may have forgotten his umbrella…

When I got to the company the next day, I looked at the office of the director and tried to find an opportunity to return.

But Guo Guo is always busy and I can’t rush in.

When I was ready to work first, after work, he suddenly called me to the office.

I put my umbrella in the file, and I walked in, and I sat in front of him, “Directorate.” I’m sorry.

If the usual scenario is followed, Guo Guo has already begun to discuss it in the official business. But this time, he put his fingers on the table, and it took him a while, and he said, “At the end of the year, the department was set up. I’m sorry.

I don’t think it’s part of my job to build the regiment.

But I answered correctly: “Yes. I’m sorry.

“A questionnaire on the construction of the mission, send it.” I’m sorry.

I’ll pick it up.

Are you serious? We’re gonna have to do a survey in advance?

Before he left, he stopped me again.

I don’t know if it was my fault, but at that moment he seemed a little pushy and coughed up and said, “Do you want to take the family column and add it. I’m sorry.

I did.

“Oh. I’m sorry.

When I walked out of the office, I realized I forgot to pay back the umbrella, thought about it, and I’d like to send you a questionnaire.

On the other hand, if you’re going to help me, if you’re going to help me, you’re going to say, ” shouldn’t he go to the secretary? I’m sorry.

I don’t really get it, “Maybe we’re close to the office. I’m sorry.

When I fill out the questionnaire, I cannot help but think of Guo Guo’s last sentence.

I took Susu with me in previous years, so I didn’t hesitate to pick up a “yes” for family.

When I left work at night, I tried to find Guchu to return the umbrella and found out he had left.

The CEO’s office is hidden and empty.

It’s so rare to get off work so early.

The next morning, I knocked on the office door.

As if Gu was busy, seeing me, turning his eyes towards the computer screen: “What is it? I’m sorry.

The attitude of the official, as if it had been in the first place.

I said, “I’ll return the umbrella. I’m sorry.

He did not lift his eyelids, and his voice was soft: “Put it there.” I’m sorry.

In the cold air, I graze every wrinkled one, and with a finely wrapped umbrella on the couch.

Turning back to the door and looking back at him.

He’s still working. He doesn’t even look at me.

I looked down and rushed back to my seat.

I’ve been thinking about myself all day.

Maybe I was thinking too much…

But in the rain, Guo was so clear that it seemed like it came from a dream.

Or maybe it’s a dream of many nights, and it’s natural for me to carry too many layers of filters on Guangzhou.

In short, in Susu’s words, it’s — I’m trapped in my own dream.

For days, I deliberately avoided Guangzhou.

Nor did he continue to call me to the office, and we did not even have a chance to meet except for the departmental meetings.

I’m relieved.

That’s good.

After a period of overwork at the end of the year, the Mission was on schedule.

This was a three-day, two-night event at the spa resort, and it was only when I boarded my car that I heard that Guo Guo Guo was unable to come because of the work programme.

“I also want to see what the man in your dream looks like. I’m sorry.

I’ll cover her mouth.

I’ve had a lot of fun since Gu was gone.

The next night, Sue stayed in the room in a hot spring, and I was singing with my colleagues in the singing room, and I went straight to Macbeth.

And when I finished a song, and suddenly someone pushed the door in, and I returned to my consciousness, I saw Guazu in a casual dress.

I was standing there holding the microphone.

“Did the Director-General finish? I’m sorry.

Guo has noded and found a corner to sit down: “Go on, do not feel bound by me. I’m sorry.

At this point, a male colleague made a joke and said, “You see, Tsing has been singing all night without giving us a chance. I’m sorry.

“It’s good to hear people sing. I’m sorry.

I opened my mouth, and I tried to explain it, and I laughed, “Yes?” I’m sorry.

And he said, “I would like to hear it, too. I’m sorry.

And I stunned, and in the dim singing room, the eyes he looked at were amazing.

On the other hand, she said, “Let’s prove it to Inspector Gu. I’m sorry.

I’m just going back to my head and I’m going to turn to the board.

“What would the director like to hear? I’m sorry.

And I stood up my ears, half-wired, and heard his familiar voice, with a lazily, dumb voice: “What she sings, whatever she sings. I’m sorry.

Then suddenly I knew what I wanted to sing.

When the accompaniment came to pass, I turned to you, but I never had the courage to look at Guo Gu.

But I can feel his eyes clearly.

At the end of the song, I finally had the courage to look at that look.

It’s not my fault he’s been drinking, and his cheeks are red with an ignominy red, and in my voice he’s become obstinate, with confusion, confusion and inquiry.

I closed my eyes and finished the last part…

You’re the virtual I can touch all day long.

It was like a raindrop.

Look at me fall, fall, fall into the clouds.

When this song was finished, I handed the microphone to my colleagues, and I took an excuse to leave.

Go to the end of the hall and suddenly hear me.

I’m going back.

I rarely saw Guo Gu’s loss, when he almost came running away with a few steps of panic, and his hair was not lifted up to the forehead, and he was dressed like a young boy in his early 20s.

Sir, what can I do for you?

He opened his mouth and said, “You…” for a while. I’m sorry.

I nod my head. I’m sorry.

He looked down at me for a moment and looked at me, “The boyfriend is waiting for you.” I’m sorry.

I: Why do you think I have a boyfriend in my dreams and in reality?

“No, my best friend.” I’m sorry.

He’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone.

I smell a light drink.

“Let’s go. He says:

It’s kind of weird, but I’m afraid to say anything and follow him to the room a little behind his side.

Through the hallway, into the hotel well, I suddenly felt a little cold.

But Gu was slow, and I couldn’t make it.

He looked at me and suddenly asked, “How long have you known each other?” I’m sorry.

I thought I mentioned my best friend Sue.

“We went to high school together. I’m sorry.

Guo turned his head and said, “Oh,” caught in the night wind, like a shatter.

I wrapped my coat and I didn’t say anything.

I thought that silence would last until I went back to my room, and then, after a moment of knowledge, Guo Guo asked, “You must have a good relationship.” I’m sorry.

I’m stunned, nod.

My relationship with Sue was really good.

And when we passed through the well and pushed the door of the lobby of the hotel, We looked down to the side of Guazu, and suddenly settled.

Under the bright light, he was dazzling with his eyebrow and red with his cheeks at the end of his eye, like a little fox with water on his face, through a single…

But then, after a while, Gu was laughing, and his voice was softly: “Then you should get married soon.” I’m sorry.

I: ?

What is it?

I said, “How can I marry my best friend?” I’m sorry.

A moment of shock came to light: “I mean with your boyfriend.” I’m sorry.

“I don’t have a boyfriend! I’m sorry.

He’s waking again.

This time, not for a moment, but for a very long time, to ask: “You don’t have a boyfriend.” I’m sorry.

I cut it off: “No! I’m sorry.

“Are you single? I’m sorry.

“I am!”

“Just broke up?”

“It’s been two years since I broke up with my ex. I’m sorry.

Gu Gu is silent.

I don’t know what he’s silent about, but it’s a little scary that he doesn’t talk about me.

I spat, “Does anything else happen?” I’m sorry.

Guo Gu is shaking his head.

“So I’m going back? I’m sorry.

When I turned around, Guo was calling out to me: “Tsim Yau.” I’m sorry.

“Hmm? I’m sorry.

He’s still staring at me like I can’t understand.

It’s not just a smile with little emotion, but a smile with open, wide, crooked eyes.

Like an arrow hit my heart.

“I’m going back to work. He smiled and said,

“Huh? I don’t get it. I’m sorry.

He shakes his head.

And I said, “What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

He looked at me, and his eyes were as gentle as the whole galaxy:

“Come listen to you sing. I’m sorry.

I didn’t tell Su-su about this conversation with Guo Guan.

Although he seemed a little ambivalent about me, I still felt that it might be my filter for him.

When the mission was completed and returned to the company, Guo Guo became more strict and asked me to talk to the office if anything happened.

Xiaoyan asked me, “This is the beginning again. I’m sorry.

I nod my head: It’s probably cyclical, like an aunt. I’m sorry.

The only difference is that I do not dare to think anything about Guo Guo.

Our relationship is with our superiors and subordinates, and I would like to remember that.

Everything’s cyclical, even my mom’s marriage.

On the weekend, she suddenly remembered that I had to date her friend’s grandson’s grandson.

I won’t resist. I’ve dressed up on my mother’s watch.

When I left the house, I took off my makeup and went to Susu’s house and changed his old, fat sports clothes, so I came to the house with confidence.

Stepping to the place of the appointment, the boys didn’t show up, and I played my cell phone for a while, and I looked up and I saw Guo Gu pushing in.

That’s right. It’s Guo Guo.

My first reaction was that Fung Shui turned around and Mary Sue came to my house today?

My mother’s friend’s grandkids went to Guozhou?

But it turns out I’m thinking too much.

Gu Gu was with two friends and apparently came to dinner together.

I’m relieved to realize what I’m looking like now.

Good thing they didn’t stop on the first floor and went straight up the second floor.

I took it easy, and I didn’t feel any displeasure when the blind guest came late.

But what happened behind this gentleman’s guest is a physical and psychological discomfort.

He started by denigrating my age-style work and bragging about his experience as a top class executive from primary school to now that he knows many bosses.

I’m not mad at you.

But then he said, “What is the point of you women watching the drama and dreaming about dating a handsome man who is so handsome that you can’t get married and get married?” I’m sorry.

I held the glass in my hand.

“You must have been dreaming like this, right? Don’t tell me it’s not like you women are all the same, you can’t dream when you have time to come out and see the world and know who you are.”

“Mr. Chan. I put down the glass, and I blew my eyelids. I’m sorry.

He was like, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

I said, “It’s been 10 years. Why are you still a regular employee? I’m sorry.

“I didn’t say so. I’ll be promoted soon. I’m sorry.

I said, “Oh, you have to be careful. The boss is the best at drawing pies. You’re too old to be fooled, right? I’m sorry.

“No, I said, why is your little girl so ugly? I’m sorry.

“Now you’re a little girl? I laughed, “I’m trying to remind you that there’s time for a little bit less of a dream to get rich, to come out and see the world before you know yourself. I’m sorry.

“You…” he pushed him over the table, “No wonder no one wants it. I’m sorry.

And I will laugh, and who will not brag: I have one, two, three, five, six and seven pursuers, and it is not for you to worry. I’m sorry.

He stood up in anger: “Dream inside!” I’m sorry.

All of a sudden, someone leaned on his shoulder, and a shadow cast over me, and he was separated from me by a wide body, and the familiar voice was cold and cold:

“Sorry, I’m number eight. I’m sorry.

Under bright lights, those who are before me are like gods.

The familiar, always very well-controlled face, is a moment of coldness and anger that spills over.

I opened my mouth and said, “Chu…”

He turned his head, his dark eyes turned bright and smiled at me.

It’s like…

Don’t be afraid, I’m here.

I suddenly couldn’t say anything.

And the blind man, who was also a bully and afraid of being hard, saw a man who stood up for me and said nothing, even though he was dissatisfied with a thousand.

Until then, it seemed like it was back on me.

I feel uncomfortable with the curious eyes of the customers around me, and I stand up and I do not stand.

“Be careful. I’m sorry.

Guo Guo has reached out to hold my arm and touched my body for a moment, and I’m like an electric shock.

He let go quickly, “Is everything all right? I’m sorry.

“No, it’s okay. “I’m going first. I’m sorry.

Now it’s ugly and ugly, and I just want to get out of here right now.

And as soon as two steps had been taken, Guo was standing behind me, calling me: “I will take you back.” I’m sorry.

I don’t seem to have any reason to refuse to visit China.

It was only in his car that I realized that he seemed to have come with two friends.

But I don’t have the energy to deal with it, because until then I realized what the phrase “I’m the eighth” meant.

Even if it’s to help me out, it’s not that.

At night, the city street lights were on fire, and I put my head up by the window and watched the view go back and forth.

It’s just me and the two of them, like they’re back in those countless dreams.

He is with me, and I can touch it, but I can’t reach it.

The blind guy tonight is a good bastard, but he’s right.

I did have unrealistic dreams and more than one night.

But this dream will finally wake up.

After the car was parked in front of my neighborhood, I was delayed.

And when Gu was looking at me, I whispered, “Will you stop saying things that make me wrong?” I’m sorry.

I didn’t give him a chance to talk, and I went on to say, “It would be offensive to say that, but not so long ago, I dreamed of a man who had the same voice as you, the same look as you. We spent many nights hugging, whispering, and I even thought we were lovers.

“But I know he’s not you and we can’t be that kind of relationship, so don’t say that again, okay? I’m sorry.

I didn’t have the courage to look to Guo Guang.

And look down and say in haste: “Sorry for saying so much. Thank you for bringing me back.” I’m sorry.

And then you push the door forward.

The sound of a car door came back and Guo Guo came after him: I’m sorry.

I looked back and didn’t know it was my fault. He was smiling.

Under a warm light, tender and dreamy.

He talks slowly:

“I’m in my pajamas. I’m sorry.

I’m squeezing.

“I didn’t enter your nest. I’m sorry.

There’s a wind blowing into my heart and bringing his voice.

“But I’d love to hug you. I’m sorry.

He’s laughing, but my eyes are blurry.

I raised my feet, from hesitation to great steps forward, and jumped into his arms.

It’s not a dream, it’s a reality.

He raised his hand, for a long time, gently, across the border between dream and reality, and touched my top.

My tears will no longer be unbearable, and they will be broken down with day-to-day suspicion, loss, despair and gloom.

“You were also in those dreams.” I’m sorry.

“I’m here. “Don’t forget, I’m your eighth suitor. I’m sorry.

I laughed, but the tears were even stronger.

“Am I dreaming?

He held me tight: “No. I’m sorry.

“So can I tell you a secret? I’m sorry.

“Hmm? I’m sorry.

“I like you. I’m sorry.

I’m with Guchu now.

Not even Yeon knew about this.

Speaking of Xiaoyan, I have to mention the reasons why Guangzhou has been so cold in front of me.

According to him, he, like me, can’t see my face in his dreams.

When I first came to the company, I just felt like it.

Finally, when I stepped on him in the elevator, I apologized again.

But then he just wondered why the people in his dream were real in reality. So he blames himself for being under too much pressure to create an illusion that he should not have been with his subordinates.

And he learned from Xiao Yeon that I have a boyfriend.

I was wondering, “I never said that to Yeon. What do you ask?” I’m sorry.

He coughed and said, “It’s normal to ask. I’m sorry.

That’s weird.

I asked again.

“What later?”

“You’ll be confused with me, and you’ll be cold.” I slit his chest, “Don’t think I’ll let you go.” I’m sorry.

“Oh–” He pulls a long-haired mouth and pulls us closer together with a vague smile. I’m sorry.

And he laughed, “I’d love to. I’m sorry.

I’ve been pretending to be a stranger to him in the company lately, and I’m afraid it’s not good for other colleagues to know about our relationship.

Every time he puts it over, I’m far away.

So he’s obviously making fun of me now.

Well, he doesn’t want to talk about it, and I won’t keep asking.

I’ll know why.

But I didn’t think that reason would end up in her mouth.

One morning, I arrived at the company, and Xiao Yeon suddenly came in mysteriously, whispering, “Deep away, General Guo may have a girlfriend.” I’m sorry.

I’m just saying, “Oh, my God.”

“For what?”

“I just went to the office and I saw his wrists with a sprain. I’m sorry.

I said, “What’s the connection?” I’m sorry.

“You don’t know? “It’s too obvious that a man with a leather band on his wrists has a girlfriend. I’m sorry.

I turned away from her eyes: “Yes, yes…”

For a while, I sneaked into the office.

After last night’s appointment, Gu Guo sent me downstairs.

Then, in a quiet atmosphere, he suddenly asked me, “Can I borrow your skin?” I’m sorry.

“What?”

He blinked, “Leave me a second. I’m sorry.

And I took it down, and he picked it up, and he said to himself, “You smell.” I’m sorry.

My old face is so red.

It was only when he thought that he had been mocking me, and listened to Xiaoyeon, that he knew what he intended.

So he wants to tell others that he has the Lord.

It’s like seeing my sight, and Guo is suddenly looking up.

When he looked across the glass in the office, he snapped his lips and lifted his wrists and showed his skin.

Like popping into my heart.

My cheeks are red and my head is busy.

There’s a secret in the busy office.

A secret that belongs only to us both.

At night, Gu was working overtime, and I deliberately stayed.

Until the two of us were left behind, I walked into his office and made him a cup of coffee.

He suddenly stopped working and tried to seduce me.

I came close: “Why? I’m sorry.

He smiled, “Come closer. I’m sorry.

Only his office was on the whole floor, and the wrong building outside the window was luminous, and he looked at me with deep eyes and light in pieces.

In that moment, I felt like I had met a well-refined fox, and I lost my head and walked in.

Then he waved, and I was brought all over and sat on his lap.

Then he held one hand around my waist, and the other held my chin, raised his jaw, and kissed it in detail.

This is not the first time I’ve kissed him, but the most intense.

I was breathing, “Your office is monitored…”

He didn’t think of it either. I’m sorry.

…How is that possible?

Kissing, he started to cheat and took my wrist down.

I took my hand back like an electric shock. I’m sorry.

His low-pressed voice with a thin, sexy breath: “Didn’t he touch me all the time? I’m sorry.

…that was in the dream okay.

He said, “Don’t like it.” I’m sorry.

Well, not really.

“Don’t like me anymore. I’m sorry.

I’m holding on to my lips and I’m hesitant to say, “I’m not really…”

I was interrupted by a “boom” in the back.

I looked back in a panic and I saw Yeon lifting up a chair that fell outside the glass.

And he said, “I saw nothing, so continue.” I’m sorry.

I left the country and ran after Yeon.

She didn’t look back.

I thought she was mistaken, so I said, “Yon, I am with Gu Gu’s…”

When Yeon stopped, she turned around and held my shoulder, and the tone was overwhelming: “You’re too far away!” I’m sorry.

“Tell me, how did you get to the director? I think he’s pretty cold. I’m sorry.

I said, “No, it’s not.”

“Do you remember the time when you and I talked about him? He called me to the office after work, and I thought he was going to put on my shoes, and guess what, he asked me, “It’s nothing at home lately.” I just think he’s not happy with your working state, that you’re in love and that your emotions may be affected. I’m sorry.

I stopped and followed Yeon’s words.

After that day…

Gu Gu Guo has started thinking I have a boyfriend.

Then I deliberately told him I had a boyfriend to get out of my dream, and he became more convinced.

She continued: “Then you said you had fallen in love, and I was afraid that Guo Gu would not agree with you in your work, and went on to hint to him.” I’m sorry.

That’s why Gu Guo’s attitude towards me suddenly started to get confused.

And then it got cold.

I’m supposed to be the one with the family on the questionnaire.

I couldn’t help but laugh when I thought of him as cold in front of me.

What an individual and childish man.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep it a secret. I’m sorry.

When she left, I didn’t rush up, but I took out my phone and called Guo Guo.

As soon as the call was made, I laughed: “It was just from Xiao Yeon that I learned of the reasons why General Gu was so cold.” I’m sorry.

He said, “Oh, and then what?” I’m sorry.

“You’re not childish, you can’t just come and ask me when you knock and guess? I’m sorry.

“It’s childish. “I also have a more naive idea.” I’m sorry.

I said, “What?”

It’s over there, it’s a lazy sound, and I can even imagine what he looks like on his office chair.

“When a man is a threesome. I’m sorry.

It just doesn’t work out.

I had a half-day reaction.

Look at me!

I called him “Director General Guo.” I’m sorry.

And he goes, “Well?”

“My husband is not home tonight. I’m sorry.

There was a sudden silence across the street.

I kept laughing, “Do you want to come to my house? I’m sorry.

The other side remained silent, and half a day it was “waiting” and immediately hung up.

I stood in front of the company, looked familiar and walked out of the lobby, walking towards me from the junction of neon, as if I had gone back a long time ago.

I was still sad that he was not a dreamer and sad about his hopeless attachment and love.

And this time, time and scene, he really came at me with joy and determination from breaking the dimension of dream and reality.

Then standing in front of me, bending softly, smiling at me:

“Let’s go home. I’m sorry.

(concluded text)

When I’m with Guju, I wonder why we’re in a dream at the same time.

After our exchange of information, I found out that his mother had been married at that unknown temple.

Then we decided to go to the temple.

It’s hard to find a small temple over the hill, but it’s closed because of the fire.

I don’t understand: “Why is this temple so spiritual? I’m sorry.

Guo Guo Guo is patient and responsive: “It may be because of the strange way in which he is married, he turns into a midnight terror. I’m sorry.

I even nodded my head: “Yes, you were driving me crazy at first and you kicked me out of bed!” I’m sorry.

“My fault. He touched my head and said, “Come back later, I will not resist.” I’m sorry.

I’m humming.

And when I came down, I remembered something, and asked him, “How did you recognize me in the elevator? I was wondering the day you got here because you had two moles on your neck. I’m sorry.

“There are moles.” I’m sorry.

Don’t you even look in the mirror?

He said, “That’s when I held your shoulder. I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

It’s true.

“and then I recognized it. I’m sorry.

I said, “Why?”

He stares at me, gushes his eyes, and smiles with a bit of a wrongness: “The sense of hand.” I’m sorry.

“after all this time in the bed. I’m sorry.

“So,” he said, “When will I get another chance?” I’m sorry.

I don’t care about him, I’m going down the hill.

As a result, the foot slipped and fell.

The final journey was taken behind my back.

It was dark at the foot of the mountain, and only one road lamp was on the road.

Gu Guo Guo has said, “It may be early morning to return to the city. Are you sleepy? I’m sorry.

I shook my head and whispered, “Is there a resort nearby?” I’m sorry.

Guo Gu was suddenly left alone.

I continue to suggest, “No work tomorrow.” I’m sorry.

He’s still not talking.

I buried my head on his shoulder, whispering, “I’m not giving you a chance…”

For a long time, he suddenly smiled, his low voice vibrated with a chest cavity, and seemed to have undetectable stress:

“Well, why don’t you take your orders? I’m sorry.

(concluded)

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.