I walked into my office and walked with my eyes closed. Although invisible, I am familiar with the structure of my own office. I went behind the table and was fumbling for a chair.
"So it's here" I touched it for a long time, but I couldn't touch it, so I opened my eyes. I just found him behind me. "I'll have to put the chairs away later," I said to myself. I'm really too lazy to open my eyes.
I sat on a chair and slowly lay down. "Ha..." I sighed softly. My head is empty and the feeling is getting blurry and comfortable.
"So sleepy..." I fell asleep.
Bell...Bell...I felt the table vibrate and I was woken up. I woke up from the table and my forehead told me while I was still wondering why I was sleeping on the table. A tingling sensation came.
"It hurts..." I rubbed my forehead with my hand, and it seemed that I slammed my head on the table after I slept too deeply. I picked up the phone with my other hand and called back.
"Hey, what's the matter?" I'm still rubbing my forehead because it really hurts. I didn't see the caller, so I dialed directly. I can recognize their voices anyway, I thought.
"Asean sent you a lot of information just now, but you don't seem to have noticed." It was Indonesia. "ASEAN needs this material now and wants you to send it over here," he continued.
"Oh yes, and ASEAN is looking for us for a meeting, me, you and Brunei. Just the three of us"
Ah meeting! I almost forgot! "Okay, I'll go right away!" I hurriedly hung up the phone, only to find the message from ASEAN. It's all about that data. "Damn," I said, I found it in a daze, and the materials I made opened the door and ran out. Maybe it's because I just woke up, I can't open my eyes a little, and I walk a little wobbly. Sure enough, I bumped into someone on the corner.I was about to fall when suddenly someone grabbed my waist and leaned me on his shoulder. I can't get my eyes off the otherwise normal light that is now harsh for me.
"Are you alright, you look so tired" came a familiar voice. I knew who he was so I didn't answer him.
"Hypocrite..." I thought to myself. But Hao is not surprised, so I said it. I pushed him away and was about to leave when suddenly he grabbed my right hand and pressed my hand against the wall
"Only with one hand"
I tug at it, trying to pull my hand out of his. But obviously, I failed. His strength is really great."How am I a hypocrite?" I could feel the voice of Singapore coming from above me as I lowered my head.
I didn't respond and just stayed like that. I didn't look up until it was so quiet that I could hear the sound of my ink pen falling on the red carpet. I looked up, but looked at my hand, the one that was caught. I tugged again, but it was useless to take it for granted, but instead he held on tighter. "It's useless"
I looked up at him, only to realize that he had been staring at me the whole time.
"Shouldn't he just keep looking at me? He's been watching what I'm doing? Shit! It's humiliating." I leaned my back against the wall and put my feet on the ground. I gave up. Until I found the information in my hand. I would love to pat my head.
"Oh my God, there was a meeting"I raised the hand holding the document slightly, but it wasn't obvious, and I muttered.
He noticed what I said.
"As long as you don't answer, I can stay like this." I could feel his eyes on me. I hate how high he is, how high he looks.
"I'm sorry I was joking. Wrong, sorry," I replied with my eyes closed and my head lowered. I couldn't help it, "I really wanted to say that after all."
"Really?" He lowered his head slightly and looked at me from the bottom up. Of course I turned my head elsewhere.
"Hey, you're really the same as before" He stood up straight and raised my chin with the other hand, was it a grasp? "It's the kind that can't make bricks at all, can't move. He can only stare at him." He laughed?
"You!..." I was taken aback by his first reaction when he lifted his chin. "Nobody ever did that to me." My face immediately flushed, but I was also angry. I subconsciously moved my grasped hand. Originally, it was successfully lifted up, but the next second it was pressed back again. "Because how could he just let me go? He just loves to show me his success!" I thought
"Yeah, it's the same as before," he said again. His thumb rubbed against my chin, his head lifted up and his eyes looked down at me. "Looks to my hands"
"Ha. He sighed"
"I have a change!" should be talking bad about me. I know he's talking about me, all my bad stuff, somewhere... right? Anyway, that's it!
"Really?" He smiled and looked aside. You can still laugh now! ? I thought to myself. He was doing something with my grabbed hand. "He rubbed my palm lightly with his index finger. But he still grabbed me, hard. I felt my palm ticklish, and my hand shook and my fingers twitched. "What is he doing?" I don't know. I'm in a cold sweat, looking at his suit. After all, I'm shorter than him, so I should have my head down from his perspective, yes, yes. I don't want to look him directly anyway." He looked completely It's like mocking me"
