Love Delusion

Shang Hao's plane was over ten o'clock this morning. Lin Anran got up early in the morning and was making his only best sandwich for the two in the kitchen.

President Shang is doing the final cleaning in the room. Lin Anran was making breakfast for the two before they parted.

Sandwiches are simple and quick, without a lot of cooking skills. If you have ham, egg and cheese at home, it will be delicious when you sandwich the toasted bread.

Lin Anran wanted to go to the refrigerator to find any green leafy vegetables at home. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Shang Hao's tall figure suddenly appearing in his sight.

He leaned on the door frame to look at Lin Anran, and did not speak. The expression on the man's face is not good or not, but when President Shang is silent, the air pressure in the entire kitchen is lowered.

Or maybe it is his own temperament, people standing next to him will automatically feel that they have done something wrong.

At this time, Lin Anran quickly wiped her hands and ran to him. Shang Hao kindly leaned down a little, and stretched his side face to him so that his mouth could reach.

Lin Anran was already a little proficient in her movements, stepped forward and kissed twice, one on the left and one on the right. After the kiss, he stood there waiting for the general manager to give him instructions.

It's like a kiss machine without feelings.

Shang Hao looked at him for a while, but he still didn't speak, but he could stand up from the door frame, turned back to the room and continued to pack his things.

There is no language communication during the whole process, because this scene has been staged since I got up this morning.

I don't know when it started, maybe it was this morning, or last night? All in all, when the sun rose this morning, Lin Anran found that Shang Hao's mood had become unusually bad.

There are fewer words, and my face stinks. Lin Anran had no choice but to look at his face as his kiss machine.

He made a sandwich, washed his hands and returned to the room, wanting to spend a while with the real person before Mr. Shang had left, or he would have to spend a few days with the pillow.

Shang Hao was standing by the bed and looking down at his suitcase. He turned his head and saw Lin Anran appear, and motioned for Lin Anran to come over.

Lin Anran walked over obediently. At that time, when he saw that half of the suitcase was empty, he felt something was wrong. Shouldn't Shang Hao pack it up?

The next second Lin Anran was frightened, he was hugged horizontally, and his feet left the ground. As the world turned around for a while, Lin Anran's people were directly put into the suitcase by Shang Hao.

This is the first time Lin Anran has experienced this kind of experience. It feels like flying, and the excitement is stimulating.

Shang Hao involuntarily ordered the impossible: "You follow me." With a sullen face, he said to Lin Anran, "I will take care of you."

Lin Anran thought he was joking with himself, but seeing his expression at this time was completely serious.

...Don't ask such a difficult question for a person with communication difficulties.

Lin Anran didn't understand the current situation anymore, and didn't know what he should do at this time. Shang Hao asked him to lie down, and he also lay down in the suitcase as he said.

The box was big enough, his calves fell outside the box, and his man was curled up in the suitcase, with clear eyes staring blankly at Shang Hao outside. It really looks like a personal item belonging to a certain individual.

Shang Hao watched this scene, and at this moment he smiled slightly.

He bent down, propped up on Lin Anran, bowed his head and kissed the person in the suitcase, kissing wherever he went—neck, hair, chin, and half of his soft lips.

The field of vision in the suitcase was very narrow, and the light dimmed after Shang Hao's body covered it, and Lin Anran couldn't see the others at all. Only then did he become nervous and stretched out his hand to push Shang Hao's shoulder.

"The time is coming."

He whispered. Because the distance between the two is too close, the speech has become a breath.

After he said this, Shang Hao looked up at him, and Lin Anran knew that his mouth was going to be blocked.

I'm really sorry, his mouth can't be loaned to Shang Hao now. He has very important things to say that he practiced all afternoon yesterday.

While his mouth was still his own at this moment, he didn't say when to wait, he took the time to find the feeling, and he succeeded in the first fight.

"Shang Hao." Lin Anran stopped him.

He panted because of tension, looked into Shang Hao's eyes, and said to the real man Shang Hao that sentence that had been practiced many times: "...I wish you a safe journey!"

His conscious effect is still okay, and the scene at that time can be said to be like a rainbow.

Sure enough, Shang Hao stopped his movements.

...But also not as happy as Lin Anran imagined. President Shang didn't speak anymore, staring at Lin Anran in the suitcase with heavy eyes. At that time, his expression was as if he was going to buckle the box and pull the person away in the next moment.

The light in front of Lin Anran's eyes is darker, because Shang Hao's body above is lower and lower, very close to him, occupying the space in the suitcase, Lin Anran's arm has nowhere to rest, and she consciously hugs Shang Hao. On the neck.

The clever Lin Anran felt that he could moderate the atmosphere appropriately at this time, so he added an extra sentence that was not included in yesterday's exercise:

"I will wait for you to come back."

These words had not been rehearsed beforehand, and Lin Anran didn't know if his meaning was complete. He could only repeat it again: "I'll wait for you to come back."

There are many things I can't do, but I will wait for you seriously at home.

Lin Anran knew he had heard it, and after a while, Shang Hao responded with an "um".

It's almost time for Shang Hao to leave. Lin Anran estimated the time. He didn't know the special meaning of Shang Hao's "um", or the overtones he didn't hear. He didn't know, because Shang Hao's next sentence was suddenly: "I'm not going."

Lin Anran:! ! !

Although he didn't know about Shang Hao's work, he also knew that his itinerary was arranged a week in advance after his personal confirmation. If something goes wrong, the follow-up itinerary will also be subject to a series of disturbances, which will involve many important people. The price is never as simple as not working for a day.

What's more, it is such a temporary change of schedule. If this business trip is really unimportant, Shang Hao can change it long ago, and there is no need to wait until now.

He was really not joking this time. After Shang Hao said that, he kissed Lin Anran a big mouthful, and then quickly got up to make a call.

Lin Anran sat up from the suitcase sluggishly, not understanding the turbulent development of things. This... If you can't go, then you won't go?

Did he say something wrong just now?

Shang Hao made a lot of phone calls on the balcony, scolded people, and ordered some things. Lin Anran sat on the sofa with him nervously, always feeling like a sinner.

But when Shang Hao returned from the call, he seemed to be in a good mood again.

From just now to now, Lin Anran finally found the opportunity to put in his immature little suggestion, and carefully asked Shang Hao: "Isn't it bad not to go?"

When Shang Hao heard this, his face turned dark again: "No, I will go tomorrow."

"But you don't need to go to work today."

Lin Anran pondered for a while, and then carefully asked President Shang, "Are we going to trouble others?"

This guy is very capable of being a community of destiny, and spontaneously listed himself as Shang Hao's accomplice. He was talking about the people who helped Shang Hao after he didn't go to work.

Shang Hao sneered, spitting out a knife in his mouth: "Trouble them? Why do I raise them for food?"

Lin Anran gave birth to a familiar impulse to be a younger brother, and wanted Brother Hao to calm him down.

He digested what happened just now. He didn't go on a business trip or go to work. Does this mean a holiday? Shang Hao was in a good mood, and went to the kitchen to get the sandwich that Lin Anran made for him.

After getting used to the three-point-one-line life, this feeling becomes strange. It was like one day of blank space was suddenly squeezed in during the three hundred and sixty-five days a year. They didn't have to do anything, they could stay together all day.

However, this day seems to be stolen again, because as soon as the time comes, Shang Hao will be returned tomorrow.

But even if it's only one day, it's good. Lin Anran really felt that way, it was already very good.

...Except for Mr. Shang sticking to him crazily that day, everything is fine.

They eat breakfast together, play games, and watch TV together. The curtains were drawn in the room at noon, and the two had a nap together for an unprecedented time.

President Shang stuck to his back like a large humanoid plaster. Lin Anran saw Vice President Shang in broad daylight.

Today's general manager is particularly arrogant, and he wants to eat a piece of meat from him. As well as the vice president of the business. Lin Anran didn't move, and President Shang borrowed his body to use it.

Lin Anran pretended to sleep very intently, her face blushing all the time, pretending not to know that her little white rabbit pajamas were soiled.

The scene was too exciting. In the dimly lit room, Lin Anran's heart was pounding, and her palms were sweaty.

In fact, he has an idea that he doesn't know whether to talk about it.

Isn't Lin Anran unsure whether President Shang wants to break up with him? Lin Anran can only rely on the one-piece pajamas to keep this man's heart.

I can't help but feel that the Chamber of Commerce is actually someone who likes his body and doesn't like him?

To be honest, Lin Anran deliberately checked it. Xiao Bian Baidu said to see if the man in the family loves your body or mind, it depends on whether he will hug you afterwards, or put you aside and smoke yourself.

The worried Lin Anran wanted to ask the editor, what kind of situation does a man like his family get up and face him immediately after doing it? Do you love his body or love him?

Will the editor's feelings be saved?

After being tossed, Lin Anran was also tired, and slept for an incomparably refreshing nap.

Do nothing for a whole day. At dusk, two people stood on the balcony, one holding a cup of hot tea watching the sunset. Look at the dim sun wheel gradually sinking toward the edge of the city.

On this stolen holiday, time passed more fulfilling and faster than ever.

The sky dimmed little by little, and the city was finally enveloped in a soft yellow sunset. The day is over.

Lin Anran was still a little bit reluctant, although he couldn't stop the sun from sinking a little bit. Most people in the city are off work. It is the rush hour of traffic congestion. The street lights are gradually lit up, and the smell of leaves is mixed in the evening breeze. The distant lights and car sounds seemed to come from another far away place. The balcony is an island, everything has nothing to do with them.

Lin Anran watched the world dimmed, and for no reason there was an absurd idea that the two of them were watching the end of the world together.

The people around him remained silent. Lin Anran looked up, only to realize the strangeness of Shang Hao next to him.

It was too quiet, Lin Anran hadn't seen when Shang Hao was as quiet as he is now.

Lin Anran looked at him. He also looked at Lin Anran, with unidentified emotions surging in his eyes. He still looked at Lin Anran unblinkingly.

Lin Anran asked: "What's wrong?"

Shang Hao couldn't tell. In the end he could only say to Lin Anran: "Listen."

"Listen to what?"

After asking, Lin Anran's person was hugged by him, and one hand pressed his head down slightly.

Lin Anran's ears suddenly pressed against his heart, and an unusually violent heartbeat was clearly transmitted from the position of his chest.

Lin Anran listened to his heartbeat and couldn't speak--it jumped so violently that people even wanted to reach out and hold it down.

Lin Anran looked up at him, as if he could not match the calmness on his face at this time with the hot and agitated heartbeat.

Shang Hao didn't know how to explain to him. He hugged Lin Anran tightly with one hand, and touched Lin Anran's eyes with the other: "...It's exactly the same as the heartbeat that afternoon seven years ago."

Sunset, wind, people around him, those young eyes.

At this moment, he didn't seem to be the domineering Shang Hao, but just an ordinary person who loved him passionately.

He was speechless. Sometimes a picture can capture a person's life. Whenever and wherever, re-awaken the hot beat of the heart in his chest.

He thought it was just before, but he did not know that people could have countless sudden enthusiasm in a long and boring life. When it beats for you again, the heartbeat is still as sincere and enthusiastic as it was before.

Found him. Shang Hao said to himself.

"I found you."