Love Delusion

Lin Anran, a serious A Zhai, would not have thought that he himself would not want to go home one day.

It was almost home, but Lin Anran was procrastinating, and found an Azhai milk tea shop downstairs at home. He bought himself a cup of milk tea for soaking. By the way, he didn't forget to bring a cup for Mr. Shang.

Thanks to the advancement of technology, mobile phone ordering can effectively avoid some interpersonal communication, making Lin Anran, A Zhai, order milk tea faster.

But after buying milk tea, he still didn't think about going home.

At first, he relied on the emotion of wanting to redeem and admit his mistakes, the door of emotions.

This is the condition of the whole thing, and it is also the reason why his situation has become embarrassing now.

Lin Anran couldn't judge whether this thing he did was strange in the eyes of others, the things he decided were always not so reliable.

It might still be funny. A person without a car took the subway to pick up a person with a car and a driver off work. In the end, he waited for a long time in the lobby of the company on the first floor.

This incident was inherently stupid, and the result of the incident revealed its embarrassing nature. What he thinks in his mind is a good story, but in reality he is a joke.

Lin Anran really didn't have the courage to go home and face Shang Hao at this moment. He was embarrassed for himself just thinking about that scene. He stayed as long as he could outside, dipping through a cup of milk tea.

After drinking the milk tea, the sun is about to set. The frustrated Lin Anran then slowly got up, and went home with the milk tea he brought to Mr. Shang in his hand. He walked alone on the street, with the eggplant beating with cream from his back, stubbornly stunned.

This was originally downstairs of his house. No matter how Lin Anran couldn't move his legs on the road, he still saw the gate of the community after a while.

The gloomy emotions almost turned into substance, condensed into a small dark cloud floating in the middle of his head, following the footsteps of Lin Anran out of the elevator door.

The dark clouds floated and suddenly stopped floating, and stopped where they were. Because Lin Anran suddenly stopped leaving.

As soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw Shang Hao, who was standing in front of his house at this moment.

Shang Hao also looked at him.

Lin Anran was caught off guard. If he remembers correctly, Mr. Shang should have arrived home long before him. That's why he didn't want to come back so soon.

But why, now he saw Shang Hao's people standing at the door before he even entered the house, and was forced to face this embarrassing storm in advance.

Shang Hao stood there with his trouser pocket in his hand, looking at him silently.

Has he been standing in front of his house since just now? Thinking of this, Lin Anran suddenly felt pressure.

Could it be that he forgot to bring the key, but even so, it was his fault. If he didn't delay so much and came back a little earlier, Mr. Shang would not be unable to get in, and he would stand at the door and wait for so long.

He stayed in place for a while, then bit the bullet and walked slowly towards Shang Hao. Because he felt it was his own fault, Lin Anran tried his best to overcome the fear, and cautiously spoke first: "Well, did you forget to bring the key?"

As he got closer, he could feel Shang Hao's eyes as if he were weighing heavily. Lin Anran didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, and listened to his voice and replied, "No."

Lin Anran is not an active person, but because of guilt, Lin Anran fawns and speaks to him while taking out the key: "Why is that?"

"I can't go in." Shang Hao said.

"...Huh?" Lin Anran was puzzled.

Shang Hao's eyes looking at Lin Anran were as dark and calm as ever, but at this time he said something frightening: "Because I made you angry yesterday, you definitely don't want to see me now. Unless you speak. Be willing to let me in, otherwise I can't go in."

Lin Anran shook her hand and couldn't even hold the key inserted into the keyhole.

The body and mind were greatly impacted at that moment. He was shocked.

He turned his neck to look at Shang Hao like a robot, dumbfounded.

Shang Hao's calm eyes were still staring at him, as if silently telling him: Yes, that's what you understand, that's right.

This is the purpose of Shang Hao standing at the door waiting for him.

Shang Hao is a very conceited person, but things have changed since today. In the face of a humble Lin Anran, he must become more inferior and a hundred times more inferior than him in front of Lin Anran.

Only magic can defeat magic, and only inferiority can defeat inferiority.

But this is obviously not his area of ​​expertise, and even a bit stumped him.

Fortunately, no one around him seems to be inferior, compared with him. Especially for his special assistant Xu, Shang Hao only needs to learn as much as possible from his assistant's servile (no) attitude towards himself.

The secret is to try to make your eyes look sincere-now, immediately, trust me.

He's not good at being humble, can he still not be good at acting?

Whatever you want him to do. As long as he can pull Lin Anran out of the quagmire of inferiority complex, he is willing to do anything, and it doesn't matter if he falls into and rolls with Lin Anran himself.

Sure enough, Lin Anran was well bluffed by his words. At this moment, the whole person is in a trance.

Is such a lowly and flattering passage true? Is it true from Mr. Shang's mouth? But he looked at President Shang's eyes again, and it made people feel that he was not joking.

He even had such a horrified thought at that moment: In the second-dimensional supernatural event, Shang Hao and Lin Anran's soul exchanged?

No, his soul is still in his body.

Then who is this soul in Shang Hao's body now?

Many thoughts flashed through Lin Anran's mind for a moment, and she was taken aback for a long time. He tried to open the door and invite President Shang to go in, but Shang Hao remained motionless, still looking at him.

Really like what he said earlier, unless Lin Anran was willing to let him in, he could only wait outside the door.

Lin Anran at a loss: The ministers are in fear!

He stumbling and stumbling to let the Chief Shang come in, and then the Chief Shang outside the door took a step forward. He asked Lin Anran, "Are you still angry with me?"

Lin Anran quickly explained: "I am not angry with you."

"You are too kind," Shang Hao said, "It's obviously my fault."

"No, it really isn't..." Facing such a Shang Hao, he already began to wonder if it was Shang Hao himself.

Because Shang Hao got off work early today, they have not eaten dinner yet. Lin Anran put down the things in her hand, went to the kitchen to make dinner for them, and simply ordered noodles to eat.

It should be said that Mr. Shang's inferiority complex is easy to see through, and he waits for a meal too comfortably at the moment. It's just that Lin Anran under his dictatorship could not find out.

Others are in the kitchen and don't know what Mr. Shang is doing outside. When he walked out facing him, he found out that Mr. Shang, he, he was actually painting!

When Lin Anran came out, he had finished painting.

President Shang showed him his paintings. The composition is simple, and there is only one demented villain who occupies a whole piece of paper on the paper, and that is Lin Anran's own. Shang Hao drew Ranran.

The demented villain raised a match leg, looking at the soles of his feet. Here, Shang Hao used a speech bubble to enlarge the image of the soles of his feet and drew an enlarged cross-section of the match leg.

Because the legs are cylindrical, the entire cross section is round, with a flattened bug on it.

Lin Anran studied the painting carefully, speculating about Shang Zong's holy intentions. What's the meaning of this little bug...

President Shang: "That's me."

Lin Anran's hand holding the painting trembled slightly.

President Shang: "This painting is called "Ran Ran He Hao Hao"."

Lin Anran split at that time.

Mr. Shang! ! ! ! ! !

Although the technical content of the painting is not very high, it is extremely insulting to myself.

Lin Anran looked at Shang Hao and then at the painting. It's a young birthday, and Mr. Shang has really changed his sex! !

Suddenly Lin Anran remembered something. He cautiously asked President Shang, "Are you angry with me?"

Yes, in this way all his abnormalities may still be explained. President Shang must be angry with him and punishing him deliberately, is that it?

Shall we say, he was disrupted by the sudden inferiority complex of President Shang, and he almost forgot that he was the inferiority complex.

Hearing this, Shang Hao lowered his eyes and his tone of voice became low.

"It's because I usually treat you too badly that makes you think like this. It's all my fault."

Lin Anran shouted in her heart: No! ! ! ! !

How to do! President Shang is really broken!

Shang Hao: "Why don't you hit me a few more times to make me feel better."

He really said that Lin Anran's heart was getting up, and he hurriedly explained that he really didn't hit someone on purpose last night.

Unexpectedly, he said: "Even so, it is still my fault. I shouldn't be so overwhelmed."

At this time, Shang Hao was already getting started, and it became more and more smooth. There is no need for an expression of inferiority. Lin Anran couldn't be more familiar with these words. He said calmly and put on a sad filter.

"No, you are fine." In order to cheer up President Shang, Lin Anran racked his brains and emptied his vocabulary to praise Shang Yitong: He is a very good person and treats himself very well, from various meanings. It’s better than yourself wherever you go.

After listening to Shang Hao, he looked at him calmly: "You must be comforting me. A kind-hearted person like you will be with me. You said that so many are not meant to break up with me, right?"

Lin Anran was speechless.

He now recognizes reality. In front of him was indeed Shang Hao himself, and it was Shang Hao he had never seen before. Shang Hao must have been hit by something at work today, that's why he became so depressed.

Others may not understand it, but Lin Anran understands this feeling too well. Life seems to be high walls everywhere, and he is left on this road that is destined to run into a wall.

The body can get sick, but the human spirit is actually very easy to get sick. It's just that the disease is invisible and intangible, and it's even harder to be understood. Why not talk to everyone? Why do you make a bad face all day? Why don't you go out in hiding at home

People who are ill are often not treated as ills, but as freaks.

Because he had personally experienced it, Lin Anran knew what this emotion was like, so he was even more reluctant to let President Shang suffer the same pain as him.

Lin Anran tried his best to get Shang Hao out. He was very firm in this idea.

It's just that he is still under these high walls now, and Lin Anran has committed a hardship after exhausting all his beautiful words, and he doesn't know what to do.

After they had dinner, Lin Anran brought a hot water bottle and his freshly heated milk tea to Shang Hao on the sofa, and then stayed with the sick person all the time.

The former arrogant and domineering general manager was the general manager. Lin Anran believed so firmly that he just caught a mental cold by accident, and he would definitely get better soon. Lin Anran is more confident than he is in himself.

Lin Anran comforted Mr. Shang, who was insecure at the moment, saying that they would not break up.

President Shang: "How do you prove?" His eyes were full of hints familiar to Lin Anran.

Lin Anran leaned over knowingly and kissed him.

President Shang: "You don't stick out your tongue. You are still blaming me."

Lin Anran:...

I stretch, I stretch!