After knowing that he was not a lunatic, Wang Xiaoming became lively again.

As long as people are fine, what are the barriers that cannot be passed?

After pacing back and forth in the office for three times, he finally decided to visit Xiang Wenxun to make sure he was really back safely.

Barr was unhappy, "Damn it, I've died long ago. What's the point of going now?"

Wang Xiaoming was frightened and said for a long time: "Collection of the corpse."

Considering that the new progress in the Black Star Bead obviously did not apply to the original plan, Barr had to renegotiate with Xiang Wenxun, so he reluctantly agreed.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the time and knew that Sharks and the others would report to him the latest progress in the cleaning of the galaxy. In order not to let them wait in vain, he wrote a note to leave it on the table.

Barr glanced at him, "After meeting?"

Wang Xiaoming said: "I only have this power."

Barr remembered that there was a human named Adou. He originally thought that this was a fictional character. How could a real emperor be so incompetent? Now it seems that there are really people who can't help it no matter how hard it is.

When I arrived at the top floor office, the secretary still came out to greet me.

"Are Mr. Xiang here?" Wang Xiaoming waited nervously for the secretary's answer.

The secretary's two petals, which were shiny with lip gloss, opened and closed gently, "No."

Wang Xiaoming's heart sank.

Seeing his face turned pale, the secretary said curiously: "The boss of Xinxin Real Estate is here. Mr. Xiang goes down to say hello. Is something happening?"

Bloody color returned to Wang Xiaoming's face, "What do you mean is Mr. Xiang? "

"What should he do?" Both the keenness of a woman and the gossip cells that belong to the secretary are turned on.

Wang Xiaoming smiled dryly and said, "I mean, uh..."

Barr looked at the ceiling with his chest in his arms.

The secretary looked at him expectantly and said, "Uh?"

"Uh, that's right, just having dinner together."

"Eat together?" A glimmer of light flashed in the secretary's eyes. She had been with Xiang Wenxun for so long, except Tao Le and Chu Zhao, she had never seen Xiang Wenxun invite other employees to have dinner alone.

"Then, he left in a hurry." Wang Xiaoming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The secretary looked at him.

"So, I just want to ask," Wang Xiaoming said, "Is he okay?"

The secretary held his brilliance and smiled and said, "So what happened on the dining table?"

"Things?" Wang Xiaoming thought about it very hard, and then his face slowly turned red.

Barr's swear quickly became humming.

The secretary looked at his expression and all kinds of speculation flashed through his mind, but he said without a trace: "Mr. Xiang will be back later. Are you going to wait for him in the office?"

"No, no need." Wang Xiaoming shook his head quickly, "I just want to confirm that he is fine, just fine." He said, turning around and leaving, suddenly he heard the secretary slowly behind him, "You shouldn't reject Mr. Xiang, right?"

Wang Xiaoming froze and turned back in shock.

The secretary thought his guess was correct and deliberately sighed: "Your concerns make sense too."

Wang Xiaoming was confused.

"Although Mr. Xiang is good, he can't rely on two men for a lifetime."

Wang Xiaoming's body shook slightly.

Her words were like a thorn, ruthlessly piercing into the weak spot he deliberately ignored, illuminating the deepest hidden worries in his heart naked.

From the moment he knew he was gay, his life could not follow the rules that everyone in society followed.

For example, if he is not homosexual, then even if he can't have a girlfriend in college or in work, it doesn't matter. He can go on a blind date openly. But he is homosexual, and his circle is so narrow that it is suffocating.

He didn't dare to go to gay to find a partner because he was afraid that the other party just wanted to play. He had no idea what kind of channels he should find someone who could stay together for the rest of his life.

When he likes Chang Haitao, he told himself that this is great. At least he has a crush on his partner who can be a spiritual pillar. Even if Chang Haitao gets married one day, he can move near his house and then silently watch his happiness as his own.

But when Xiaoli appeared, he knew that it was his self-righteousness.

He thought he was ready, but in fact he didn't. He thought he could tolerate it, but in fact he couldn't.

When he thinks of his whole life, he feels his whole heart hurts.

Persistence is a terrible word, it makes people unable to see tomorrow.

But he cannot force himself to like women. People live forever, especially those who are so unlucky that they will die for no reason, how can they do unhappy things before they die?

Seeing that he had a frown and didn't speak for a long time, the secretary thought he was disgusted with homosexuality, so he slowed down and said, "In the Ginju, you must get used to these things. You should know about Mr. Dianjie and Mr. Tao."

Wang Xiaoming's eyes moved.

"Mr. Tao is a shareholder, you must be careful when speaking." The secretary said meaningfully.

Wang Xiaoming finally found a little clue in the endless threads, "You mean, will Mr. Tao silence all those who know about him and Mr. Jie?"

secretary:"……"

Wang Xiaoming couldn't understand the meaning behind the unpredictable expression on her face, so he simply ignored it. In short, it was great to know that Xiang Wenxun was still building it.

Bar said: "Go and make an appointment, I have something to say to him."

Wang Xiaoming was surprised and said, "Did you fall in love with the secretary?"

The secretary's ears were very sharp, and he immediately stood up, and smiled and said, "What?"

Barr's mouth twitched, "I mean, let Xiang Wenxun talk!"

Wang Xiaoming changed his words and said, "I just said that I'm going to bother the secretary."

The secretary was not so easy to fool, she looked at him suspiciously, "What I just heard is that I like?"

Wang Xiaoming nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, yes, likes the secretary, uh, very capable. Can you help."

"What kind of help do you want me to do?" The secretary did not quit the words.

Wang Xiaoming said: "I would like to ask you to make an appointment for me and see Mr. Xiang."

The secretary said strangely: "Didn't I let you go to his office to wait at the beginning?"

Wang Xiaoming was stunned and said, "Ah, yes. Ah, yes."

The secretary whispered as he raised his foot to the office: "Does your family have a mental history?"

Wang Xiaoming almost jumped up and lowered his voice and said, "What is the difference between mental illness and mental illness?"

The secretary thought for a while and said, "One sees psychiatry and the other sees neutrophil."

After entering the office, Wang Xiaoming was still a little uneasy, "Bar, tell the truth, am I really crazy?"

Barr said angrily: "How do I know?"

Wang Xiaoming flattered his mouth and said, "You are a fallen angel, why don't you know?"

Bard said: "But I am not a fallen angel from the neurology!"

...

Wang Xiaoming was silent for a long time, so long that Barr thought he had forgotten the topic at all, he suddenly said, "How about I go to the hospital to check it?"

Barr was about to say it would be yours, but when the words came to his mouth, his mind turned and turned, "No."

"Why?"

If it is found out, he will be embarrassed. Heaven and hell will spread, and the rumors that Barr was loved by a psychopath!

Bar said: "Because it's not a big deal whether you are crazy or not."

Wang Xiaoming frowned and said, "Is it a big mental illness?"

"I mean," Barr took a deep breath and said, "I won't dislike you whether you are crazy or not." Who told Lucifer to throw it away, but threw the Black Star Bead on him?!

He heard it for a long time without a reply, and couldn't help but turn his head, but saw Wang Xiaoming staring at him foolishly, with a drop of tears hanging on the corner of his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"It's okay." Wang Xiaoming quickly lowered his head and raised his hand to wipe the tears.

Barr hates others to hide things and not say anything. Lucifer is like this. Even if he is unhappy, he will never say it out of his mouth. If you want to know who he hates, he will go directly to the cemetery to see it clearly. "Say!"

Wang Xiaoming burped in fear, "I, I'm just very moved."

"Touched?" Barr's tone was a bit weird.

"You are the first person to say that you will not dislike me no matter what happens."

"I just said whether you are nervous or not..." Wang Xiaoming's shining eyes made his defense die in his stomach.

The door opened with a click of his hand.

Xiang Wenxun walked in with a smell of alcohol.

Wang Xiaoming immediately said nervously: "Mr. Xiang."
To be continued...