nightmare exec

Chapter 114 Love Is Like Caramel

The plan really can't keep up with the changes.

If Qi Zhengnan from half an hour ago knew that he was destined not to see the little madman he was thinking of tonight, then he would probably choose to go to the Executive Club for a few drinks with his teammates.

But now, Mithril and the others had left, and he was the only one left in the combat preparation room.After tidying up his equipment, Qi Zhengnan took a shower, dried his hair, changed into clean clothes, and even sprayed perfume on the back of his neck.

Thinking about it carefully, there is really no one who is so serious about going back to his own home.

Half an hour later, Qi Zhengnan finally returned to the safe house.Because there are no stars or moon, the night of purgatory is very dark.On the lawn, a low garden light outlined the path to the porch for him.

The worrying assistant officer, Er Hu, was lying in the cat's litter under the porch with his little hands in his mouth.As soon as the executive officer came back, he immediately reported the thousands of messages received in the mailbox in the past ten hours or so. As for the content, Qi Zhengnan knew it without asking, it must be about him and Song Yin in the dungeon During the live broadcast, he confessed the noise from the air.

To be honest, Qi Zhengnan’s first reaction was actually a “headache” when he heard the pika excitedly say in the dungeon, “When Morpho was madly giving the boss a confession rose.”

But this headache only lasted for a second, and it immediately turned into an even stronger chuckle.

There is no other reason, but Qi Zhengnan suddenly remembered—he remembered that he had confessed to Song Yin the secret that had been buried deep in his heart for more than ten years; The wounds that had lasted for more than ten years were displayed in the sun, like a lonely beast, finally let go of vigilance and pride, and began to seek comfort in the light.

"People who don't know how to love themselves can't fall in love with others, let alone get love from others."

This is what he said to Song Yin himself in the Nightingale Cafe.It wasn't until this moment, however, that he realized that the same words applied to himself.

Also in the Nightingale Cafe, Song Yin leaned on the bar counter with the strength of alcohol, and said softly: "Brother Nan, you are my antidote."——At this moment, Song Yin's hundreds of confessions Rose, isn't it a panacea to cure Qi Zhengnan's anxiety and loneliness?

When the seasons turn and the severe winter leaves, the ice tongue on the high mountain melts into spring water. Of course, it will flow involuntarily, wanting to merge into the embrace of the sea.This kind of mood may not be more appropriate to describe Qi Zhengnan's feelings at the moment.

Besides, he was sure that Song Yin would not mind being disturbed no matter how late it was.The mountain is not just me, I will go to the mountain—Qi Zhengnan didn't want to wait any longer, he immediately dialed the contact number with the blue butterfly as his profile picture.

The call was quickly connected, and the voice on the other side didn't sound sleepy at all.However, when Qi Zhengnan proposed to meet immediately, he was unexpectedly rejected.

"No, let's forget it tonight. You are tired too, take a good rest. Tomorrow night...you come to my place."

Perhaps it was with a mentality of deception, Song Yin added a special sentence at this point: "Bring your kitty here too."

"Two tigers?" Qi Zhengnan wondered if he really needed to sleep, otherwise how could he have auditory hallucinations?Song Yin and Er Hu have always been a little bit out of tune, so why are they thinking about it at this "critical moment".

There was a soft "tsk" on the other end of the phone, as if a little dissatisfied: "Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve. You said that Christmas Eve can only be called Christmas Eve if you get together with your family, isn't it?"

"……I said?"

Qi Zhengnan reluctantly recalled that this sentence may have been fabricated casually when he was in the United States, in order to prevent Song Yin from going to Chinese restaurants with non-religious friends to eat and drink on Christmas Eve.As a result, Song Yin stayed, but he was temporarily called away by work matters, so angry that Song Yin ignored him for several days.

... She never expected that the stumbling block thrown out back then would now fall on her own feet.

Forget it, anyway, today's confession through the air is already a restart that couldn't be better.From now on, the days to come will be long, and there are many bright days and secret nights in purgatory, which can be used for them to sleep side by side hand in hand, and share a complete life that is no longer lonely.

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The slight sense of loss was quickly overshadowed by more anticipation.Although it was a few hours later than the world, December 12rd in purgatory finally came.

In the purgatory of many Western countries, today is definitely a good day that countless executives are looking forward to.The sunny but monotonous world is covered in silver overnight, the public areas are decorated with lights, and a huge Christmas tree will be erected in the executive square, under which there are piles of gifts of all sizes.

In the East, however, Christmas is not an official holiday.So there will be no snowflakes, no systematic celebrations of any kind.However, shops on several streets will still launch activities depending on the mood.At the same time, the system store will also provide special Christmas items for the convenience of executives with special needs.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, before setting off to meet Song Yin, Qi Zhengnan turned his head to inspect the "Christmas-themed" safe house that he had simply arranged by himself for the last time.

Although the main position tonight is not on his side, this does not prevent Qi Zhengnan, who is in a good mood, from doing some small exercises that can make him feel better.

In fact, it's not just the safe house, he even didn't let the two tigers go. The cat executive who usually walks around the world in orange fur is now forced to wear a little red riding hood, a white pompom, and red holly fruit. and a little green cloak with golden bells.Although the small face looks a little depressed, but the cuteness of depression is also cute, I just want to be hugged into my arms and rubbed hard.

As for Qi Zhengnan himself, of course he did a good job of cleaning up.Not only did she change into a formal suit, had her hair done, polished her leather shoes, watch and sleeve studs, she even chose a perfume that Song Yin was familiar with.Perhaps as long as you pin a corsage on the skirt, you can go directly to the church and become "the most beautiful bridegroom in purgatory".

When everything was ready, he hugged Erhu in his arms, and then sent Song Yin an application to "enter the safe house" like ringing a doorbell.

The application was approved almost instantly, followed by a flash of white light, and he was immediately teleported to the designated location.

It’s only been a few days since we saw each other, and Song Yin’s dilapidated safe house has undergone earth-shaking changes—the listless garden has been carefully tidied up, the weeds have been completely removed, and the pansies have been carefully circled in white In the fence, many blue and purple flowers were "planted" around.

Qi Zhengnan felt that those flowers looked familiar, and after thinking for a few seconds, he suddenly realized that they should come from the huge bouquet he gave Song Yin.

Anyway, the plants in purgatory will not wither, and they will still be inserted back into the soil of the garden, which is an ingenious way of preservation.

Of course, the surprises that Song Yin brought to him were far more than these—the tall dead tree in the corner of the garden has now been replaced by a tall and straight fir tree with luxuriant branches.It was obviously a perfectly shaped Christmas tree, but it was only partially decorated, and there were two large cardboard boxes full of decorations piled on the ground.

There was no one in the garden.Qi Zhengnan looked around twice, and from the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a figure flashing past the window on the first floor.Although it was only for a moment, it must be Song Yin himself—that little lunatic who doesn't know what he is doing.

Qi Zhengnan first put the two tigers on the ground, then consciously stepped lightly and walked towards the "prey".

I really don't know if I don't look at it, the restaurant on the first floor has changed more than the garden.The old and dilapidated stove, the decayed and mottled windows and the tin refrigerator in the corner all disappeared.As expected of an art student from a prestigious university, Song Yin gave full play to his professionalism, and rebuilt the room in a calm and elegant style, which actually formed a sharp contrast with his own temperament.

The newly replaced light gray wooden floor no longer makes strange creaking noises.Qi Zhengnan caressed the gray lake-blue cooking table with one hand, came to the gentle dirty pink wall, and observed the large and small brass photo frames closely.

It's really strange to say - if it had been a few days earlier, some of the characters in these photo frames would have been nailed to his heart like thorns.But now that the barbs have been pulled out, everything has become the same as the color of the newly painted walls, revealing a sense of tranquility amidst nostalgia.

On the contrary, the lake-blue sofa was still in place, but it was covered with a brand new cloth cover.Looking carefully, the continuous abstract pattern printed on the cloth is a blue butterfly dancing in the golden wind, obviously designed by Song Yin himself.

There was still a glass of whiskey on the rocks on the arm of the sofa, which looked like it had just been poured.Qi Zhengnan thought about it and felt that it was prepared for him, so he turned around and prepared to sit down.

However, at this moment, a certain guy who had been deliberately hiding behind the sofa suddenly jumped up and landed on Qi Zhengnan's broad and reliable back.

"Merry Christmas!" The man's voice was as light and melodious as ever, but he deliberately said old-fashioned Internet jokes: "Honey, are you still satisfied with what you see?"

Qi Zhengnan grabbed the man's hands, sat on the sofa with his back behind his back, then turned his head and smiled softly.

"Did you know? There used to be a similar sofa in Yugutai's combat preparation room. It had a very strange name called 'Wishing Chair'... Guess what it does?"

"If you encounter unhappy things, just sit on the chair. When other people see it, they will take the initiative to care about you and ask if you need help."

Song Yin answered this question without thinking: "At home, of course I am the one who sits the most."

"And in Yugu Terrace, the person who sits the most is me."

Perhaps even Qi Zhengnan never thought that one day he would be able to recall the past so calmly to others.

"I was born in the special selection group. When I first came to Yugutai, as long as I didn't play a copy, I was almost a puppet who could only eat and walk. At the beginning, everyone didn't seem to care much about me. Suddenly one day , There was an extra sofa in the preparation room, I sat on it by chance, and a strange thing happened..."

"Let me guess, many people come to chat with you?" Song Yin leaned against his back, like listening to a fairy tale.

"Well. Those who talk, say hello, chat, and some people don't speak, but throw a can of drink over... At that time, there were many more people in Yugutai than now."

No one told Qi Zhengnan the magic of that sofa, it was Qi Zhengnan who gradually realized the connection.But he also saw through it without telling it, and still pretended to be ignorant, occasionally sitting on the sofa.

The "Wishing Chair" is like a Skinner box that can be comforted and rewarded at the touch of a button.That's how Mu Hui was on that sofa, turning from a puppet to a human little by little.

"Then what wish do you want to make now?" Song Yin put his arms around Qi Zhengnan's shoulder lightly.Immediately afterwards, he pressed against the chest on the opponent's back, and felt the slight resonance when he spoke.

"No, all my wishes have come true."

"……Really?"

Song Yin resorted to the same trick that night when he left the Nightingale Cafe, and put his face against Qi Zhengnan's neck, blowing lightly there.

"So... are you ready to exchange gifts?"

"It's already ready."

As soon as the words fell, Qi Zhengnan turned sideways and pulled the man into his arms with his backhand.

What followed was the long-lost, impatient kiss, like sticky and sweet caramel, sticking each other tightly together.

The two people who lost their center of gravity in the ecstasy, both rolled on the sofa, and there were small and happy sounds like playing in their throats.In the next few minutes, everything turned into a murmur, the sofa's newly replaced suede cover made a rustling sound like drizzle, and the old springs made a sound like waves back and forth.

Suddenly, a string of crisp bells ran past behind the sofa.

"WTF?!"

Song Yin, who was "in the middle of a busy schedule", still poked out his shaggy head from the back of the sofa, vigilantly checking the movement around him.

When his eyes shifted to the wooden door of the second dog's room, he saw an orange cat's tail with a golden bell on it, which flashed left and right through the crack of the door and then disappeared. There was also a red apple rolling on the ground, as if It was knocked off the cooking table when the cat "fleeed" in a hurry.

By the way, tonight is Christmas Eve...

He lifted up the bangs that covered his eyes, and then held down the hand that was reaching into the shirt that he had unbuttoned a few times.

"Don't worry."

He grabbed that hand, kissed the butterfly in the palm lightly, and threw a condescending wink at the same time.

"Arrange the tree first, then open the presents."

The author has something to say: Erhu: I really didn't mean it this time! !I just want to sneak past Mimi to find Ergou! ! ! ! !

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The details of Song Yin's own design of pattern printing are inspired by a reality show "Project Runway" in the United States. Designers often hand-paint pattern printing by themselves to create their own cloth.

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Don’t worry, everyone, anyway, the first time the two of them must confess is on Christmas Eve, so they can’t write anything, right~~

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Brother Nan used to be a group favorite in Yugutai... After all, he was young.The former team favorite today's captain, tsk tsk tsk