You Are Deep in The Stars

Chapter 43 - Can I Exchange Half a Year’s Salary for A Hug? II



The young and budding girls chattered, sharing their blushing secrets with each other. The lounge was filled with youthful energy and the sweet tang of secret crushes. Even Mr. Han, who was passing by, couldn’t help but smile.

Bai Xi stood opposite and looked at him faintly.

“Want some coffee?” Han Zhuo stopped and looked at the coffee cup in his hand.

“What are you smiling at?” Bai Xi asked.

Han Zhuo thought for a while: “…Keep smiling at all times. This is the company policy.”

That was the rule for the front desk!

Bai Xi wanted to hit Mr. Han on the head with a coffee cup.

But he didn’t.

Because no matter what his identity was, whether as a bodyguard, driver, teacher, or friend, it was a very reasonable thing to ask for privacy.

It was him who was unreasonable.

Han Zhuo suddenly took two steps back.

Bai Xi wondered: “What are you doing?”

Han Zhuo answered truthfully: “I think you want to hit me.”

Bai Xi felt a tightness in his chest.

He decisively returned to the office. In the short term—at least within two hours—he did not want to see Mr. Han again.

Liu Chunchun volunteered to help him analyze: “Could it be that the food you cooked was too unpalatable? Look, Brother Han was fine when he first came home. After eating, he wanted privacy.” He probably wanted to diss the boss’s cooking skills.

Bai Xi said: “Get out.”

Liu Chunchun hung up the phone, heartbroken.

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That night, Bai Xi sat in the office until early in the morning, but he did not actually work overtime. Instead, he used this time to seriously reflect on his unreasonable behavior.

“It’s already very late.” Han Zhuo came over and knocked on the door. “Do you really plan to stay up all night?”

“Come here.” Bai Xi twitched his fingers at him, like the big bad wolf seducing Little Red Riding Hood.

Han Zhuo: “…”

“Forget it, let’s talk about it when we go home.” Bai Xi changed his mind temporarily. He rolled up his coat and computer in a hurry, and then said, “I’ll drive later!”

Mr. Han was in shock and was taken to the parking lot as if being kidnapped.

Bai Xi fastened his seat belt with a click and then asked, “What music do you want to play?”

Han Zhuo probed: “Am I going to be fired?”

Bai Xi was amused by his question, and he bent his eyes and shook his head.

The familiar smile, the familiar childishness.

So, Mr. Han also laughed and said gently: “You’re very tired from work; let me drive.”

Bai Xi stepped on the accelerator.

Accompanied by the wild midnight heavy metal, Bai Xi drove the car home at full speed, took out two bottles of beer from the refrigerator, and pulled Han Zhuo to sit on the sofa.

The talks officially began.

Han Zhuo couldn’t help but stretch out his hand and test the temperature of Bai Xi’s forehead.

“I don’t have a fever.” Bai Xi avoided him and said solemnly, “I apologize.”

“What are you apologizing for?” Han Zhuo was confused.

“Of course, you can have your own privacy; I can’t be unhappy because of this.” Bai Xi handed the beer to him with both hands. “I’m sorry.”

Han Zhuo looked into his sparkling eyes, smiled, and shook his head: “It doesn’t matter. You’re still cute when you’re making trouble unreasonably; I can totally accept it.”

Bai Xi opened the beer tab: “Okay, I agree. If you need my help in any way in the future, just ask.”

Han Zhuo nodded: “Okay.”

The small friction during the day was eliminated, and Bai Xi suddenly remembered another thing: “By the way, I thought about Chunchun again. What do you think? How can I make him accept it calmly? The tragic reality that I am also Ultraman Tiga?”

Hearing him mention Liu Chunchun again, Mr. Han didn’t have time to feel disappointed, but his mood took a 180-degree turn because of the second half of the sentence. He was stunned for a rare moment, then asked uncertainly: “Tell Chunchun you are a superpower?”

“Yeah, you don’t know, I almost exposed my secret during the day.” Bai Xi stuffed the cushion into his arms. “Rather than scare him out again, it’s better to confess earlier.”

Han Zhuo looked at him without saying anything.

The room fell into a long silence again, so long that even Bai Xi began to feel guilty, so he took the initiative to say: “Well, if you don’t want to, I don’t have to say anything.”

“So, this is what you have to consider?” Han Zhuo asked again.

“Yes, what else?” Bai Xi crossed his legs. “Chunchun is very timid. We played together in college, and he didn’t even dare to take shortcuts when we went home. It was only ten o’clock in the evening, and he insisted that there was a drug gang in the alley.”

Mr. Han looked at him and smiled.

“What are you so happy about?” Bai Xi was confused.

Han Zhuo suddenly asked: “Can I hug you?”

Bai Xi moved back silently: “What’s the reason?”

“No reason.” Han Zhuo replied.

There was no reason why he wanted to hug him. Bai Xi thought about it and said, “I—huh!”

“Please.” Han Zhuo wrapped his arms around his body, pulled him into his arms, and laughed softly, “I don’t want a salary this month, okay?”

“Am I only worth a month?” Bai Xi curled his lips. “At least half a year.”

Han Zhuo nodded: “Deal.”

Mr. Han’s monthly salary was very high.

So, this expensive hug should take at least five minutes.

Or longer.

And longer.


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