Chapter 3 — Dad's Good Brother Is My Boyfriend

“Isn't it the girl in the game who gave birth to three 'children' with me, every night asking me to kiss her goodnight, and last night even sent a voice saying 'hey... more...', Mieu Mieu?” Every word, every detail, stabbed into my most humiliating memory! He spoke again calmly as if rereading the inventory list, but also imitated my sticky moan in my voice last night! "Boom!" I felt like my head was smoking, half of my soul had flown out. "Or," He took a step forward, the faint cold wood scent mixed with the terrible pressure enveloped me again, "You are not the one from 'Gypsy Stars Moon' with the ID 'Miao Miao loves candy', pressed. I have to change my name to 'Miao candy jar'?" I was completely petrified. Even the ID was taken out! He prepared in advance! This is no coincidence, but a deliberate trial! “I… I…” I stammered, my mind blank, with only one thought left: Run! Having to run away from this scene that made me want to die of humiliation immediately! "Sorry, General Manager La! I... I'm going to get cleaning tools!" I almost screamed, then immediately turned around, yanked open the heavy door of the office, like a scared rabbit, stumbling out, not paying attention to the coffee stains on the toes of my shoes. Behind me, there seemed to be a very soft, very low laugh, carrying the satisfaction of achieving my goal, as light as a feather but scratching my nerves that were tense to the point of breaking. 3In the following days, my life officially entered hell mode — no, it should be called the period of "mental reconstruction after a completely destructive social explosion". During the day, I am To's assistant. Wearing discreet office clothes, high heels that hurt my heels to the point of bleeding, tiptoeing to work under La Thua - my direct boss, my father's long-time friend, "Uncle La" in name, and also the "good brother" I once loved online for three months. He works seriously, clearly and without loopholes. Assign tasks clearly and have strict requirements. That low, easy-to-listen voice, every time it rang out in the quiet office, seemed to carry a light electric current, touching my extremely sensitive nerves because of my awareness of my two identities. When he frowned and read the documents, when he signed his name decisively, or simply leaned against the back of the chair, the sunlight passing by outlined the corners of his perfect face... each of those moments both made me crazy about his beauty and made the memories of "dying of shame" rush up. I was screaming in my head: "Aaaaaaa the boss is so handsome! But he is a 'good brother', oh my god! This hand once signed a document, and also (in the game) hugged my waist! This angle of his face is so beautiful, I still clearly remember the mole on his collarbone! This deep voice! Kill me! Kill me with the exact way you said in your voice last night!" He slapped himself in the face again: "To Mieu Mieu, wake up! What the hell are you thinking?! You know who he is! Think back to those embarrassing messages! Think about how many of your secrets he has in his hands! You'll die of shame! Do you dare to dream any more?!" This feeling of being both hot and cold, wanting to die and not daring to die, is enough to make people crazy. And he's clearly enjoying it. He was like a skilled hunter, perfectly controlling the boundary between "strict boss" and "online lover", occasionally using the "two swords to match" move, the goal was clear: Stripping me of my disguise, enjoying my pathetic appearance, forcing me to face reality. For example, he once asked me to write a meeting memo. “Assistant To,” without raising his head, his voice was calm, “Point three, ‘optimize the user experience

use, increase attachment', the sentence after 'must stick like you stick to me'... go away." He paused for a beat, finally raising his head to look at me. The corner of his lips curled up in a very small smile, as if he knew everything: "...The sentence is too casual, and... at the wrong time."There it is! Quoting the message again! He's smiling! He's definitely remembering how I coddled with him in the guild channel! You devil! Face I made a red "boom" sound! Ostrich mode immediately started. I pretended to be calm, bowed my head and pretended to write attentively: "Yes, General Manager, I'll fix it right away." In my heart: Delete! Delete it! Another example, during lunch break, I was staring blankly at the screen, in my mind I kept replaying the part of "good guy" reading the love poem in a deep voice last night, and I couldn't help but grin. grinned. "Assistant To." La Thua's voice suddenly rang out from behind, making my mind fly into the clouds, almost jumping out of my chair. "Are you done looking at the plan? Are you smiling so brightly?" I panicked and quickly closed the open tab, my heart almost flew out of my throat. I squeezed out all my acting skills and forced a smile: "Not... not yet, General Director, I... I'm thinking about... the user motivation part! Right! Excited!" He said "oh" with a meaningful tone. His long, slender finger slowly, full of pressure, pointed to the plan sheet with his pen strokes: "Motivation is okay, but 'using your body to repay me' like this, writing it into the plan is... not very good, right?" I followed his finger. On the white paper below the document, were the words I scribbled while lost: "Brother, reward me ~ repaying me with my body!"