The host laughed: "Be serious, you have to treat yourself like you are confessing in church, it must be your own secret. Don't be perfunctory, there is no point in being perfunctory, be sincere, everyone should be sincere..."
Yan Xixi stared at the note. She couldn't figure out what secret she had and what to write.
"Okay, everyone has written it, right? One, two, three... you can pass the note in your hand to your colleague on the left..."
Yan Xixian put down her pen, folded the note and passed it to a female colleague. However, she deliberately did not look back, nor did she look at Huang Xiaojue on the left. She even did not want to receive his "secret" at all.
However, he had already handed over the note, and it was as if it was a normal relationship between colleagues, without any ups and downs.
Yan Xixian bravely accepted the note, but did not open it.
After a while, Huang Xiaojue's voice sounded, calmly: "Don't you want to take a look?"
She had to open the note, and there were only three words on it: "I love you."
There was a roar in her head, and she suddenly felt like she had lost all strength.
The eyes next to her were scorching, but she didn't dare to face them.
It turns out that he knew.
He has always known that he is in this company; he has always been aware of his every move - it is ridiculous that he deceives himself, thinking that if he buries his head in the sand, he can really not see.
The note was crumpled and sweaty in the palm of her hand. She kept lowering her head and looking at her toes. At that time, the host had already put the ashtray in the middle: "Okay, everyone put the paper down."
Throw it in. This secret is just a joke. After today, I hope everyone will forget it..."
All the small notes were gathered in the ashtray, a burst of flames burst out, and turned into ashes.
Everyone was laughing and joking and started singing, drinking, and guessing... Huang Xiaojue was pulled by two enthusiastic beautiful colleagues and began to take turns singing love songs.
Yan Xixi hid in the bathroom and didn't come out for a long time.
She was completely confused, as if she didn't know how to continue tomorrow. That was a mistake, and she shouldn't have signed the contract in the first place.
She walked out of the bathroom and looked over inadvertently. Huang Xiaojue was being surrounded by a large number of people playing guessing games. None of them noticed her. She quietly explained to a female colleague next to her that she had a headache and felt uncomfortable and had to go early.
go back.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she quietly slipped out of the KTV door.
Thousands of lights are on the streets, and the city is still very lively. The streets are crowded with people. Foreign festivals have completely taken over China. Many young people are wearing Christmas hats and holding big inflatable sticks, whizzing back and forth.
There were too many people to take a taxi. She crossed the intersection and walked to the opposite street, where the flow of people was relatively sparse.
However, taxis whizzed by and were still full.
She leaned against the street tree behind her, feeling weak all over.
Just as he was about to continue walking forward, he was suddenly held tightly by a pair of big hands.
Her heart trembled.
"Xiao Xi, I can't help it! I can't pretend that I don't know you when I see you every day. I've known about you since the first day you came to the company, but I'm afraid that you will leave, and I'm afraid that I won't see you again like before.
Without you, I don't dare to look for you, nor take the initiative to talk to you, or even let you find out that I know your existence... But, Xiaoxi, I think about you every day, I think about it crazy, I can't
To endure such days..."
That was the biggest secret he wrote to her tonight, just like the three simple words on the note.
"Xixi, I love you!"
She burst into tears and tried her best to wave away his hand.
