This past weekend, the man in the next door room raised his hand and walked into my room.
He loosened his tie and pulled at his collar.
Xiao Shou: What are you doing?
Gong: It's your turn tonight
Xiao Shou: Get out! Beenima disgusts me
Many years later, we met again.
Shou: Why did it have to be me in the first place?
[A somewhat evil-hearted boss (attack) × an innocent and funny young master (suffer)]
Drunk young master: Although you are handsome, you are too feminine. I am more in line with the standard of a handsome boy.
The social man who never pours eight glasses of wine: Well, I am really old and ugly.
Young Master: But... I like you... It's true
Intention: I have the boss in my hand, and I own the world
