ambiguous truth

Thinking about it carefully, this ambiguity is gradually derived from the long-term relationship. His family has a sweet wife, and she also has a loving husband. However, after spending eight hours a day together, plus social entertainment from time to time, when I think about it, the time spent with each other has exceeded the time that should belong to the other half. So, in such a situation, it is not surprising that the growth is a little ambiguous.

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He is her boss. He is in his prime, and he is full of heroism. She remembered that they attended a client's banquet together, and someone looked at them with ambiguous eyes, and only a few words showed the triumph of spying on the secret between them. She laughed. Before that, she had only regarded him as a cooperative colleague, a worthy boss, and nothing more. And at that moment, she glanced at him with the eyes of others, and suddenly realized that he was actually a charming man. Their eyes were entangled in the intertwining of gongs and chips, and they smiled meaningfully at each other.

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She started to make a cup of his favorite green tea and put it on his desk before going to work. He went to her office more and more frequently in the name of inspecting the work. They even blocked QQ and chatted between work. A sentence or two. After get off work, he deliberately, as a leader, invited everyone to have tea or dinner together, and then sat beside her amid the roar of people, letting each other's fingertips touch each other quietly and repeatedly amid the noise. The feeling of the current running through my heart is like first love, sweet and moving.

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One day in midsummer, he had an opportunity to go out to investigate, and because of his own selfishness, he took her with him. The bumps and hardships along the way, the beautiful scenery outside the car window, are not as good as the expectations for the upcoming night.

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After finally arriving at the first destination, the dinner party was hurriedly ended. He and her went back to their rooms, he sent her a text message, and waited for me, the client had something to do with me. After waiting for a few hours, her heart had dropped from the boiling Baidu to the usual constant temperature, and he finally called, with a slightly drunken tone in his tone. She was as light as a sensitive dove and flew into his room, her heart beating wildly uncontrollably. He was in the bathroom, and the sound of water was rushing, mixed with his out-of-tune singing. She laughed a little, glanced at his bed, and saw the clothes and trousers he threw on the bed, beside the expensive designer shirts, very discordantly draped over a pair of old and faded briefs with A few eye-opening holes. For a while, she was a little stunned, as if something had hit her self-esteem.

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After a while, he came out with a bath towel around his waist. His smile was still moving, calming her down a bit. But before the hug started, his cell phone rang. He took a look, his expression became tense, and he waved to her to be quiet, so she held her breath and heard him say to the cell phone, um, I was just about to rest, I missed you , Really, how about you, have you slept, can't you sleep? uh, me too...

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Her face was a little hot, she lowered her eyes, and saw his small belly bulging from sitting, and the big bright red shorts under the loose bath towel. She stood up abruptly and rushed out the door.

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She made an excuse to end her unjustified investigation trip ahead of schedule. Then, very calmly wrote a resignation letter.

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From now on, my heart is like stagnant water, and I no longer expect a little bit of unexpected turbulence. No one understands more closely than her that the ambiguous truth is so unbearable. The beauty is only the moment of view from a distance.