LOVE CATCH

Hands covered the corners of his mouth.

"...I don't hate it. If it's in a place where there are no people..."

"Well, what do you mean?"

"So I said, I'd be ashamed to be hugged in front of so many people. It would be noticeable because we're both men."

Shibuya looked down at this man flustered by a misunderstanding with eyes colder than the Arctic Ocean.

"Because your hat is going to be blown away by the wind, so I pressed it down with my hands."

The president was still wondering what kind of hat it was, but he immediately sensed the metaphor in it, and he lowered his head with a blushing face.

"Hold, I'm sorry, I must be the most shameful man in the universe. Haha..."

I won't complain about the exaggerated burden on his shoulders. The shame caused by misunderstanding is his own fault, but the shivering figure is really pitiful.I didn't know how to smooth things over, so I changed the topic caused by misunderstanding.

"What do you want to give me?"

The president suddenly raised his head.

"Ah, yes. This, I want to give you this."

The president handed over a paper bag.

"When I went to a guest's house today, I received a lot of steamed stuffed buns from the other party. Eiko and Kosugi's share has already been selected, but there are still a lot left. There are many members in your family, so I thought I could give you all these steamed stuffed buns."

The little beasts of the family are always hungry and are super welcome when it comes to food.A month ago, on the third day of the cancellation of the date because of a slippery waist, the president sent a pastry as a gift.The younger brothers were very happy and finished the pastry the next day.

"Thank you. I am very happy"

Why did you call yourself to the square on purpose? You can just give it to yourself in the company.Shibuya thought so, and when he reached out to take the paper bag, he touched the president's hand.The man seemed to be taken aback, his slender fingers trembled, and the paper bag fell to his feet.

"Ah, sorry"

The president quickly squatted down to pick up the paper bag.

"I should say sorry"

Shibuya also bent forward with his knees bent, and then the head of the standing president hit him. With a sound of "Boom", Shibuya's eyes were filled with pain.The lower jaw suffered a violent head hammer, and Shibuya's body suddenly fell back.

"Yes, I'm sorry, it's okay!"

Although the jaw was numb, the pain was still tolerable.

"I'm really sorry"

The president's finger lightly touched Shibuya's jaw.Caressing his fingers tremblingly, very gentle.There is a feeling of being healed... Ah, not good.At this time, the wig slid back, and the president's hairline became unusually high.

"That, slipped down"

Remind me softly.

"Huh? What?"

"hat moved back"

The president didn't speak, just pulled the wig back to the front.This time the hairline is too low.Although I know the position is still wrong, but no matter how the president adjusts it up, down, left, and right, there is no way to move it to the most appropriate position.

Not wanting to see the president adjust the wig with an expression that is about to cry, "Let me do it" Shibuya made a move to straighten the position of the front hair and sideburns.The president bent down.

"Thank you"

The president held down the wig at the temples with his right hand. Is this to prevent the wig from being blown away by the wind?It’s ironic that the fist perm wig that gave the president confidence is not only fragile but also a weakness.

"Is such a hat really necessary?"

Can't help but ask out.

"Of course, it's a must for me"

The conversation with Aoyama during the day flashed through Shibuya's mind.

"I think it's better not to wear it"

"Without this, I'd be bald"

"Isn't it nice to shave your head?"

"It's too ugly to be bald at this age."

"It's not bad at all. I think, that would be great."

The president tilted his neck and looked up at Shibuya in disbelief.

"Do you like bald heads?"

Fist hot and bald head, the ultimate difficult choice between the two, the final winner is the bald head.

"Yes"

The president was silent for a while, and then apologized: "Sure enough, I'm still a bit against bald heads, sorry"

"There is no need to apologize for this kind of thing. The president apologizes too often, please be more frank"

"Is it... no, hug... no, no, ah..."

After repeating it several times, the president fell silent.

"Being bald is just my personal opinion, please don't take it too seriously."

Although I didn't say anything wrong, I always felt like I was bullying the president.Just don't mention the hair anymore.

"It's time for me to go back, and I have to prepare dinner. Thank you for those pastries"

The president raised his head.

"Obviously agreed that it will only take one minute, I'm sorry to delay you for so long"

Shibuya got on his bicycle and looked back.The president stood where he was just now, quietly looking at himself.After returning home, he handed the box containing the buns to Jean in the kitchen, and he danced miraculously against the box.This guy will definitely dance when something happens.Every time I watch him dance, I feel that he was an aborigine in the South in his previous life.

Taking out the steamed stuffed bun from the shaking box, Asahi ate it: "President~ He always gives us snacks, he's such a nice guy."

"yes"

Although all I remember are the unpleasant parts: hot fists, overconscious concerns, and uncoordinated conversations.Moreover, he still maintains the unexpected imagination of falling in love with a man who is more than 20 years apart.However, the president is indeed a good person.

After dinner, I checked Jean's homework and emailed the president.I thank him for giving me steamed stuffed buns, and I also wrote about the happy things of my family, so the email is a little longer than usual.Shibuya felt relieved after completing his duties as a member of society in a blink of an eye.It took only 3 minutes to get a reply.

"Your family is so happy, I'm really happy. I've run out of beer at home, and I'm going to go to the convenience store to buy it now. YH"

Close the phone cover.The sound of clattering rain came into my ears.The rain outside the window was falling violently like a typhoon.Do you still have to go to the convenience store in this weather?Shibuya drew the curtains while thinking.

After arriving at the company, Qingshan handed over a handwritten list: "This is today's commission." Two in the morning and three in the afternoon, a total of five.The temperature in mid-August is very high, and the decomposition of animal carcasses is also very fast.Therefore, owners hope that dead pets can be cremated as soon as possible.After considering the possibility of my own investment, I still seem to be very busy.

"Didn't you specify the president's request today?"

"Yes, but he entrusted it to you, a young and energetic man."

Shibuya was silent.Aoyama shrugged: "I'm just kidding."

"Fang Lang went to the hospital, rest today."

"Is the situation serious?"

"It seems to be a cold, but I don't know the exact situation. There are only three of us today, so Shibuya should work hard."

When it was raining yesterday, the president sent an email saying that he was going to a convenience store.Although I was very concerned, it would be troublesome to reply when I was sick, so Shibuya did not send an email to the president.

Sure enough, as expected, when there were only three people, there were requests that were not made in advance one after another.Shibuya went to the owner to collect the dead pet's remains, and then sent the remains back, just driving back and forth all day.It was past six o'clock in the evening when work was over.

I rushed to the supermarket in a hurry, bought something and went home to cook.It was already ten o'clock in the evening when I finished my housework and went to take a shower after a short rest.Originally, I wanted to ask about the situation of President Aoyama, but I had completely forgotten about it.Starting from the fruitless "connection", I will definitely receive an email from the president every nine o'clock, but today I didn't.Is it because I am not good at receiving letters (probably because I don’t know where the inbox is or something), when looking for the inbox in Shibuya, Asahi glanced at his mobile phone screen from the side, "Who are you sending an email to?" Ah~"

"Don't look around"

Hastily closed the phone screen.There is no word privacy in this home.

"Could it be a girlfriend?"

The freckled Asahi smirked.

"Just acquaintances"

"In that case, there's no need to hide it. If you're not a girlfriend, just show me the email."

Rudely slapping Asahi's outstretched hand away, and glancing at Asahi who retracted his hand in a panic, Shibuya went into the toilet clutching his phone tightly.In the only private space in the house, Shibuya sent an email to the president, "I heard that you went to the hospital, are you okay?"Usually, emails are answered within 3 minutes, but this time after 5 minutes... 10 minutes, there is still no news.The toilet door was knocked loudly. "Pee! The pee is about to leak out!" Zhong Ze wailed from outside the door.There was really no other way, so Shibuya had to free up his personal space.

Let's take a shower first, Shibuya checked his inbox again while naked in the locker room, but there was still no new mail.Shibuya couldn't calm down at all just by imagining the dirty room and the fallen president surrounded by two cats.I heard it was a cold, but if it gets worse...the president lives alone.Because there is no way to confirm whether the president is safe or not, what if something irreversible happens?

I don't want to worry about myself anymore.Shibuya called the president. "The phone you dialed is turned off, please try again later..." A ruthless voice came from the phone.It should be fine.Although I have told myself countless times, the things I care about are the things I care about.Shibuya ran to the entrance, picked up the bicycle key on the shoe cabinet and went out.It takes about 15 minutes to get there if you ride with all your strength.