LOVE CATCH

want to? "

Shibuya, who was stared at by Aoyama, fell silent.Maybe he saw his confusion, "Don't think so much!" Qing Shan smiled slightly.

"Say what you think."

Isn't this really bullying new members?I didn't expect to be baptized like this on the first day of work.If you get caught talking, it's over.Never say what you really think.

"Even if you say so, I do think it's a beautiful hairstyle..."

Sensing Shibuya's attitude of trying to escape, Aoyama opened his mouth wide like a threatening cat.

"I won't tell Fang Lang-kun! Tell the truth!"

Is the adult society so terrible?Trembling at every step, Shibuya finally told the truth: "That hair, is it... a wig?"

"You really think so! What about the others?"

Aoyama asked relentlessly.

"That...although it's just my personal opinion...but I don't think the president is suitable for fisting at all."

The tension that was flowing between the two of them suddenly eased, and Aoyama sighed deeply.

"It's really disturbing."

"Uh, uh... sorry for the impolite words."

"It doesn't matter. There is nothing wrong with your feeling. The strange thing is that Fang Lang is right. Putting on a wig so deliberately, and thinking that he is not showing his feet."

"Anyway" Aoyama pointed at Shibuya as if he wanted to stab Shibuya to death.

"You must never say in front of Fang Lang that he is wearing a wig. 'Wig' is a forbidden word. Also, please try to avoid saying words like 'bald'."

According to Aoyama, two years ago, when the president went to pick up the dead hamster he entrusted, the elementary school students near his home said "Ojisan! Bald!", and he was so depressed that he even refused to go to work for the next week.

"It's unheard of for the president to be absent from work. He was worried that the company would go bankrupt, so he came to work on the eighth day. He also wore a new fist perm wig. He seemed to think that he would show his secrets in front of elementary school students because Wearing the 'old wig', the 'new wig' must be fine. Anyway, this is not a joke, the wig issue is related to the survival of this company."

After being severely taught by Aoyama, Shibuya continued to turn a blind eye to the president's hair, but what should he do if he stumbled across the fake hair scene by accident.

The number of members in the company is already very tight. If the president skips work because of mental damage, he will undoubtedly have to work overtime.If you can't go home on time, you won't have time to cook, clean, or do laundry... The real problems are heavily on Shibuya's shoulders.

No, wait, calm down and think about it, the relationship between each other is consistent.What the president cares about is whether his wig is exposed, so how about explaining it pre-emptively?

The signal light had turned red, and Shibuya stepped on the brakes quickly.Take a deep breath.

"I promise, I won't tell anyone about the wig"

The president turned around abruptly.

"...As expected, you have seen it all."

The wig fell out so obviously, it would be too fake to insist that I didn't see it.

"You did see it."

Shibuya had no way of replying to this repeated chanting like a curse, other than "yes".The president arched his back and let out a strange humming sound.He had his head down, the wig was parted right in the middle, and the color of his scalp was visible.I thought it was a cracked scalp and was startled, but when I looked closely, I found that it was just a torn wig.It may be because the wig was scratched on the carriage before.

"Can you park your car where there are no people?"

From the side came the faint voice of the president.From here to the company is a relatively busy street, if you want to park, you can only park at the roadblock or the parking lot of the convenience store.Although it took a long detour to go back to the company, I still passed the signal light in front of me, deviated to the left and drove south.

Passing through the residential area and driving along the river, you can see abandoned factories.Because the factory is at the end of the road, it is almost impossible for cars to get through.Shibuya parked his car in the shade of the fence surrounding the factory.There are very lush weeds growing beside the road, which gives people a gloomy feeling even though it is daytime.

"Can I stop here?"

The president who finally raised his head looked like he was about to cry.

"He... hope you don't tell anyone about my hair."

There was a whistling wind.The branches of miscellaneous trees swayed greatly.Although the car windows were closed, the president pressed his hair tightly with both hands, as if he was worried that the wig would be blown away when Shibuya exhaled.

"I won't tell anyone."

"You really can't tell anyone! Yingzijiang, and Xiaoshan, you can't tell them."

Those two knew each other a long time ago.It is precisely because I know this fact that I feel pitiful for such a desperate president.

"I really won't say it."

Even if Shibuya promised twice, the president's stiff expression still didn't relax.

"A young man like you must think that I look funny when I'm obsessed with wigs."

There is no way to say "it is true", so I can only deny "there is absolutely no such thing".Recalling the wig dangling from the carriage.If I had seen such a funny scene before, I would have laughed out loud.Realizing that he was showing signs of laughing, Shibuya immediately tightened the corners of his mouth, and twisted his thigh decisively.The president is looking at himself.Can't laugh, even if you die, you can't laugh.This is not a joke, this moment is related to the survival of the company.

"Shibuya, what do you think after seeing my head?"

If he directly said "totally bald", would the president feel that he was contemptuous of the few remaining hairs on his head?

"How much... and a little hair..."

Tell the truth.The president laughed like he was laughing at himself.

"It's ugly. I used to have very little hair, and after I turned 30, I started to lose a lot of hair. The less hair I have, the more stress I have, and the more serious it is... so it forms a vicious circle. I also watched it Doctor, but the doctor said that this kind of fall is very rare. It was very hard at that time, I always felt that everyone was laughing at my hair behind my back, I felt very ashamed, and I couldn’t even sleep well at night. Met this wig."

The president poked his fist with his fingertips proudly.

"It feels like being struck by lightning. It's a strong underworld image, but it's not. It works perfectly, and it's a great hairstyle, even for hard work."

He obviously didn't ask, but the president talked about his love words for his fists.If it was impacted by long hair at that time.The president will wear a long wig. ...It's nothing, but why don't you have a sense of destiny for the seven-thirds that match your age?

"Actually, since I put on this wig, my luck has come. My work has gradually got on track."

If being able to look forward positively is all thanks to the wig, even having hot fists has its meaning.

Shibuya glanced at his watch.It is much later than the original plan to return to the company now.Although it is planned to send the cat back tomorrow, if you don't go back sooner, you won't be able to catch up with today's cremation.If the work is not finished, there is no way to go to school in the evening to pick up the child with a fever.Obviously, Dr. Huatian was kind enough to take care of her, but I really didn't want to cause her any more trouble.

"I'm about to go back, right? There's not much time left."

The man next to him didn't answer.Thinking he didn't hear me, I asked again.As if casting a spell, the president slid his hands up and down his head.

"I won't tell anyone, I will abide by the agreement."

Shibuya emphasized again, looking at the face of the president who lowered his head.

"Can... can I go home?"

ha?Shibuya asked again.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

There was silence in the car.If you are not feeling well, there is nothing you can do, and you can't complain about unexpected things.If you just keep silent like this, you can't do anything.And the face of the president is not so bad that he must go home and sleep immediately.The president's unexcused absence from work due to the exposure of the wig flashed through his mind.Could it be because the wig matter made him unhappy, so he said he wanted to go back now?The man didn't say anything, the time just passed, and Shibuya became irritable.

"Anyway, let's go back first."

The hand on the shifter was firmly held from above.

"wait wait wait"

"Isn't it better to go back to the company to rest than to stay here?"

"wig……"

Shibuya frowned.Is it really because of this?

"I won't tell anyone. It's an appointment, isn't it?"

"No, no, fake, the wig is very strange. The current wig is very strange!"

The president yelled loudly.

"The sideburns are much lower than usual. It feels cool on the head...could it be broken?"

The president lowered his head and showed Shibuya the top of the wig.

“It was a bit broken”

The president's face suddenly turned livid.

"In this way, everyone will definitely notice my wig."

The probability of going to see the top of the head is very small, right?Although I thought so, Shibuya still gave a solution: "How about buying a hat and wearing it?"

"I haven't worn a hat in years. It would be horrible if the hat and wig came off..."

If this kind of thinking circuit was my younger brother, I would have already moved my fist.Shibuya stretched out his right hand, "Please take off the wig."

The president held his head tightly.

"You, what are you going to do?"

"If it's broken, just sew it up. Is there anything emergency?"

"Just, even if you say you want