LOVE CATCH

valley shoulders.Unknowingly, the distance has become so close, and I am not bound by etiquette.

"It's very patient and nice, it's very gentle. Shibuya is a good boy. Really a good boy. I want to have a son like that too."

The president who was speaking next to him smelled of alcohol.Already quite drunk... Just as he was wondering, the president slowly leaned towards him.Good weight.

"Are you okay?"

I tried to make him sit upright with my shoulders, but the president wobbled like a konjac.Finally, he lay down with his head on his knees.The wig slid to the upper corner, as if it would fall off if it moved again.Shibuya hurriedly pulled it back.Then the president squinted his eyes like a cat.

"Are you touching my head? So happy"

It's not touching your head, it's helping you to correct the position of the wig... There is no way to say such words in front of Aoyama and Xiaoshan.

"President, it will be troublesome for you to rely on Shibuya like this."

Even though Kosugi taught him a lesson, the president still lay on Shibuya's lap and didn't get up.Whispering like a child.

"I'm not drunk! I just want to tell Shibuya..."

Before he finished speaking, the president's face relaxed, and not long after, he heard his comfortable sleeping sound.

"The president seems to be drunk. He drank too much. Shibuya, it's okay to let him sleep next to him."

Kosugi muttered helplessly.

"it does not matter."

Ignoring the president's head resting on his lap, Shibuya caught a shrimp in a stew.

"But wouldn't the head be heavy on the lap?"

"I'm used to this level."

Dreaming that I was drowning, "ha-ha-" I opened my eyes with difficulty breathing, and it was commonplace to find my brother pressing on me.

"Yoshiro-kun seems to be completely asleep."

Aoyama approached little by little like a cat on all fours, and then roughly shook the exhausted president's shoulder.Aoyama shook his head so much, the president didn't even blink his eyes.

"Last year's employee trip was the same. Our cute little bald guy obviously has a bad drink capacity, but he still likes to drink."

Is it because he drank too much wine, Qing Shan became very vicious.Because they are childhood sweethearts, Aoyama and the president have been talking informally since before.Even so, what I said tonight is too poisonous.

"Stop calling 'baldhead' and 'baldhead'! If the president wakes up, it's all over."

Even Xiaoshan's persuasion could not stop the smug Qingshan from talking.

"I definitely won't wake up! And the bald head is the bald head. If you are young, it would be pitiful, but in fact, he is almost 50 years old. It's better to give up quickly. I heard that Shibuya-kun sewed him up. When the wig fell out, I almost laughed out loud."

Although I told the president that I would not tell anyone, but I went back late that day, and I was questioned by Aoyama. At first, I made excuses such as "I have been waiting for the guests to calm down...", but in the end, Aoyama sternly Confess under questioning.After listening to Shibuya's words, whenever Aoyama saw the president lower his head that day, he would put on an exaggerated look trying to hold back his laughter.

"Fang Lang's hair is getting less and less, and it will almost fall out after [-]. You are the one who said this. I was only invited to join this company five years ago. At that time, the president was already wearing fists." It’s hot, so I don’t know the condition of his hair, but I heard Shibuya’s words before, and the hair should fall very badly. Is it the feeling of a down-and-out samurai? (Note: It’s a Mediterranean hairstyle)”

"The down-and-out samurai still have hair. The president is almost bald, with only a few strands of hair left here and there. I can understand the feeling of clinging to the wig."

Shibuya's voice was naturally lowered in consideration of the president who was asleep on his lap.

"It's all gone. When I worked with the president in the previous company, the top of his head seemed to be desolate. At that time, he seemed to have a kappa head."

Xiaoshan frowned.Aoyama laughed when he heard that.

"Let me see the real thing"

Aoyama's two hands slowly approached the president's fist to perm the wig.

"Please don't do this. The president is also very pitiful."

Xiaoshan hurriedly stopped Qingshan.

"But I'm so worried that I can't sleep! It's okay, just watch it. It's fine if you don't tell me."

Aoyama had a smirk on his face, "Okay, the niche is open~" and took off the president's wig.

Under the sunlight, the bald head shone brightly.There are a few strands of hair about three centimeters long that are sparse like the beards of a fairy, and they desperately say "I'm not bald!".No matter how many times you see it, you will inevitably feel a sense of loneliness and sadness.

“really bald”

Aoyama said lightly.Kosugi also stared at the president's head, pressing his forehead "Wow".

"Has it fallen to this level..."

"Wouldn't it be better to shave all of them, it's really miserable to have a few hairs like this"

While muttering, Aoyama tapped on the bald head like the dry winter land.

"Oh, it's so annoying! It's so slippery and comfortable! Shibuya and Kosugi, come and pet them too~"

Even if you said something about touching... Shibuya hesitated.Kosugi, who has never played too much, also leaned over and touched the president's head lightly.

"It's an incredible touch.

"Shibuya, you come too~"

"Ah, I won't..."

Although he refused, Qingshan still forcibly took his hand and touched it.The fingertips touched the top of the head, and then gradually became warmer.The hand slid back and forth on the president's head, that unique feeling of light made Shibuya's back shudder.

Except for Wunan Ushio, all the other younger brothers were shaved by Shibuya to have a crew cut, and none of them were as bald as the president.

First experience touching baldness.I didn't know that the human scalp feels so good.As if wanting to confirm how comfortable he was, Shibuya patted his slippery head over and over again.How would it feel if you rubbed your cheek against your head?Unknowingly, a subtle impulse surged in Shibuya's heart, and he quickly took his hand away from the president's head. ... What happened to me?

"Although I feel that the president looks better with shaved hair, it must be difficult to convince him."

Kosugi looked down at the president's bald head while stroking her hair.

"I'm also at this age, and there are many people with short hair around me. Everyone says that the few remaining hairs are as important as their lives."

"Oh, no matter how shameful it is, it's ugly, it's ugly, it's ugly. Let's face it"

Qingshan's words were harsh and merciless.

"Hoshiro is good for a shaved head. His head is in good shape too. Shibuya-kun, don't you think so?"

"I think a bald head is really cool."

After answering Aoyama honestly, Shibuya came back to his senses.The initial "education" was so terrible that I dare not lie to Qingshan now.

Compared to the weird Kitenrye (you can go to Baidu, from Fujiko Fujio's "Kittenrye Encyclopedia") with hot fists, it's better to be bald.I really hope he doesn't wear them.Just throw this wig into the fire and burn it. "

Aoyama's fingers pressed against his fist to perm the wig and turned around.

"No way"

Xiaoshan shook her head in distress.

"The president is a slender person. And who is going to tell him not to wear a wig?"

Aoyama looked at Shibuya, and the eyes of the two collided.

"Of the three of us, 'only' Shibuya knows what the president really looks like..."

"No."

Quickly declined.

"Why? Didn't you yourself say that Fang Lang looks handsome with a bald head?"

Aoyama looked like he wanted to find fault.

"People have all kinds of hobbies. Although it's strange to have a hot fist, I'm used to it, and it doesn't hinder my work."

"According to what you say, Fang Lang will wear his fists even when he is 80 or 90 years old! Is this really good?"

Even if the 90-year-old president wears a wig according to his own will, and then people around him look at him with strange eyes, it has nothing to do with him.

"I, I... I'm just saying this here, I hate hot fists so much!"

Aoyama threw out the wig permed by his fist, and the wig hit the partition and fell onto the tatami with a "slap".

"If only hot fists disappeared from this world! Who the hell invented this hairstyle!"

Aoyama flopped on the tatami mat with hands and feet.How old are you... Shibuya swallowed his complaints forcefully.Alcohol is horrible.They have taken away the rationality of adults, big and small.

Aoyama, who was coquettishly like a child, got up suddenly, and took out a pen from the small cosmetic bag.I thought she was going to do something, but I saw that she wrote "bald LOVE" on the president's most conspicuous forehead.

"Don't do that, Aoyama."

Although Xiaoshan was blaming Qingshan, she also laughed.

"We love Fang Lang's bald head deeply"

"Although we don't care if the president is bald, but he himself is very concerned about what to do. Shibuya, please erase the words on the president's head."

Taking the wet wipe from Kosugi, Shibuya gently wiped it on the president's head...but it couldn't be wiped off.Just faded a little.I thought the pen was water soluble, but could it be oily?I rubbed it hard with a little crunch, and then my hand slipped.

There was a puffing sound.There is a bad feeling. ...Looking at the president's head, the lock of hair that was next to the graffiti just now is gone.I turned the wet wipe over and saw that there was indeed a bunch of hair.Shibuya's face turned blue with fright.With slender hair, it is easy to say goodbye to this world after being wiped by Shibuya.