“Why are you waiting for me?”
Steven Song goes to the trunk in silence and takes out two boxes.
He hands me one of the boxes.
The box is pretty heavy, and I don’t know what is in it.
“Let's go.”
Steven Song says as he leads me inside, “Donny told me about what happened yesterday when you
came downstairs so of course I am going to help you too. I found that you were late for work this
morning, so I got a chance to help you. Otherwise it would be really hard for you to survive in this
company.”
“Thanks.” I say softly, feeling sincere gratitude for Steven Song.
Thanks to his help, otherwise other employees would really think that I have affairs with Steven, course
recently I am always come to work late and leave early.
When colleagues see Steven and I carrying stuff upstairs together, they all think we were going
shopping for company. They just give me a glance and go back to doing their own things.
It seems that Steven Song's trick really worked.
After carrying the box up the stairs, I am ready to leave.
But Steven Song stops me.
“Don't be in a hurry to leave.”
Then Steven Song opens one box and the rich scent of mangoes comes out.
Yum.
I love mangoes, and when I see him take out a big, red mango, I almost drool.
Plus, I didn’t have breakfast. I feel my eyes lightening up as I look at the box of mangoes.
“Eat one before you go.”
Steven Song cuts a nice mango and hands it to me.
“What kind of mango is it and why does it smell so good?” After eating half of it, I turn to Steven Song
and ask.
“Someone else brought it back to me from overseas, I don't know, I don't usually eat this stuff. It
happens to be in the trunk, so I use the boxes for materials. If you like it, you can have more, since I
don't eat it anyway.”
“I think you can eat one. It's really good.”
I say, giving the other half to Steven Song.
He looks at me suspiciously, but eventually takes the mango and quickly eats it.
“It tastes really good.”
He praises.
“Am I right? I told you it was delicious.”
Half of the mango is not enough for me, so I pick up another one and start cutting it up.
Then, I give another half to Steven Song.
Suddenly, it feels like something is wrong.
“Why do you keep looking at me?”
Steven Song asks me confusingly.
“Why do I get the feeling that your lips are a little swollen than they were just now? Also, there seems
to be some little red spots around your lips.”
“Well, I do feel my mouth a little numb, and the sides of my lips begin to itch, too.”
Steven Song says, starting to scratch around his lips, and those red spots are becoming more and
more noticeable.
“Oh no, are you allergic to mangoes?” I am alarmed.
I'm allergic to alcohol, so the more I look at him, the more I think his symptom is allergy.
“But I remember eating a mango once when I was a kid, and nothing happened then.” Steven Song
says.
“You idiot! Allergic reaction won’t show up until the second time you eat it. You weren't paying attention
in school. Stop it and go to the hospital. Allergy can be serious.”
Steven Song nods, put on his mask and follows me downstairs.
He insists that I go to the hospital with him, and as for the reason, he wouldn't tell me.
He is the boss, I couldn't argue with him, so I could only go out of the company with him in the
presence of everyone.
I accompany him to the hospital and register for him.
“As for your case, it's better to get an injection.”
“An injection?”
Steven Song slumps to one side, and he is about to collapse on me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask confusedly.
“I am afraid of needles.” Steven Song whispers to me with a bitter face.
“Ha, ha!”
I couldn't help laughing out loud.
I didn't expect that someone who is so arrogant would be afraid of a tiny needle.
“Stop laughing, okay?” Steven Song rages at me.
I nod, but laugh even happier.
At the end, I am laughing so loud that my stomach hurts. I cover my stomach, but I am drawn to two
figures in the hallway.
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