Is it difficult to fall in love? My male mother taught me step by step

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When Yu Zerong saw the message, his hands shook involuntarily.

Jiang Mian actually sent him a message saying that he would come to pick up the cat at three o'clock and asked him to send his location.

This sudden news made Yu Zerong feel both surprised and nervous.

He hurried into the bathroom and began to carefully examine his clothes and hairstyle.

No matter how I look at it, I feel dissatisfied.

He felt that the suit he was wearing was too formal and looked distant.

Moreover, he began to worry about whether his bangs were too long.

Yu Zerong tied up his hair unsatisfactorily, but then he felt that it was still not handsome enough, so he let it down again.

"Mr. Zhan! Call the stylist!" Yu Zerong returned to the office and called his assistant who earned a million dollars a year.

Zhan Xian was stunned: "Should I call you to the company?"

"Ah."

Yu Zerong has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a sharp and three-dimensional face, and her hair scattered on the sides of her face creates a very atmospheric feeling.

Zhan Xian: Still need to take care of it? Bro, you're so handsome, what else are you dissatisfied with?

Yu Zerong looked at Zhan Xian's puzzled expression and asked, "Why are you standing there?"

"Mr. Yu, there is a R&D meeting this afternoon," he reminded.

"Reschedule."

"Okay, when will it be changed?"

Yu Zerong frowned: "You decide. Stop talking nonsense and call the stylist." It's already 1 o'clock, and there are still two hours left. What should I do?

Zhan Xian: "Okay, Mr. Yu, please wait a moment." What a psycho! He hated being in love.

The stylist worked quickly, slicking his hair back. Yu Zerong frowned, "It feels too distant."

Tony raised his orchid finger: "Henry Cavill and John Lone have the same hairstyle."

"It's the standard for a mature man, so handsome." Tony held his heart, and he was almost moved by what he saw.

Even a suit can't hide his bulging chest muscles.

It is not without reason that moderate fitness attracts the opposite sex, while excessive fitness attracts the same sex.

They met at three o'clock. From one o'clock, Yu Zerong began to look forward to it and feel anxious, but also began to feel happy.

He repeatedly adjusted his clothes and hair, 'in advance' was his unique romance.

At half past two, Yu Zerong packed up everything and looked at Xiaobo who was sucking nepeta, hesitating whether to take it away.

After some thought, he decided to put it in the office so that Jiang Mian could still be alone with him for a while.

He looked in the mirror one last time and prepared to go downstairs to wait.

Zhan Xian followed closely behind.

"Go buy some small cakes and milk tea." He said while standing in the elevator.

"Okay, Mr. Yu."

"You must buy the three flavors of cake: strawberry, peach, and green grape."

"Three parts sugar in milk tea, no pearls." He blurted out Jiang Mian's preference.

"Okay, Mr. Yu."

The Binjiang Group's entire building covers many industrial departments, and the layout and functions of the first floor are mainly divided into two parts.

One side is the office area and the other side is the reception area, separated by glass.

Yu Zerong sat on the sofa by the door, and people around him began to whisper.

"Why did Mr. Yu come down?" asked a receptionist squatting behind a shelter.

Damn, her work clothes were stained by coffee today, and now if she is caught without them, she will be fined 200 yuan.

"Where is your dress?" asked the person sitting next to her.

"washed."

"You're unlucky then." The woman sitting there gave a fake smile and nudged her with her toes. "Boss Yu is looking over here. Hurry up and get up! It'll be more obvious if someone's missing here."

The man shrank back and didn't dare to take any risk with his 200 yuan.

Yu Zerong took a quick glance and then looked away. He didn't have the mind to observe how many employees were needed to sit at the front desk.

His brain had shut down, like a snowy TV, repeatedly broadcasting tension.

The closer the time got, the harder it was for him to calm down, and his heart was pounding.

People in the office area were peeking through the glass doors, as their chances of seeing the group's top management were very rare.

On weekdays when going to work, Mr. Yu would take the exclusive elevator directly upstairs.

They looked at the legendary heir of the group with curiosity.

"Mr. Yu is so handsome!" The young girl with short hair looked outside with stars in her eyes.

A woman next to her who looked a few years older than her took a sip of coffee and said, "Nuannuan just graduated and this is what happens."

"Sister Ziling, what do you mean?" the young girl asked in confusion.

"When you go to school for two more years, you will wish all the leaders in the world would explode," Ziling said.

"Who can develop feelings in such a harsh environment?" The office is a place where resentment is so deep.

"But he is very handsome, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He is your leader, your boyfriend, and your support." The young girl became more and more yearning as she spoke, and her words were full of admiration for him.

Ziling doesn't care whether his leaders are handsome or rich, he just wants to beat them all to death with a stick.

Of course, except for the day when she received her salary, that was the only day she loved her boss and the company particularly.

Ziling looked at the young girl. She had just graduated from college and didn't look like a college student at all. She looked full of energy.

Yes, who hasn’t fantasized about falling in love with a domineering president when they were young?

"But you don't have to worry about it. I heard from the secretary that Mr. Yu has a girlfriend." Ziling looked at the young girl, shook her head slightly, with a hint of regret in her tone.

A trace of disappointment flashed in the young girl's eyes, and she asked curiously, "Whose daughter is she?" Her heart was full of curiosity, imagining what kind of person Mr. Yu's girlfriend would be.

Before he could answer the young girl's question, the people around him started to make a noise: "Secretary Zhan mentioned a lot of food, did you see that?"

Everyone's eyes turned to the elevator entrance, and they saw Zhan Xian slowly walking towards it pushing a small cart.

The cart is filled with a wide variety of small cakes and milk teas, the exquisite packaging and attractive colors make people salivate.

"The medical benefits are really good, working under President Yu." An employee said enviously.

"I don't think it's bought for subordinates. The portion isn't big enough to share." Another employee raised his doubts.

Everyone nodded in agreement. With more than 300 employees in the pharmaceutical industry, it would probably take at least several pushes.

"Maybe the secretary bought it."

"It shouldn't be Assistant Zhan who's in charge of the secretary's shopping. This must have been bought by President Yu."

"Who did you buy it for?"

"do not know."

"And President Yu is so uncharacteristic, personally waiting for the partner downstairs?" The man paused, then shook his head and said, "That's impossible. Who would be so influential?"

Everyone fell into deep thought. It was indeed hard to imagine any partner that could make President Yu wait downstairs in person.

"There is only one possibility, he is waiting for his girlfriend, and those foods are also bought for his girlfriend." A smart employee suddenly said.

"Doesn't that mean that we can see Mr. Yu's girlfriend later?"

The crowd was like wild animals in a melon field, with no motivation to work, and they were all peeping through the glass door.

The supervisor came over. No one in the office was at their workstations. Dozens of people were squatting by the glass, looking in.

He asked puzzledly, "What are you doing here if you're not at your workstations?"

"Waiting to see Mr. Yu's girlfriend?"

Supervisor: "What?! Let me take a look too." It would be a shame to miss this rare thing, so he squatted down and watched with them.

"Did you see that?! There's a taxi parked at the door!" A sharp-eyed person immediately called out.