There's Something Not Quite Right With My Lover

I had a dream.

I dreamed of a very luxurious hotel, where people were everywhere, sitting at one table after another, occupying a hall.

"Mr. Chen, drink more, or you'll really lose face!" A man in a suit whose face couldn't be seen clearly poured me a full bottle of wine with a smile.

I had a little resistance in my heart, but I politely toasted it.

If there is one, there are two, and other people came over to toast one after another, probably with the idea of ​​getting in touch with each other.

In the business field, alcohol is also something to add to the fun. Although my capacity for alcohol is not good, I still drink a lot of alcohol.

The banquet was not finished until I had a lot of wine in my belly.

A few business partners and I took the elevator down, and when we came out, we met a tall man head-on.

He's wearing a hoodie and sunglasses, and for some reason it just feels different.

I looked back several times in a strange way, and saw his nicely lined chin.

He seemed to catch my gaze and smiled at me before the elevator closed.

I'm a little sober all over.

The man with a big belly next to me asked me, "Mr. Chen, do you want a massage?"

When I first entered the shopping mall, I didn't think there was anything wrong when I heard this kind of words. I only felt a little pain in my cervical spine, so I agreed, and I also felt that the smiles of the men in the same business were too weird.

When I came to the luxurious room arranged by others, I struggled to take a shower, and when I came out, I saw a man in a shirt standing at the door.

I thought for a moment and thought he was here to give me a massage.

"My cervical spine hurts a bit, do you know how to relieve it?" I went to the bed and lay down on my stomach.

The man's eyes were a bit strange. He was not wearing a hat at this time, showing a pretty face.

"Don't understand?" I asked coldly.

"Understood." The man suddenly smiled, the smile was so bright that I pretended to be casual and turned my head away from him.

I have never been massaged by anyone, but I feel that his technique is not bad, which makes me very comfortable, and I have a faint idea in my heart that I want to keep him for a long time to massage me.

Probably because I drank alcohol, I also became more talkative.

"Why did you start doing this?" I asked.

The man replied softly: "I don't do this. I'm a model."

"Model?" I asked in surprise, "You are not a massager, why are you in my room?"

The man paused for a moment, and said with a smile: "I don't know, my agent asked me to come, so I'll take a look. I was planning to leave, but I happen to know how to massage."

"Oh." I asked disappointedly: "Will you do this in the future? I think your technique is pretty good."

I couldn't hear what he answered, and what happened afterwards was messed up, the more I massaged, the hotter it became, and before I knew it, a man pressed on me for no reason.

When I woke up the next day, I was alone in bed, my butt was still hurting, and I could still recall what I did at night when I thought about it carefully.

I have to figure out a way to shut up that Mr. Model, or I'll be a CEO with a rough private life, which won't do my company any good.

I thought about it for a long time, and felt that killing people should not be done, so I prepared a blank check. The last time I heard a few girls at the front desk say that a woman would coldly leave a blank check when the CEO fell asleep.

It's a pity that Mr. Model has already left, so I had no choice but to endure the pain in my buttocks, and asked someone to check his itinerary. After waiting outside for a long time, I finally waited for him.

"Don't tell anyone about last night." I said and slipped the check into his hand.

How can the check be lost?What if it is blown away by Fenghua?I am the newly appointed president, and I was willing to be so generous because I was very satisfied with the model's massage. I don't want to write a second blank check.

Mr. Model looked at me with a half-smile, his eyes were crooked.

"Since the president is so generous, why don't you take care of me?" He moved his head closer, and I was not used to the fiery breath.

"Nursing?"

"Yes." Mr. Model put the check in his pocket: "Just use this blank check and keep it until you don't want to. I can massage and cook."

I made a serious calculation: I would pay the same price no matter whether I take care of him or not, not to mention that the model Mr. can massage and cook, so I still have the money left to find a private masseur.

I agreed.

Mr. Model smiled: "Please take care of me."

I suddenly woke up from the dream.

"Are you awake?" Mr. Model stood beside the bed: "Let's have breakfast first." He kissed me again.

I really think it's a good business to support Mr. Model.

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