There's Something Not Quite Right With My Lover

Although I understand that Mr. Model is an ambitious person, I don't know what his ambition is, which still doesn't reassure me.

I should have just ended the relationship, but I really like Mr. Model so much, in fact, I enjoy his initiative, although sometimes it is too violent for me to bear.Therefore, I decided to continue to test him.

When I went to work in the morning, I happened to see a little girl in the company watching Mr. Model's variety show. The little girl looked obsessed, her eyes were shining, and she didn't realize my existence at all.

It wasn't until 10 minutes later that she closed the webpage with unfinished business, and when she turned her head and saw me, she turned pale with fright.

"Always... always... always..."

I looked at the poster on her desk - Mr. Model was wearing a white shirt with two buttons unbuttoned, revealing a sexy collarbone.

His face didn't have the smile I'm used to, it was cold.The eyes, too, have nothing in them, empty and lonely.

The strange model Mr. makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

"President! President, don't confiscate my poster! Woooooo, this is Li Shaonian's new poster, a limited edition. Woooooo, I got it after waiting in line for a long time. President, don't confiscate it. I really like him so much." Yes!!" The little girl looked at me pitifully.

"Not confiscated."

He hugs me and massages my cervical spine every night, I don't care about a poster with you.

"I like him quite a bit too." I said blankly and walked into the office.

I sat on the office chair, took out my mobile phone, and saw a text message from Mr. Model, which probably meant that he was filming nearby and wanted to come to me at noon.

I thought of his unsatisfactory expression last night, until I was extremely tired, he still hugged me and kissed me, and I couldn't help but sigh that his energy was better.

According to my inner president's code, I shouldn't agree to him. It's not a good behavior to bring a foster lover into the office.

But I inexplicably thought of the little girl and the poster just now, and I felt depressed, and suddenly felt that I wanted Mr. Model to come and deliver food to me.

Most of the time, I am a person who obeys my heart, so I let him come, and I also called the little girl who received the reception downstairs not to block people, and let people come up from my exclusive elevator.

Not long after, Mr. Model came. He was wearing a mid-length dark coat, which looked very good.

I pretended to glance over the little girl unintentionally, and saw her staring blankly, with an unbelievable look, and I was in a good mood.

Mr. Model can always tell my mood from my nearly unchanging complexion.

"In a good mood?" He put down his bento, sat on the sofa, and motioned for me to go over.

I don't know why, when I was with him, I didn't care much about his dominance, nor did I care about his overpowering.

I went over and sat next to him.

"Let me give you a hug." Mr. Model hugged me.

"I'm a little tired today, and I finally finished recording the show." He complained a little.

Thinking of the variety show I watched in the morning, I frowned and said, "You don't have to record it if you don't want to. I have money to support you."

Mr. Model opened his eyes, and there was some joy in his eyes: "Yes, you are rich."

I thought it was inevitable that there would be an office battle at noon today. In fact, I was thinking too much. The duty of the model is rare today, that is, he is still clingy, and he still hugs me when he sleeps and refuses to let go.

I really can't figure out what kind of thing Mr. Model hugged and kissed before he was adopted by me.

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