Super entertainment: Exclusive gossip of wealthy families

This sleep was very comfortable and peaceful.I can't remember how long I haven't slept so peacefully.My head no longer hurts, and my body is very warm.In fact, I don't want to open my eyes, I hope that the dream last night can continue to be dreamed.It's just that the sun outside today is too dazzling, and it hurts my eyes very much.

Sunlight?I opened my eyes suddenly and looked at the surrounding environment.

Why does this room look so familiar?

My heart seemed to be hit by something.

Is what happened in a daze last night true, then, that warm embrace is——

I sat up, covering my face in embarrassment.

I was so burnt out that I actually slept with him all night.

Hearing the sound, I quickly lay down, covered the quilt, and closed my eyes tightly.

A big warm hand touched my forehead.

My heart was pounding.

"It's okay. The fever is gone." He muttered to himself.

I heard his sigh of relief, but my heart was warm and sweet.

But I still dare not open my eyes, afraid that when I meet him face to face, I will be so embarrassed that I don't know what to do.

Hearing his footsteps getting farther and farther away, I guessed that he had left, so I slowly opened my eyes and touched my hot cheek.

"Are you awake?" He leaned against the door and looked at me casually.

"Last night——" Thinking about what happened last night, my face seemed to be burning again, turning into a red apple.

"Your face is so red, do you think you have a fever?"

"Why are you here?"

"I should ask you that."

"..." I glanced at him flusteredly, and slowly lay down, muttering, "The fever hasn't subsided yet, let's sleep for a while."

I stuffed the quilt over my head, but he walked in front of me without thinking. Hearing his approaching footsteps, I clenched the quilt tightly, but I didn't expect him to cover my head all of a sudden. The quilt on the bed was lifted.

I sat up suddenly and looked at him awkwardly and shyly, my face was still hot besides being hot.I quickly pulled the quilt back to my side, tightly clutching the corner of the quilt, and looked at him with a pair of cute eyes.

"Why, don't you want to go?"

"Let's go." I let go of the quilt and got out of bed in a panic. I couldn't stand still and threw myself at him.

He hugged me tightly, my face blushed again, I felt my whole body was hot, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead from fright.I slightly raised my eyes and looked at him very carefully, but my heart was already beating chaotically.

"If you don't want to go, don't go."

My heart suddenly seemed to stop.

The long-hidden throbbing in my heart slowly surged up, and I looked at him deeply with crystal tears.

The moist feeling of the lips made the tears flow down involuntarily from the corners of the eyes.

"What's wrong?" He let go of my lips.

"sorry."

Tears couldn't stop streaming down, I turned around, sobbing and trembling.He hugged me tightly from behind.

"I don't want to hear these three words. Can you change three words?"

Such a gentle voice broke my heart completely, but how can I say those three words?
I lowered my head and remained silent, just sobbing again and again, unwilling to leave his warmth, just let me be presumptuous once, okay?

……

He said he was going to send me to the magazine office, and then I remembered that because of Yin Zihao, editor-in-chief Ma gave me a big vacation, which actually made me reflect on myself.

I stood at the door, wanted to step out, and then took it back.

"I'm not going to the magazine office anymore, I'm going to Fang's house."

"Continue to be a driver?"

"There are still a few days to get 10, why not do it?"

"When it comes to money, your eyes light up."

"Now I feel that money is very important."

"and then?"

He pulled me back home, closed the door, leaned against the sofa, and waited quietly for my answer.

"No then." I said.

"If you want money, I have it, why would you do that?" His words were like a needle provoking a thorn in my heart.

I looked down at the marble on the ground, sighed softly, but couldn't help laughing.

"Don't want to answer?"

"What if I say yes." I said lightly, but my eyes looked away uneasily.

"I can wait."

"Don't you already have Xia Jing?"

He was silent for a moment, walked up to me, and put his hands on my shoulders.I slowly raised my head and looked into his bottomless pupils.

He pursed his lips: "Since you know I have Xia Jing, why did you sleep in front of my house last night?"

"That, that's—" I stammered, my eyes flickering as I thought about how to answer his words.

"You have already sent me a tie, why do you still go to the tie counter, who else are you going to give it to?"

"That, that is—" I was so speechless by his question that I couldn't answer a word.

"Could it be that you want to tie up some man with a tie again?" He smiled, but still stared at me intently.

"I, I just—"

"I told you about the tie, so if you want to buy something for a man in the future, it's best not to buy a tie."

"Why, why?" I pouted, opened my eyes wide, and looked at him unconvinced.

The corner of his mouth ticked: "This is my patent."

"I know, I know." I originally wanted to rush back in one breath, but I organized and organized in my mind, and finally it became a promise.

He stood up straight and walked past me. Why do I feel that he is in a good mood today? Looking at him with the corners of his mouth raised, if I open my mouth and say that I want to do an interview, will I agree?

"Don't leave yet, do you want to stay at my house?" He was already standing at the door.

"No, it's not." I ran over, too fast, too hard, and hit my head on his chest.

I touched my head, frowned, and muttered: "Why are you standing at the door? Blocking the way."

He touched my head to the child, and smiled: "It's because you don't have eyes when you walk, and you're weird."

"It's not you yet." I said back, but it was a bit like a couple arguing. I walked back to the elevator angrily, pressed the elevator and said angrily, "I'm not coming in yet."

He stood where he was, looked at me with an angry face, smiled, and walked into the elevator.

We stood side by side, and the glass in the elevator could see his dazed look, as if he hadn't reacted from what happened just now.

The elevator suddenly opened, and a mother and daughter entered the elevator. The little girl ate a lollipop and lay on her mother's shoulder: "Mom, are uncles and aunts arguing?" The little girl's childish voice was very soft. She said it in her mother's ear, but it still entered our ears.

"Mom, their quarrel is the same as your quarrel with Dad. Dad always looks confused and doesn't know where he made a mistake."

"Xiao Bei." The young mother gave us a sorry look.

I wanted to open my mouth to explain that we were not arguing, but Yin Zihao put his arms around my waist and gave the little girl a wink.

"Mom, that uncle is so handsome."

I looked sideways at the smug Yin Zihao, wanting to break his arms around my waist.

What the hell did I do last night, he was so cold, why did he suddenly go back to before?

Although my heart is warm, I always feel that I did something I shouldn't do or said something I shouldn't say last night.But that dream seemed to have nothing out of the ordinary except for hugging him.

"Don't leave, do you still want to go back?"

While thinking, I realized that the elevator had reached the underground garage. I stepped out of the elevator and stood in front of him. I gritted my teeth and opened my mouth. Finally, I sighed and obediently got into his car.

Along the way, Yin Zihao and I didn't speak, I scratched my head, frowned, thinking about what made him misunderstand last night.

"Look for a dessert shop?" He suddenly spoke.

I was speechless for a while, and looked sideways at him.

"Didn't you say you were about to be fired?" "What about you? Could it be?" I stammered and couldn't even utter a complete sentence.There seemed to be a scene in my mind where I ruthlessly yelled at him for saying such things in a daze.I hit my head violently, such a scene has not been put into my mind at all, I have no impression at all.

"I thought I wouldn't give you a chance, but seeing you crying and laughing last night begging me to give you a chance to interview—" He glanced sideways at me and smiled evilly.

"I, how can I ask, I beg you?" I faltered and tried to find the memory in my mind, why can't I remember anything clearly?
"Do you still want to renege on what you have done?"

"I don't remember." I replied bluntly.

"That's right, probably my brain is burnt out, maybe I'm thinking too much, you don't want an interview at all. Then, then—" He said very seriously, and I hurriedly snatched his words.

"The memory is burned out, but the brain is not burned out. It was interviewed."

The corner of his mouth curled into a nice arc, and he drove into the basement of the shopping mall.

I was queuing up to buy coffee, but he stood beside me with his trouser pockets in his pocket, completely in the rhythm of wanting me to invite him to drink coffee.I picked up my phone, looked up the coffee shop's membership card, and waved it in front of him.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Americano with less sugar."

"Find a seat convenient for me to interview you and sit down."

"your treat?"

"Then are you ready to invite me?"

As soon as I finished speaking, he quickly found a place in the corner, waved to me, and leaned on the sofa leisurely.

I walked up to him with two cups of coffee: "Do you know how heartbreaking it is for a person who loves money to treat guests and waste money?"

"That's stingy." I gritted my teeth, and put the Americano in front of him: "Didn't you say you have money, and let me treat you." "If you don't want to, I'll just pay you back the money."

I made an "X" gesture: "No, I will regret not letting me interview later."

He nodded, as if agreeing with what I said.

"The last sentence, I can think about it." He took a sip of coffee and frowned, "Didn't I ask you to add sugar?"

I put a bag of sugar on the table in front of him: "Be self-sufficient and have enough food and clothing."

"Hehe." He gave a fake smile, "Do you still want to have a good interview?" "I'll help you tear off the candy wrapper." He snatched the candy from my hand: "Let's start the interview. I should do this work myself." "There is no interview script, so I just asked?"

He put sugar in the coffee, stirred it with a spoon, and listened quietly to my question.

"What do you like to eat?"

"Meat."

"Carnivore," I murmured to myself, then asked, "What color do you like?"

"Black, white, classic."

"It's quite similar to me." I smiled secretly in my heart, and continued to ask, "Why did you choose the shoe industry?"

He took a sip of coffee, put the coffee cup on the table, rested his chin and thought, "It's actually a kind of fate. After my mother passed away, I followed Uncle Xia. At that time, Uncle Xia was studying design." , I studied with him for two years, and then Xia Jing went to the entertainment industry. In order to repay Uncle Xia, she began to approach people in the entertainment industry to protect Xia Jing. Once I saw two popular movie stars arguing over a pair of shoes. I just thought that if we could design unique shoes, would there be more celebrities arguing over such a pair of shoes?" "I really have a business sense. But I have to be talented to do this." I said muttering in his mouth.

"Later, I met Xiao Ce and founded St Company. The company encountered a bottleneck, and it was not enough to design such unique shoes. Later, I thought about whether all women should be able to wear their favorite and comfortable shoes. As for shoes, after the establishment of St Company, it began to sell mid-to-high-end shoes. However, our previous unique concept has not been abandoned, and we will still launch one or two limited edition shoes every year." He took another sip of coffee and said to I took a look, "Your buy one get one free pair is a limited edition launched last year, and there will be no more than ten pairs in the world."

"That pair of binglingbingling shoes?"

"Yes."

"You gave it to me, I was proud of it several times in front of you, thinking I won the big prize."

"Seeing that you like it very much, I think that design was very successful."

"Those shiny shoes look like princess dancing shoes. Every girl wants to be a princess, doesn't she?"

He smiled, with a faint smile in his eyes, without the coldness.I met his eyes, and my heart beat inexplicably.

Am I wrong?

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