There's Something Not Quite Right With My Lover

There were eight people sitting on the table, an auspicious number.

Counting clockwise from the main position, the first is me, then Mr. Model, then his beautiful colleague friend and doctor, and then Huang Lei’s family---he, his wife and a pair of children .

The doctor was met by Mr. Model when he went to pick up his friend Mr. Model No. 2. According to the picture described by Mr. Model, the doctor was squatting at the door of the clinic wearing a thin white coat on a snowy day—the reason It was he who forgot to bring the key to the clinic, and the few helpers he hired also went back to celebrate the New Year.

The doctor followed the trend when he saw Mr. Model. It is worth mentioning that he was deeply infatuated with Mr. Model No. 2, who was more refined than Mr. Model.

"I know you too! You are also a male model that Master Randy often uses. You are a Chinese-French mixed race, right? Oh yes, your name is Anthony, right?" The doctor showed bright eyes like a signboard, and the whole person was about to stick to number 2 Mr. Model went.

Mr. Model No. 2 is indeed very good-looking, with a pair of red and phoenix eyes that are attractive, but it does not meet my aesthetic requirements, it is a bit too seductive, such a look is not enough for a good wife.

Model No. 2 raised the corners of his mouth and smiled brightly: "Nice to meet you."

"Oh my god, I'm completely drunk." The doctor pressed his chest in a daze.

I silently ate the food that the model gave me, looked at Huang Lei and his wife who were busy taking care of the children, and at the two doctors who came and went. I thought the latter was more interesting, so I quietly acted as an outsider .

I suddenly felt that someone poked my waist, which scared me to death. I subconsciously turned around and saw Mr. Model who was not very happy.

"Looking at other people all the time? Like him?" Mr. Model glanced at Mr. No. 2, as if asking for a crime.

I shook my head: "I don't like it, it looks too girly, and I can't wash dishes just by looking at it."

I seemed to speak too loudly, and the whole dining table was silent for several seconds.

"I really don't know how to wash dishes." Model No. 2 smiled, "I can only do one thing, and I'm good at that." He meant something.

I really don't want to know what it is.

The doctor reacted quickly at this moment, and he asked stupidly: "Are you also accepting foster care?"

Mr. Model No. 2 thought for a while, stretched out his slender fingers to poke the doctor's fleshy face and said, "If the money is enough and the face looks good, I will accept it."

Money, and face.

I think the two of them are a perfect match, and if the doctor successfully adopts Mr. Model No. 2, he will never covet my Mr. Model again. I am a little hesitant to sponsor the doctor's adoption.

At this time, someone tugged at the corner of my clothes, not the side where the model was sitting.

I saw that it was Huang Lei's daughter.

In fact, I am a CEO who likes children very much, but because I enforce my CEO rules too strictly, very few children are willing to approach me.But Huang Lei is a very courageous daughter. She liked to follow me two years ago. Now that I see her, the little girl has grown taller, her facial features are clearer, and she is much more beautiful.

"Uncle." The little girl stretched out her hand and patted my leg.

"What's the matter?" I tried my best to control the expression on my face to be kind, and lowered my head to ask her.

The little girl jumped up and kissed me, and said happily, "Uncle, you are so pretty."

I answered her seriously: "You are also very good-looking."

The little girl giggled, and her laughter was as crisp as the sound of a bell.

I also wanted to say a few more words with the little girl to satisfy my inner sense of accomplishment, so the model Mr. smiled at the little girl.

"Am I ugly?"

Mr. Model looks more handsome when he raises his eyebrows than when he squints.

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she nodded immediately: "It's pretty."

Mr. Model beckoned, and the little girl happily ran to him again.

Huang Lei's mother smiled embarrassedly: "This girl is like this. Every day when she sees a good-looking person, she likes to get close to her. Yu'an, don't be serious with her." She watched the little girl kiss the model gentleman, feeling like I explain.

I always feel that I have been misunderstood and especially stingy benefactor.

I shook my head: "It's okay."

"By the way, I brought the wine at home. They are all good wines. How can you not drink during the Chinese New Year?" Huang Lei, who is addicted to alcohol, happily took out the wine from the car and opened several bottles in one go.

I poured a full glass and asked the model if he wanted it. The model shook his head. As for the doctor and model No. 2, they have completely fallen into their own world, flirting back and forth, so there is no need to ask.

Then there's the boring drinking time.

"What are your plans for next year? Both of us will stay here?" Huang Lei asked, taking a big sip.

"Let's keep it for now." I replied, drinking a large glass.

"Hey, by the way, how long have you been raising this man?" Huang Lei asked softly, winking, and took a big sip.

I calculated carefully: "More than two years and three months." I took a big sip.

"Are you going to visit the old man's grave tomorrow?" Huang Lei was referring to my father. His father and my father are old acquaintances, so he and my father are also familiar.

"No, I'll go again during the Ching Ming Festival." I thought that my current state is not very good, and I will definitely be scolded by my father when I see my father, so I still don't want to go.

Huang Lei continued to take a big sip: "Go on a trip together in a while? I'm going to take my wife out to have fun, man, how can I just make money without spending money?"

I took a sip: "Go when you have time."

"Hey hey." Huang Lei laughed and took another big sip.

"By the way, I always feel that there is something wrong with the company recently. It seems that someone has been watching. Have you provoked someone?" Huang Lei's face became a little more serious, and he pouted a few times after he finished speaking: "New Year's Eve, nonsense , I must be thinking too much."

I took a sip of the wine and had several thoughts in my mind. When I looked up, I saw Mr. Model playing with the little girl.

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