There's Something Not Quite Right With My Lover

When I got home from get off work, Mr. Model hadn't come back.

Usually when I come back, Mr. Model is already at home and has a hot meal ready.He is not here today, but the house seems empty.

I called Mr. Model and couldn't get through.

I'm not very happy, Mr. Model has started to slack off his work recently, he was not so indifferent to me before.

But the advantage of Mr. Model’s absence is that I can eat instant noodles freely, and I can also add a poached egg and sausage, which is similar to a luxury set meal.However, Mr. Model has always had a prejudice against instant noodles, thinking that it is not nutritious or healthy enough.

Just as I finished eating the instant noodles, the doorbell rang. I looked through the cat's eyes, and it seemed to be a courier.

I never post anything here, but I figured it might be Mr. Model's, so I opened the door and signed for it.

Recipient: Chen Yu'an.

mine?

I looked at the thin thing in my hand for a while, and vaguely felt that it might be a photo or something.

I took the mail to the study and opened it to see that there were indeed some photos inside.

The photos here are much clearer than the ones that were released last time. They are all photos of me and my model abroad. There are also photos in France this year, and there are also photos of vacations in other places in the past two years.It clearly shows the faces of me and the model.

I shook the mail, and another piece of paper fell out of it, with my own information written on it, and even my father's information.

In general, I haven't figured out what the other side actually means.

But it looks like the other party is targeting me.

The last time seemed to be aimed at Mr. Model, so it seems that the two times probably were not done by the same people.

After thinking about it for a long time, I still locked the mail in the drawer and didn't say a word to Mr. Model.

"You don't look well?" the model asked as he hugged me and helped me cut my nails.

I quickly put away the distracting thoughts in my heart, and replied blankly: "I'm tired from work."

Mr. Model smiled: "In front of me, you only talk like this when you have something on your mind."

I was taken aback by his sharpness, and immediately pretended to be nonchalant and changed the subject: "Where did you go at night, and you didn't answer my calls." The model replied naturally: "I'm working too late at night, I'm sorry. "

I don't know if there is something wrong in my heart or Mr. Model, anyway, I think something is wrong about Mr. Model.

"How have you been working lately?" I asked.

The model Mr. focused on such trivial things as cutting nails, and replied casually: "It's pretty good."

I think at least the person who sent me the email didn't do anything to Mr. Model.

"Free up next month." I said watching the TV.

Mr. Model glanced at me: "Why?"

He never asked why before, and he always listened to my arrangements.

I replied casually: "Huang Lei's family asked us to travel together."

Actually no, Huang Lei just said it casually, he probably forgot.

What's on my mind?

I can't figure it out either.

I just think that if Huang Lei stays in the company all the time, he will find something is wrong sooner or later.And regardless of whether this matter has anything to do with Mr. Model, I have to separate from him for a while, maybe temporarily or forever.

When it comes to the company, you must not be willful.

Seeing Mr. Model's pretty side face, I feel depressed.

I don't know what things he refuses to tell me, and it's not good to ask him directly whether these things have anything to do with him.

At this time, I felt that I was really far away from him.

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