There's Something Not Quite Right With My Lover

"Goodbye, sister-in-law! Sister-in-law, you have to treat big brother well~"

I got out of the car under the big man's loud urging with a blank face.

I slowly returned to the room, and I was not surprised to see Mr. Model with a gloomy face.

When I realized that Mr. Model left before me, I knew something must be wrong. It was all because Mr. Model 2 was procrastinating and insisting on arguing with me whether he was a prodigal.

Mr. Model walked forward like a wind, looked up, down, left, and right, and then said: "They took you there too?"

Me: "A big guy and a guy with glasses took me there."

"It's okay." Mr. Model immediately hugged her, his body was warm, but his hands were cold.

I guess he was also frightened, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to hug him.

"What did they tell you?" Mr. Model asked in a deep voice

I said honestly, "I saw...well...the friend you brought over during the last Chinese New Year, he told me that the old man wanted you to go back to the United States."

The whole body of Mr. Model is tense, as if he is very disturbed.

"Do you want to tell me anything else?" I asked softly.

To be honest, I don't like the feeling of being lied to at all, but I can't get angry with Mr. Model.

Mr. Model kissed my eyes and pulled me to sit on the edge of the bed.

"A lot of things are too complicated, I don't want you to know." Mr. Model's face softened: "I will deal with those things."

Sure enough, he still refused to tell me.

I am not happy.

Mr. Model is very good at observing my expression, and said immediately: "As long as you know, I will always stay by your side, and it would be nice to be a little model to be taken care of by you, wouldn't it?"

"But you don't tell me anything, I don't know anything." I still feel uncomfortable, I feel that the model Mr. sees me as too useless, it seems that I have established the image of the president in front of the model. Too bad.

"If I had told you earlier that I would bring danger to your company, you would have been very embarrassed. Even now, after you know this, I am still very afraid that you will not want me." Mr. Model looked dark: "In your heart, the company is the most important thing."

I can't argue with that.

After all, the education I have received since I was a child revolves around the company. Compared with the company, I am nothing, and I don’t know what I would choose if I compared the company with a model.

"I will take care of everything so that your company won't be affected." Mr. Model hugged me tightly again.

I sighed melancholy: It seems that the fragile model Mr. also has a super high lethality, I can't say anything hurtful at all.

"Since when did he let you go back?" I asked, changing the subject.

"A year ago." The model said, "I said to go to Hong Kong that time, remember?"

My good memory came to work.

"The one time you said you were going to go for a while, but then you canceled it suddenly?"

Mr. Model nodded: "Yes, actually that time I was planning to go back to the United States, but when I was about to board the plane, I suddenly felt that I couldn't go."

"Can't go?" I was surprised by his wording.

"Yes." Mr. Model smiled, "Because of you."

I blinked: "Do you like me?"

"Yes." Mr. Model buried his head on my shoulder and said in a low voice, "I like it very much, I like it very much."

The whole room fell silent.

"I like you too, although I don't seem to like you as much... um"

My Mr. Model seems to be in heat again.

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