There's Something Not Quite Right With My Lover

After soaking in the hot spring, I was so tired that I went back to the small hotel and lay down on the bed.

Mr. Model also came in.

I closed my eyes and shrank habitually into the arms of the model Mr., rubbed twice, ready to sleep.

Mr. Model's chin rests on my head.

"You are avoiding me today." Mr. Model said lightly, putting a hand on my waist.

My scalp is numb: "No."

It's so hard to appease a lover who's terribly sensitive.

In fact, I was trying to stay away from Mr. Model, although I found that my eyes still followed him unconsciously.

I can't see Mr. Model's expression, but I guess the expression on his face must be a bit cold, and his eyes are that kind of faint and dark.

"What are we going to do tomorrow?" Mr. Model asked, his tone returned to normal.

I'm not sure what he was thinking, but I said honestly: "I don't know, Huang Lei won't tell me, there may be some arrangements."

The model hugged him a little tighter.

"You've been too busy recently, you have to reward me tomorrow night."

I'm not busy, I just deliberately returned to the routine before I didn't take care of the model, so the working hours were even longer.

I was very sleepy and my eyelids were heavy, but when I heard the model say, "It will be fine tomorrow." I subconsciously felt that there was some special meaning in these words.

"What will be fine tomorrow?" I asked sleepily.

Mr. Model gave a low laugh, his throat trembling slightly.

"I'll do it for you tomorrow."

I wanted to ask again, but fell asleep in the end, and I don't know if I raised the question in my heart.

Early the next morning, I was woken up by the sound of text messages in my hand.

I touched the side, it was empty, and Mr. Model was missing.I yawned, picked up my phone and opened the text message.

Unknown: The target person is an American, and there is a lot of force preventing me from continuing to investigate.

I was stunned for a moment, and replied a text message: No need to check any more, I will send you money within this week.

Putting down the phone, I woke up completely.

Mr. Model, he... seems to be more than just a model.

My mind is in a mess, I can't tell what I feel, and I don't want to make random guesses. I have to give Mr. Model himself a chance to defend himself.

I put on my clothes and was going to find Mr. Model.

Huang Lei's family is still sleeping, it is impossible for Mr. Model to be there.

There were only a few people in the dining room, and there were no models.

I was wondering where Mr. Model had gone as I walked out of the hotel, and saw the door of a black car suddenly opened, and several men in black clothes came out.

Take a closer look, it's the car that has been following us for a long time.

One of the men with a particularly strong physique stepped forward and asked me in a tone that could not be refused: "My old man wants to see Mr., can you?"

It seems that if I say no, I will rush forward to hold my past.

As a CEO who likes to watch movies, I kept a deadpan face and said coldly, "Lead the way."

The big man froze for a moment before he opened the car door and let me sit in.

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