There's Something Not Quite Right With My Lover

Mr. Model decided not to be a model. He said that being a model was too easy for the old man to make trouble, so he decided to be a president too, and he could cooperate with Mr. Model No. 2 by the way.

Ever since Mr. Model told me the news with a smile, I felt something was wrong.

In my memory, the most profound words my mother said were: Men will change when they have money.

I thought about the entertainment venues I always go to when doing business, and the model Mr. is so handsome and virtuous, so I feel uneasy no matter what.

And the model Mr. I know is a small model. If he becomes the president, he will not be the original Mr. Model.

But I can't tell Mr. Model like this, but I think Mr. Model has such a strong observation ability, he will definitely change his mind on his own initiative.

In fact.

The first day: Mr. Model discussed with me about setting up a company with great interest.

The next day: Mr. Model happily discussed the meaning of the company's name with me.

Day [-]: Mr. Model is energetic and discusses with me the definition of the company.

I am very upset.

Very, very, very unhappy.

My mother was right, Mr. Model didn't care about me at all when he was about to become the president, so he must have completely ignored me after he became the president.

On the fourth day, I didn't discuss any company-related issues with him. I got up very early, earlier than Mr. Model who stayed up late thinking about the company, and went to the company without breakfast.

It's time to get off work and I don't want to go back.

"President, did you quarrel with Li Shaonian?" the little secretary asked with her head peeking out from the door.

I am silent.

"President, tell me, I'll give you an idea! Believe me, I must have read more novels than you have signed documents." The little girl seemed to be addicted to being a military adviser, and she happily recommended herself.

I thought about it, and described what happened with the simplest words and expressions.

The little girl said to me seriously: "Let's have a cold war."

I am at a loss.

"Arguing and fighting are also part of the development of the story. It just needs to cool down a little bit, and then it will be sweeter." The little girl vowed: "You hold back, don't talk to him, make sure he will compromise soon."

I decided to give it a try.

So I went to a small restaurant for dinner and then went back.

The outside is not tasty at all, too greasy, I still like the meals made by Mr. Model.

But I kept a cold face in front of Mr. Model and a table of delicious dishes.

I looked in the mirror before entering the door. This expression can best express my bad mood.

"Don't you eat?" Mr. Model asked me.

I should answer coldly, but the little girl said coldly, so I gave him a blank look, and went into the study on my own.

Mister model!without!have!and!Enter!Come!

He really doesn't care about me at all.

Sadly, I opened the drawer, took out a bag of potato chips and began to bite.

Click, click, bite hard, bite hard.

Nasty Mr Model!

I kept waiting, and he didn't come to the study when it was time to go to bed.

I brushed my teeth angrily, changed into my pajamas, and went to bed. I lay on the edge of the bed, even if Mr. Model went to bed, I didn't go there.

I'm going to sleep alone tonight.

As a result, Mr. Model posted it himself, and he hugged me as always.

I broke his hand away.

He hugs again.

I still broke.

After repeating it several times, Mr. Model suddenly spoke.

"An'an, turn around."

The voice was deep, familiar and dire foreboding.

I won't, I'm still the patron.

"If I don't turn around, I'm going to be angry." Mr. Model's momentum changed drastically.

I reluctantly turned around.

"Don't you want me to get a company? Huh?" Mr. Model asked gently, leaning his head down and pressing his forehead against mine.

I do not speak.

The model man easily saw through my tricks, and said lightly: "Don't talk to me? Do you want to be made to beg for mercy?"

I trembled subconsciously.

calm.

calm.

I adjusted my mental state and said calmly: "What do you want me to say?"

"What do you want to say?" Mr. Model asked knowingly.

I do not speak.

Mr. Model frowned: "Don't go to work tomorrow."

Before I could react, he suddenly kissed me.

I'm going to be in heat again.

I pushed him away, still struggling with whether I should speak, I am really not used to speaking my heart to others.

Mr. Model is here again——

"I don't want you to get the company."

In the nick of time, I said it, said the first sentence, and then said it naturally.

"Can't you just be a model? I have money to support you."

Mr. Model smiled: "Why?"

I do not speak.

The model's eyes are crooked when he smiles, which is very beautiful.

"Afraid that I would run away? Huh?" Mr. Model kissed my face.

"You are the sponsor, you have the final say, then I will only be a model." The model Mr. said and started to move his hands and feet again.

"I've already spoken to you." I grabbed his hand.

Mr. Model said calmly: "Just now I did it because I was angry, but now I do it because I am in a good mood. The starting point is different."

I:……

In short, Mr. Model is still my estrous, moody Mr. Model.

Of course, I'm still a generous financial supporter.

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