CEO's Indulged Lover

Just now he almost wanted to confess to her, almost wanted to say to her: "be my girlfriend, OK?"

I want to see her happy smile on her beautiful face, hold her tightly in my arms, hold her upright, say love words to her, give her everything she can, see her smile, and revel in the world of two people

But, maybe God is so unpredictable, the next call completely broke his previous assumption, he, is very sorry for this little woman!

However, now his heart is very heavy, really no strength, no mood to make a confession to her.

At this time, it's really not suitable.

Hashimoto has always known the young master very well. At the other end of the phone, he laughed and joked: "young master, Congratulations, you finally have a new feeling. Your subordinates can feel it. You like the woman around you very much. Because she didn't want to answer the phone just now, did you?"

"I like her very much." He sighed.

"If you like it very much, don't miss it. Young master, you have been waiting and lonely for Mrs. Xizi for so many years. It's hard to be moved. You should grasp it well! I think Mrs. Hezi will be happy for you

He wryly smile: "I know, OK, you book my ticket first."

after hanging up the phone, Ouyang's heart sank slowly and his thoughts were very confused. He looked at the distance standing beside the corridor, leaning against the wall's attachment, and his mind was full of thousands of thoughts.

He suddenly felt that he was wrong with her.

He was just thinking selfishly, hoping attachment could understand him.

After all, at this moment, my heart has too many things to think about, if you can put down everything to make a deep confession to her, then it may not be too emotional saint! He is not a saint of love. He can't abandon his confused thoughts. He is now being stigmatized. He wants to go back to Japan and save Youmei. He has no mind to indulge in the gentle countryside

Ouyang gently walked over, took hold of the attached hand, and gently gazed at her soft facial contour in the dim light and shadow, and her heart was moving gently.

He said softly, "little thing, are you angry? Angry that I just answered the phone? "

"I'm not angry."

Attachment gently raised his head, a smile.

The smile was brilliant, but it covered up too much heartache, unwillingness and uneasiness.