Urban drama: Me! I collide with Bei Weiwei at the very beginning.

The two of them strolled around the small garden behind the restaurant. It seemed that because it was a weekday, there weren't many people there.

The sun is just right.

The path, paved with small stones, was very quiet.

"Manager, aren't you planning to go back? The project has only just begun." She looked up at his profile.

"No rush, we need to give them time to make a sample first."

"Oh...Manager, have you thought about my classmate's matter?" Bei Weiwei pressed for an answer.

Zhen Shaoxiang then looked over.

The two-second eye contact made Bei Weiwei feel a little guilty...

This must be a date, right?

It doesn't seem right to keep asking these kinds of questions.

“Now that we’re out, you don’t need to call me manager anymore, right?” Zhen Shaoxiang suddenly said.

what?

Bei Wei was slightly taken aback.

What should I call you?

Is his name Shaoxiang?

But it also feels so impolite.

Damn!

Dating your boss is such a hassle...

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Seeing the many changes in her facial expressions, she seemed quite troubled.

Zhen Shaoxiang stopped and placed his arms on her shoulders at the perfect angle.

The scent of hormones wafted around my body, giving me an urge to relieve myself right there and then.

“When you’re outside, call me husband.”

"what?"

Those bright eyes began to tremble, and a clear blush appeared on her face.

This is so embarrassing...

"It seems your classmate has no chance of getting into the company."

Zhen Shaoxiang had just finished speaking.

"Husband."

Bei Weiwei blurted it out.

That feeling just came over me. Disgust.

He looked at her for two seconds, a slight smile appearing on his face.

"You and your classmates are so close, you actually called them out for them." (Shen)

"Of course that's good...no." Sensing something was amiss, Bei Weiwei quickly changed her words, "No, you are Zhenshui Wuxiang, I only called you husband because I wanted to."

That's a really good excuse. (Brick)

"Tongue twisters?"

"hehe."

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"Manager."

Perhaps it was just a habit, or perhaps calling her "manager" made her feel more natural.

Zhen Shaoxiang did not pursue the matter further.

"What's wrong?" Uncle

"do you like me?"

Good guy.

World-weary penguins, doves

They've already kissed and she's still asking this question. It seems girls still prefer sweet talk.

It's like they only ask about their relationship after they've slept together.

"Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Because you kissed me before you even confessed to me..." she said with a slight blush.

"Ok."

He responded.

Zhen Shaoxiang tilted his head and kissed her soft lips again.

"Bei Weiwei, I like you."

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As soon as these words entered her ears, Bei Weiwei felt as if she had eaten a sweet date, and her entire body meridians were filled with pleasure.

"What do you like me?"

"Good-looking." He replied without hesitation.

"But there are so many pretty girls..."

“None of them are as tall as you,” Zhen Shaoxiang replied.

Bei smiled happily.

This is too exaggerated.

"Also, she can make a dress look like a bikini; talent is something you can't force," he continued.

She seemed a little confused.

until--

Zhen Shaoxiang glanced at her chest in a suggestive manner.

brush--

Bei Weiwei shyly covered her erect penis.

"Manager, you're bullying me..."

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"Is just looking at you considered bullying? I haven't even touched you yet." Zhen Shaoxiang had already started making slightly risqué jokes.

Bei Weiwei's face was as red as a ripe apple.

"Manager, you!! You're ignoring me!"

She quickened her pace and walked ahead.

Zhen Shaoxiang chuckled, took a couple of steps, and then put an arm around her shoulder.

"And you? Do you like me?"

Bei pursed her lips slightly.

"Um..."

It seemed to come from inside the stomach.

"What? I didn't hear that," Zhen Shaoxiang said.

It took a second to settle.

"I like you." She mustered her courage.

Finish this sentence.

She could almost hear her own heartbeat.

Who likes me?

“Bei Weiwei likes you.” She raised her voice.

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