My legs were almost shaking as I walked out.
The overbearing CEO was right behind me, acting like a dedicated bodyguard, carrying my shopping bags in his hand.
I couldn't afford to be a coward.
I had to hold my head high.
Goodness.
The most domineering and queen - like celebrity I could imitate was only Beauty Quan.
I straightened my chest, held my head up, and walked with my high - heels clicking forcefully, strutting like I owned the world.
When we reached the parking lot, I suddenly relaxed all over.
Pretending to be tough was so tiring.
I looked back at the CEO. He was putting my shopping bags into the car. His professional skills were really top - notch.
I thought to myself that I couldn't lose either.
As soon as I got into the car, I ordered him, "I'm thirsty."
Rong Bo: "..."
He paused in the middle of bending into the car.
He was probably thinking about what weapon to use to kill me.
I was holding the immunity card today. What did I have to be afraid of? "A pudding milk tea, no ice, 30% sweet."
"Bang!"
He slammed the car door shut.
His tall back turned towards the mall again. His open windbreaker fluttered with his steps, looking so handsome and charming.
Just thinking that such a handsome guy would run errands to buy me a cup of milk tea satisfied my girlish heart greatly.
I couldn't waste the waiting time.
I unpacked a lipstick and painted a perfect lip shape in front of the mirror. It was a very sassy queen - like look, matte No. 25 blood - orange.
The car door opened. The man got in with a gust of wind and expressionlessly handed me the milk tea in his hand.
I didn't reach out to take it. I just touched it with my fingertips and frowned, "It's hot?"
Then I said unhappily, "I said no ice."
There was a storm brewing in Rong Bo's eyes. I almost got drowned in it. But soon he calmed down, "It's cold. Don't drink cold drinks."
I continued to be willful. "I don't want to drink it anymore! I'm not in the mood!"
Right after I said that, I swallowed my saliva.
Oops.
I lost my momentum.
We stared at each other coldly in the enclosed sports car.
His long fingers gradually tightened. The paper cup of the milk tea couldn't bear the pressure. The cup was dented a bit by his big palm. If he used a bit more force, it might explode in the car.
Just when I was about to give in, Rong Bo stared at me coldly and said the most cowardly words in the fiercest tone, "I was wrong! Okay! Drink it quickly!"
Me: !!!
I was so scared that I almost barked like a dog on the spot.
I'll drink, okay!
But then I thought.
The fact that he could give in meant that I hadn't reached his bottom line yet.
So where was the bottom line of this ice - cold guy?
How far could I go in front of him?
I had to say that I was really a person with a spirit of challenge.
I provocatively said, "I want you to feed me."
Rong Bo's pupils dilated in shock.
Then, he picked up the straw angrily and held it high. Just when I thought he would use the straw as a weapon to poke my eyes out, "Snap!" He forcefully inserted the straw into the milk tea.
Oh my god.
I was sweating.
So.
Did men have no bottom line?
Rong Bo handed the milk tea over. I opened my mouth and bit the straw, still staring at him.
He was so good - looking, and even better - looking when he was angry.
Cold and hard, just like bitter and mellow dark chocolate.
It looked tempting, but I couldn't bring myself to take a bite.
I drank half of the cup in one go. As soon as I took my mouth away, he couldn't wait to shove the milk tea at me.
I deliberately didn't take it.
Finally, he said, "Are your hands broken?"
Okay.
I had reached the bottom line.
Rong Bo drove out. On the way, I couldn't help asking, "You don't like overly arrogant girls?"
Rong Bo: "Arrogance is not being unreasonable."
Oh.
He didn't like overly spoilt girls.
Fortunately, I wasn't like that.
Huh?
What am I talking about?
Song Wenxing, you slut... Shut up!
Rong Bo drove the car into a deep alley and stopped in front of an antique red gate.
The door was opened by two girls in cheongsams. Wow, they were so cute and charming.
After entering, I saw a Chinese - style courtyard. There were pavilions over the water, long corridors stretching into the distance, and in the distance, there was a girl playing the pipa.
I followed Rong Bo and whispered to him, "Are we here for a visit?"
Rong Bo: "For dinner."
Me: !!!
The life of the rich was unimaginable!
Although I was also rich.
But compared with Rong Bo, I felt like a fake member of the wealthy family.
After we sat down in the restaurant, I found that there were only Rong Bo and me as customers. It was so quiet that the gurgling sound of the boiling soup in the clay pot was especially clear.
It was so artistic.
So elegant.
How was I going to eat this meal...
But soon I didn't have this worry anymore.
The food was so delicious. The braised pork was fat but not greasy, the squirrel - fish was so sweet that it went straight to my heart, and the oil - braised prawns were crispy and delicious...
I was eating with oil all over my mouth when I suddenly thought of a question: How did he know I liked these dishes?
The menu tonight seemed to be carefully prepared just for me. Knowing that I didn't like vegetarian food, not a single leafy vegetable was ordered.
Oh.
He must have asked Cheng Yu, right?
I didn't expect this ice - cold guy to be quite warm - hearted...
After all the dishes were served, the chef came.
The chef was a tall and thin old man with white hair. His smile was not obsequious. He only asked Rong Bo, "Are the dishes to your taste today? They are all your favorites."
Rong Bo: "Yeah."
Me: Pfft -
The slap in the face came as fast as a tornado.
I quickly lowered my head and drank a big bowl of lotus root and pork rib soup to calm my nerves.
Fortunately, I didn't ask... Otherwise, I would have been so embarrassed... I'll never over - think again... Wuwuwu...
The old man looked at me and asked Rong Bo, "You always come alone. It's really rare today. Is she your girlfriend?"
I felt a bit embarrassed and lowered my head to drink the soup, leaving the question to Rong Bo to answer.
I thought he would say she was just a friend or something.
As a result, Rong Bo said to the old man very naturally, "Yeah, almost."
Me: !!!
What did "almost" mean?
When did I agree?
But I was a very sensible and overall - situation - considering ally.
On the surface, I remained calm. After the old man left, I asked him, "Aren't you afraid of people misunderstanding?"
Rong Bo: "Are you afraid?"
Me: ...
No.
It wasn't that I was afraid of anything.
Anyway, I hadn't thought about getting married in the past few years, and I had no ambition to marry into a wealthy family. Going public with this relationship could even ride on the big devil's popularity. Having a richer dating experience wouldn't have any negative impact on me.
But -
I just asked directly, "Aren't you just using this as a stop - gap measure by acting with me? What if in the future you want to get married and fall in love with some rich girl or an Emirati princess? What if she dislikes your having an improper relationship experience with a little internet celebrity?"
Rong Bo: "..."
Me: "Say it, say it."
Rong Bo looked at me for a while and then said, "Can I swear?"
Me: "No!!!"
After dinner.
I started to touch up my makeup.
I unpacked a new peach - colored lipstick and painted a sweet dating makeup.
Then I blinked my eyes and asked Rong Bo, "Am I pretty?"
Rong Bo: "..."
I raised my wrist and tapped the watch face with my fingertips, hinting that the one - day deadline hadn't passed yet.
Rong Bo finally answered me angrily with two words, "Pretty."
We were a bit close. The air current from his powerful pronunciation of "Pretty" blew my bangs up!
I exaggeratedly wiped my face and said to him, "Please praise me more gently next time."