Before Wan Mingyi could calm down and reply.
My WeChat notification rang again.
[Just talking about love. Want to come?]
In my spare time, I don't talk about work, I only talk about feelings. Want to come?
Only talk about love.
Talking about love.
It was just a few words, and I could read it all at a glance.
Wan Mingyi, however, seemed to have forgotten how to read, staring blankly at the screen for a long time.
When they first met, she mistook him for a ride-hailing driver she had gotten lucky with.
We met again soon.
Before even knowing his name, his incredibly ambiguous "baby" was a slap in the face to Chen Jiayuan.
Then I learned that he was Mr. Luo, the renowned CEO of Star Studio in the industry.
The third time, the fourth time...
I know he majored in print modeling in college, and I've seen his eight-pack abs in advertisements.
I've seen him several times at the "Brilliant You" competition, and at the subsequent party, I even imitated him and helped him fend off his ex-girlfriend.
After the competition ended and her work and life returned to normal, Wan Mingyi thought that her interactions with Luo Changchuan would end there.
Unexpectedly, the phrase "only talk about love" instantly threw her heart into turmoil.
Before Wan Mingyi could figure out how to reply, her phone rang.
On the screen, the words "General Manager Luo" were clearly visible.
After hesitating for a while before answering, Wan Mingyi's voice was bright, deliberately trying to create the impression that she had been busy after sending the message and hadn't seen his two new messages yet.
"Hello, Mr. Luo..."
"I'm by the roadside, how much longer are you going to take?"
After a moment of hesitation, Wan Mingyi got up and walked out the window.
The night was dark, and a black sedan parked on the side of the road had its hazard lights on.
Even though she couldn't see the car logo, Wan Mingyi knew it must be Luo Changchuan.
Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her mouth, but Wan Mingyi forced herself to remain calm and said, "Didn't we agree to have dinner tomorrow? Is there something you need, Mr. Luo?"
"Tomorrow you're the one who asked me out. But today, I'm the one asking you out!"
On the other end of the phone, Luo Changchuan's voice was like a cool breeze on a summer night, "Wan Mingyi, ten minutes... if you haven't come down by then, I'll have to come upstairs to find you! If you get a parking ticket, it's on you, okay?"
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