Seeing Pei Zhao reach out to grab her, Mingyao was so frightened that she quickly took a half step back. "Thank you, Mr. Pei."
Pei Zhao has many friends, both men and women, and he is not sensitive to the boundaries between men and women.
"I'm not in pain anymore."
It would be a lie to say it didn't hurt. Mingyao remained strong and calm, only wanting Pei Zhao to leave quickly. "Wasn't Mr. Pei with his friends? Why is he at the company again?"
“I remembered I had some things to take care of, so I came back.”
Pei Zhao stared intently at Ming Yao, making no attempt to hide his interest in her.
Mingyao avoided his burning gaze, a bad premonition rising in her heart.
With a smile on her face, she subtly took a step back, distancing herself from Pei Zhao. "Mr. Pei, you go ahead with your work. I still have tasks to complete."
The woman's intuition told her that she had to leave quickly!
As she turned around, a dark figure flashed in her peripheral vision. The tall and slender Pei Zhao stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall, blocking Ming Yao's path, watching her with great interest.
Mingyao forced a smile, inwardly realizing something was wrong.
Pei Zhao was not as tall as Pei Siyu, but he was still a head and a half taller than Ming Yao.
So much so that Mingyao felt pressured by his close-up observation.
Mingyao's eyes crinkled into a smile as she feigned ignorance and looked at him. "Is there anything else, Mr. Pei?"
Why are you avoiding me?
"ah?"
Mingyao frowned, her eyes darting around as she explained, "Mr. Pei is my boss, and I was worried about upsetting him, so..."
When she looked up again, Pei Zhao's face, which bore a striking resemblance to Pei Siyu, suddenly appeared several times larger.
Unlike Pei Siyu's maturity and imposing presence, Pei Zhao's face showed youthful innocence and naivety, with an undisguised arrogance and unruliness between his brows and eyes.
Mingyao held her breath and straightened her body, her smile freezing slightly. "Mr. Pei, what are you doing?"
He got too close; the distance was extremely ambiguous.
Mingyao nervously stepped back to create some distance, then began to make up an excuse, "Mr. Pei, I'll have my pay docked if I'm late."
Pei Zhao didn't press for details, and simply took out his phone, "Contact information."
Mingyao's eyes widened, her almond-shaped eyes, like those of a doe, filled with surprise and astonishment.
"My contact information?"
Pei Zhao looked at her with a half-smile, "Otherwise, it's because of you that I made a special trip back."
When he left the company, he only glanced at her once more. While speeding, his mind was filled with the radiant, otherworldly Mingyao.
Pei Zhao believed he had seen countless beauties, many of whom were prettier than Ming Yao, but Ming Yao's fragile and delicate nature was unique.
No woman had ever made him so unable to forget her, which is why he stepped into the company for the second time.
A buzzing sound filled Mingyao's ears, a stiff smile on her face, and her heart sank to the bottom.
"Sorry, Mr. Pei, my phone is dead."
She made up a random excuse, but Pei Zhao wasn't so easily fooled. "It's okay, just remember the phone number."
"I can't remember the phone number."
Pei Zhao: "..."
He frowned slightly, looking at Mingyao suspiciously. "Are there still people who can't remember phone numbers these days?"
Mingyao blinked and looked at Pei Zhao seriously. "I really can't remember it. The phone number is written in the backup book."
That's true.
Su Xueya had several phone numbers, but Mingyao only remembered one that she had stopped using a long time ago.
The number Su Xueya uses most often is now; she herself can't even remember it and has written it in her contacts, let alone consciously memorizing it.
"Mr. Pei, I'm so sorry to have spoiled your fun."
Without a phone number or a phone number, Pei Zhao should have given up.
Just when Mingyao thought she was about to escape, her wrist suddenly tightened.
Pei Zhao increased the pressure on his hands, leaning his upper body slightly towards Ming Yao.
His eyes crinkled into a smile, his dark pupils sparkling with a bright light. "It's okay, we can exchange contact information once the phone is charged."
His palms were burning hot, making Mingyao's wrists ache.
There are charging stations at the front desk.
Pei Zhao grabbed Ming Yao's wrist and pulled her along quickly toward the front desk.
Mingyao twisted her wrists, trying to break free from his grasp.
However, Pei Zhao was too strong, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not break free.
Oh no, oh no.
It was just past the end of the workday, and my colleagues were leaving the company one after another to have lunch, inevitably passing through the lobby.
The lobby is crowded right now. If Pei Zhao shows up with her, who in the company won't gossip and have wild thoughts?
If Xia Kexing chats with Pei Zhao for even a few minutes, her colleagues will inevitably gossip about her. Wouldn't her close relationship with Pei Zhao directly ignite their gossip-loving spirits?
When that time comes, she won't be able to clear her name even if she jumps into the Yellow River!
In her panic, Mingyao cried out, "Ouch!"
"Mr. Pei, I suddenly have a stomachache."
She frowned, her watery eyes gazing at Pei Zhao.
Perhaps it really hurt, because her voice trembled, as if it would dissipate with a gust of wind.
Mingyao's face was deathly pale as she clutched her stomach, tears welling in her eyes, a pitiful sight indeed.
Pei Zhao felt as if an invisible hand had gripped the softest part of his heart, tightening its grip suddenly. He involuntarily loosened his hold on Ming Yao's hand, afraid of hurting her.
Pei Zhao, who was used to being taken care of, rarely cared about others. When he saw Ming Yao's pained expression with her face all scrunched up, he was at a loss for what to do.
"Hang in there, I'll call an ambulance right away!"
Pei Zhaojun's handsome face betrayed his panic and worry.
Mingyao quickly grabbed his hand holding the phone, shook her head slightly, and pretended to struggle as she said, "Mr. Pei, I just simply wanted to..."
She bit her lower lip, paused, her fair face flushed red, and said, word by word, "diarrhea."
Her voice grew softer and softer until it was barely audible, "I can't hold it in anymore!"
At this moment, Mingyao's face was as red as a persimmon, very tempting.
Pei Zhao was stunned. "Diarrhea?"
Mingyao covered her stomach with both hands, and said with an embarrassed smile, "Sorry, I need to go to the restroom first."
Before Pei Zhao could react, Ming Yao slipped away and ran to the toilet without looking back.
Pei Zhao stared at Ming Yao's disheveled back, recalling her face which was as red as a persimmon, and chuckled.
No wonder her face was burning red; was it because she was embarrassed to mention having diarrhea in front of him?
"interesting."
Mingyao rushed into the bathroom stall, closed the door, sat on the toilet seat, and let out a long breath.
To get rid of Pei Zhao, she didn't hesitate to abandon her beautiful image; now there shouldn't be any problems.
The women surrounding Pei Zhao all tried their best to maintain a perfect image in front of him. The beautiful woman who almost couldn't hold back her diarrhea was quite attractive, and he guessed that his fantasy would be shattered.
No one can accept that a beautiful woman who is almost perfect and flawless goes to the toilet like an ordinary person.
Mingyao thought her plan was perfect, but little did she know that by doing the opposite, the scene of her rushing into the toilet not only did not make Pei Zhao forget her, but also deepened his impression of her, making him like her even more.
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