Shen Zhiyi was confused.
If not Mr. Pei, then what should I call him?
She paused for a moment, then came to her senses.
Pei Ji was an airborne boss, and he certainly hoped that his subordinates would not be so unfamiliar with him.
Being closer gives you a greater sense of belonging.
So she tried to test him: "Old..."
Pei Ji raised his eyes.
Shen Zhiyi: “Boss?”
Pei Ji: ...
"I'm not a gangster."
Shen Zhiyi smirked.
"Then call me boss."
"Everyone occasionally calls Mr. Jiang that."
Pei Ji's face remained expressionless: "That's what everyone calls you, not what you call me."
Shen Zhiyi: …
She suspected that Pei Ji was deliberately looking for trouble.
But there is no evidence.
Pei Ji saw her frowning, a slight curve at the corners of her lips, and leaned back in his chair.
"Call me by my English name, Carlo."
His eyes were deep.
Like an amber vortex, it sucked her in tightly.
"Now, shout for your ears."
Shen Zhiyi nodded immediately, "Damn it, Carlo."
Pei Ji rested his elbow on the side of the chair, his fingertips lightly stroking the gold rim of his glasses, and said lightly: "Not very skilled."
"Call a few more times."
Shen Zhiyi didn't find anything wrong and shouted twice more without hesitation.
"Carlo, Carlo, Carlo."
The sweet voice echoed in the office.
Like a small brush with feathers, it brushed across Pei Ji's heart.
The wound that had just been healed by her unilateral termination of the contract healed a little at this moment.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
On her innocent and naive face, he recklessly admired his own darkness.
His name isn't Carlo at all.
It’s just that Carlo is pronounced similarly to the Spanish word Caro.
It means "dear".
A tiny desire to be close to her emerged in an unstoppable way.
Pei Ji raised the corners of his lips slightly.
"Um."
"Get out."
Shen Zhiyi turned and left.
Pei Ji looked at her back, and the desire to possess her again grew stronger and stronger in his heart.
It's been seven whole days.
He hadn't touched her.
A simple kiss cannot feed a hungry beast.
On the contrary, this little bit of sweetness brought back memories of feasting in the past, making him feel uneasy.
He thought.
Only meat can be eaten.
Only then will all these wars come to a temporary halt.
*
Shen Zhiyi ordered tulips for everyone.
Each bouquet is of a different color and is placed at the company entrance for everyone to choose from.
She herself held a bouquet of light pink ones.
As soon as it was in place, the vase was put in.
Pei Ji was in the office, watching her bend down and smell the flowers, then she smiled faintly, beautiful and bright, more charming than spring.
His eyebrows also raised slightly.
But after a while, he couldn't laugh anymore.
Several male colleagues passed by Shen Zhiyi and placed the tulips in their hands on her desk.
Soon, her seat was piled with bouquets of flowers.
Red, green, and yellow.
As wonderful as Pei Ji's expression.
With a snap.
The nib of the pen is broken.
Thick black ink spots spread across the piece, like rapidly spreading dark clouds.
He clenched his fist.
Throw the pile of papers into the trash can.
This bunch of lowly trash.
Use the flowers he bought with his own money to ask for his woman?
Pei Ji's teeth were almost broken.
After a while, Shen Zhiyi got up and left.
I don't know where he went.
Colleagues in the secretariat discussed the matter excitedly.
"Is anyone confessing to Zhiyi again?"
"Could it be Xiao Zhang from the Finance Department this time? He's been delivering meals to Zhiyi for three days."
"Well, it could also be Kobayashi from the Ministry of Justice."
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