Evil Awe-Inspiring

My first guess is: does she want to seduce me?

But then I immediately tell myself clearly: Chen Yang, you are delusional.

She has money, beautiful, ident.i.ty, grace and charm. Such a woman seems to have no reason to be fascinated by me for know me just two days.

So she treats me like this... There must be a special reason. Mostly because... Do I look like someone? Like her ex-lover?

But the problem is... I can"t say it clearly!

She is my boss! What should I say?

I say to her, "Hey! Miss Fang, are you interested in me?"

I suddenly discovered another thing... I"ve been mixed up in women"s heaps for years. But that is the place of wind and moon.

I"m probably used to hanging out with the wild girls, but I"m at a loss in the face of these "normal" women!

Yes! If I were facing a woman like Mary, I might have been able to hop over and pat her on the b.u.t.tocks and hook her shoulders and say, "Beauty, don"t spark, be careful to set fire to your upper body." Then, maybe we"ll take the boat and take advantage of it.

In that life, I have always been like this.

But now the time has changed, the place has changed, and the people have changed. These will all not be working.

I cough and try to make my voice appear normal. "Miss Fang, you are treating me really good!"

I take the shirt and put it aside, but she laughs and says, "You"d better change it now. We"ll go out soon. You can"t change clothes in the car."

"OK!" Since the hostess is so generous, what shame am I? I walk into the bathroom with shirt.

When I come out, I still feel somewhere wrong. She looks at the brand-new shirt on my body and suddenly responding, "Ah, new clothes need to be ironed before they can be worn. There are folded seals on your chest."

"It doesn"t matter." I politely refused. I don"t want my boss to iron the clothes for me. This is very likely, because I see she has already rolled up her sleeves.

"Ah… All right!" I think I"m afraid it"s hard to keep silent anymore: "Miss Fang, I think we need to talk."

To be honest, I have a good impression of her. If under other circ.u.mstances, such a beautiful and attractive woman is interesting to me. I defiantly date with her. But she is my boss and the person who pays me salary. And I know that she is so nice to me, mostly because I look like someone. I don"t want to cause any trouble. I need this job and I need to straighten out the relationship with her.

"Well... What is it? "

I cough, sit down and try to speak in the most sincere way: "Miss Fang... I hope not to offense you. First of all, I want to say that you are a very good person, a very good boss. You gave me a very expensive suit on the first day of my work, and at the same time you endured a great misfortune I had caused, and you paid me for it."

Speaking of this, she interposes, "You deserve that dress, and you need it. As for compensation, I"m just going to help you temporarily."

"All right." I carefully wording: "in addition to those, I also want to thank you for your cigarettes... Thank you for your shirt."

I deliberately sound the two words "Thank you".

Then I try to use the most peaceful smile and said, "To be honest, I"m flattered."

"Oh..." There is a glimpse of loss in her eyes, but then there is a little sadness. She leans slowly on the sofa and lights a cigarette subconsciously. Her charming eyes are hidden behind the smoke. She slowly says, "Well, I think you must be weird too... Why would I treat you like this? "

She smiles. "In fact, it may be my practice that makes you somewhat uncomfortable. I think I might explain."

After a pause, she suddenly laughs, but a little strangely: "Chen Yang, will you misunderstand that I am the kind of strange female boss who tempts young subordinates?"

I quickly shake my head and then say, "Yesterday I vaguely heard you say... Is it because I look like somebody?

"..." She takes a deep breath of cigarette, but did not spit it out, as if to absorb the taste of tobacco into the lungs. Then her eyes suddenly red, fingers tremble gently, cigarette falls to the ground. I hurry over to help her pick up the cigarette and throw it into the ashtray, and draw a paper towel from the table and hand it to her.

"Thank you." She smiles at me, then gently wipe the tear stains off the corners of her eyes and shakes her head. "I"m sorry, I"m out of shape."

"Do you still smoke?" I pick up the tube.

"No," She shakes her head and looks at me. "Chen Yang, you are a nice person. Thank you."

I smile and say, "Time should be still early. If you want to say something, I will be happy to be a listener."

Azle dating rules No. 1: Most women don"t like gushing guys. Most women are more attracted to guys who are willing to listen patiently.

Azle is a guy does understanding women. Although I do not intend to have relationship with Nanny Fang, but if I can win the favor of my boss, it must be a good thing for me!

She suddenly stands up, goes to the wine cabinet and takes out a bottle of wine to open, first pour herself a gla.s.s, and then looks up at me: "Do you drink it?"

"No." I shake my head.

She seems to be laughing, but there is no pleasure in her eyes. She looks at me with a goblet in her hand and says, "Chen Yang, what do you think of me?"

"Very good! I think you are great. A woman supports such a big career. You are a strong woman."

She smiles and drinks a mouthful, then murmurs, "A strong woman... Do you know, I haven"t seen anyone in my family for a long time. I don"t even have any very good friends. I never invited friends to my house. As for men, Hmm, there almost never be no man even want to enter my door!" After that, she laughs again, "Of course, you are an exception!"

She drank too fast, her cheeks flushed with wine, and it"s likely a drop of water coming out of her eyes.

"Chen Yang... I"m sorry today. I think you can see that I deliberately let you do those errands in the afternoon. I didn"t mean to tease you, but... That feeling is really good for me... Very good." Her voice is so soft that I can"t help but feel sad for her: "I am always the only one in this house, from upstairs to downstairs, to the bas.e.m.e.nt, to the garage, I am the only one. I have always taken care of myself. I think I am so independent and strong. But actually, this afternoon, looking at you for my busy appearance, I suddenly felt very... very happy. Because I feel like I"m being looked after."

After that, it is another mouthful drink.

I realize that something wrong.

The goblet she holding is very big. It"s the huge goblet of European style. If it"s full, it"s around almost a small bottle of capacity. She drank half a cup of wine at a mouthful and finished half of a bottle of red wine already.

Then she begins to shed tears.

My G.o.d... It turns out that this woman is a wimpy drinker.

Half bottle of red wine, she is almost drunk.

"Do you know... In fact, in the past, there was a person who took care of me very much, he was very good to me, then I was not the way I am now, is not what a strong woman... I don"t care about anything. He used to help me with furniture and electrical wiring like you did." She suddenly keeps smiling. Her eyes are somewhat scattered. "But he walked away. Never coming back..."

I have some helplessness. This woman is too bad to drink.

Blame me. When I was working in the club, which girl is not ma.s.s drinker? Never seen such a woman is drunk in two gla.s.ses.

Even the girl of friends I know, Jojo is the same kind of girl with the same face after seven or eight bottles of beer!

Her voice is gradually dropping down, and I am trying to stop her from filling her mouth with wine.

Suddenly, she jumps up and down from the sofa. And then stands in front of me, staring at me with a pair of eyes, like a javelin. I am shocked, and quickly stand up to help her, afraid that she would fall. Then she is soft again and throws herself into my arms. The whole person is as soft as a noodle. The gla.s.s in her hand falls to the ground.

In my arms, her subtle aroma and liquor mix together and go straight into my nose. The soft body is totally unprotected. Just sticking so positively in my arms, I can even fully feel the soft and attractive curves of her body.

I am already a little mouth parched and tongue scorched, but I hear that she seems to be whispering: "Brother... Brother... I don"t want to be your sister only. I want to be... I"ve been waiting for you for ten years... Why don"t you come to me?"

I"m cold sweating!

Brother? Younger sister? Incest...??

It can"t be true!