Han Yueyao: “Take it. President Su, you behaved well tonight since you didn’t go to a nightclub.”
Su Yu: “Humph…”
Han Yueyao: “Don’t humph me. If you don’t want it, I’ll take it back.”
Su Yu: “You can’t. Red packets are not money transfers; you can’t take it back. Ha, I’ll open it.”
When he opened the red packet, he exploded.
Su Yu: “Damn. Only one cent. You wasted my data… Return my data.”
Han Yueyao: “Hahaha. Don’t lie to me. You’re at home using Wifi. How can I waste your data?”
Su Yu: “You sent me one cent? You’re shameless.”
Han Yueyao: “You’re shameless to open the red packet; how can you call me shameless?”
Su Yu: “I’m unfortunate to have an employee like you. My goodness…”
Han Yueyao: “You’re blessed to have an employee like me. Humph.”
Su Yu: “I don’t like this blessing.”
Han Yueyao: “I’m the biggest prize you ever have. Humph.”
Su Yu: “I guess the prize is equivalent to the toothpaste or soap bars one gets on the lucky draw activity at the company’s annual conference, right?”
Han Yueyao: “Hahaha. You insult me.”
Lying in bed, Han Yueyao felt extremely happy as she and Su Yu teased each other.
She was truly different from the other women who pursued Su Yu.
Those women all wanted to get something from him, whether it was money, connections, the position of Mrs. Su, or physical intimacy.
But Han Yueyao felt happy so long as she could talk to him and see him every day.
After all, pursuing him and getting rejected again and again was basically harassing him.
The more she loved Su Yu, the more she understood his feelings for Huo Mian.
In this world, there was a kind of love that was pure and unconditional. Without asking anything in return, she just loved him quietly so long as he was happy. Was this a Buddhstyle love?
“Fine. I can’t chat with you. I’ll go to sleep now,” said Su Yu.
“Okay. I’ll go and see if my frog son is back or not.”
“Young girl, you don’t even have a boyfriend, how can you keep talking about your son? Shame on you.”
“What? You pity me now? Then give me some pity sex… I’m not picky.” Han Yueyao sent him a voice message.
“In your dreams… I’m such an innocent guy; I don’t want to be with you, a dirty girl,” Su Yu joked.
Then their bickering ended.
In a great mood, Han Yueyao posted a comment in her Moments: Talking about love is child’s play; adults just seduce.
Many people left comments under the post; most of them were from the company including her agent, colleagues, the staff at the TV station, her partners, and models.
In short, Han Yueyao had made her name in the show business; she was no longer the young errand girl who had just come to C City.
She had her own friends, connections, and a promising career.
She was about to put down her cellphone to sleep when a WeChat message came.
She opened it and found it was from Su Xiaoxiao.
Su Xiaoxiao: “Yao, are you asleep?”
Han Yueyao: “Not yet. What’s up, Xiaoxiao?”
Su Xiaoxiao: “SOS.”
Han Yueyao: “You want a loan? How much?”
Su Xiaoxiao: “It’s not money. Yao, I want you to do me a favor; it’s super urgent.”