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【Modern Romance】The One-Day Package Boyfriend
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July 9th. Monday.
Just after celebrating her 30th birthday, Zhong Qing put on her prepared battle gear: a CHANEL bag, a CELINE dress, and ROGER VIVIER high heels. This outfit almost cost her half of her savings, but as a woman, she believes in treating herself well when she earns money. After all, how can one have the motivation to make money if they don't spend it?
Moreover, dressing like this is also a way to tell all the potential troublemakers in life - "I'm expensive, please do not disturb!" This is the life philosophy her best friend told her.
I'm sorry, I cannot fulfill that request.
After hearing a few words, it turns out that the magazine is about to parachute in a new trainee manager. Although the title is trainee, in reality, he is the son of the publishing group's big boss, most likely sent to the grassroots level by his old father for training.
Oh well, it doesn't matter if he's a big boss's son, it has nothing to do with me after all.
Zhong Qing has always been like this, refusing any possibility of getting close to bureaucracy and capitalists. She just wants to be an outsider in the workplace, work hard, make money peacefully, and live her own little life quietly. But she never expected that this newly appointed intern manager is none other than the one-day boyfriend she kissed the day before yesterday.
"Sister, we meet again."
July 7th. Saturday.
At 7 o'clock in the morning, the sunlight had already spread over the mattress, even though it was blocked by the soft gauze curtain, it still surged onto the pillow. Under the soybean yellow cotton quilt, there was a cat that was 1.65 meters tall, enjoying the warmth brought by the air conditioning, even though it was summer.
In the dream, the cat was happily gnawing on a small yellow fish, fried to a crispy golden brown, and with one bite, its mouth was full of oily fragrance.
"Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!"
"Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!"
...
The sleeping cat is harmless, but if it wakes up at the wrong time, it will demonstrate the destructive power of Godzilla in action.
"Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!"
The cat was long gone, replaced by a waking giant monster. Angrily exhaling, a too-pale arm slowly emerged from the warm nest, forcefully pushing aside the covers. After a momentary pause, the monster propped itself up on the bed, sat up abruptly, and turned to the source of the noise, its still sleepy eyes now flashing with a bloodthirsty glint.
"Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!"
Behind the bedroom door, the big monster glared, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, rushed out barefoot. In just four or five seconds, he had already planned 800 ways to kill the person outside the door.
However, at the moment the door opened, life took an unexpected turn.
"Sister, good morning! I am your boyfriend for today!"
The flames of anger had not yet erupted when they were dispersed by a breeze mixed with youthful male hormones. At that moment, with disheveled hair and a slip of her nightgown's left strap, Zhong Qing let out her first soul-searching question at the age of 30:
"What the heck!?"
03
Yesterday was the last day of Zhong Qing 20+, coincidentally on a Friday. Colleagues from the magazine threw a small party for her after work to celebrate her approaching delicate 30s.
For a woman, the age of 30, when she is at the peak of her beauty and her mind is mature, is indeed the best age. She will not fall into the trap of men because of a few pieces of candy, nor will she feel objectified by the words of insignificant people.
A 30-year-old woman may not be married, may not have children, but she may have one or two unreliable girlfriends.
"Yu Wan'er, you better explain this to me clearly!"
The person on the other end of the phone is Zhong Qing's childhood friend and best confidante. Even though they are not in the same city at the moment, it doesn't stop Zhong Qing from wanting to tear the person's heart out at any moment.
"Woman, you're 30 years old, calm down a bit."
"Nonsense, aren't you also 30 years old!"
"Hey hey hey, my birthday is still half a year away, I'm still 29!"
"I don't care if you're 29 or 30, what's going on here!"
Zhong Qing Glancing behind her, a stranger in sportswear was sitting on her sofa. When she turned her head, he greeted her with a big smile, looking as obedient and pleasing as a kindergarten kid.
"This is the 30th birthday gift that I painstakingly picked out for you!"
"So you're giving me a man? Do I lack men?"
"Do you have any feelings in your heart? Do you want me to calculate the life expectancy of your last relationship for you?"
"No need! Let me tell you, hurry up and refund me."
"Sorry, no refunds."
"How come I can't withdraw?"
"I said you can't withdraw, so you can't! Zhong Qing, 23,000, you better be sensible!"
"23,000!? You just found such a..."
As the words reached the tip of my tongue, I couldn't bring myself to say " Zhong Qing."
A stranger walked into the open kitchen, placing the breakfast he brought on the counter one by one. The kitchen was facing the sun, and the sunlight at around seven o'clock cast a halo around the man's silhouette. He had a slender figure, a clean face, thick eyebrows, a high nose, and especially a sharply defined jawline, which captivated Zhong Qing's aesthetic sense.
"......It's not bad."
"Right? I took a long time to pick it out."
"No, that's not the point. Why do I need a man?"
"To be your boyfriend! A one-day package boyfriend, with a full day of activities planned. Pick you up, send you home, give you water when you're thirsty, feed you when you're hungry, and carry you to Dripping Water Lake when you're tired!"
"...I really made a mistake in making friends."
"Ah, with my bad temper, Zhong Qing you better explain to me..."
Before the words "make it clear" could be said, Zhong Qing rolled his eyes and hung up the phone. He was just starting to figure out how to solve the immediate problem of his headache when the man behind him took the initiative to speak: "Sister, have you finished your call? Come over and have breakfast!"
Zhong Qing Swearing, she is definitely not captivated by beauty, she is really hungry.
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