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Falling in Love With A Cool Guy

Sweet stories are coming. Be brave, and tell him how you feel. We hide in the lonely corners, watching those charming boys, but we don't know as long as we are brave enough, we can win their hearts. The handsome schoolboy, the abstinent professor, the cool genius... Who says that crush is fruitless? The pursuit of true love never goes out of style. “Falling in Love With A Cool Guy” My bestie's brother was a cool guy. When I met him for the first time, he went out of the bathroom and covered my head with a coat. Chelsea, my bestie tried to smooth things over. "This is my friend. Is she beautiful?" He looked at me coldly and said in a mean tone, "Ugly." Well, you might be a handful, but I knew how to deal with this type. I showed him my care and consideration for a long time. In the end, I gave up. He was still so arrogant that he didn't even call me sister. Two days after I gave up, he sent me the first message. Cool guy: [Are you playing hard to get?] “Love You Long Ago” I had a crush on Matthew, who was my neighbor, for a long time. One day, Matthew took the initiative to find me and introduced his younger brother to me. I smiled bitterly. Everyone knew that his half-brother was the person he hated the most. “Crush” I never thought this scene would appear in front of me. A tall man stood before me, holding the pink lingerie I had just taken off with his slender ring finger. My jeans were halfway also down my thighs.

Zhihu Select · Urban
Not enough ratings
55 Chs

The Story Afterward(2)

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I was overthinking.

Brandon was only looking for me because of work. His assistant was on maternity leave, and I happened to be available. Looking at his business-like expression, I pinched myself hard. I told myself to wake up and not think about those useless things.

Brandon was handling a financial dispute case, and the client was a foreman working at a construction site. The boss delayed paying their wages, and the client was unable to provide an explanation to his fellow construction workers. Some radical ones went to his house every day, holding up banners while threatening him. This time, we went there to investigate and collect evidence.

On the way, Brandon said to me, "Make sure to be sharp later on. Follow behind me and don't act rashly."

I wondered if he was worried about me. As soon as that thought entered my head, I immediately dismissed it. No, I shouldn't be touched at all. He was merely doubting my ability.