7 Departure

With a duffel bag in right and a suitcase dragged by my left hand; I waited for Su Jie Sheng's car outside of the apartment building.

Feeling the chilly wind of autumn in the morning, I grabbed my scarf and about to wrap it up on my neck when the car I was waiting for arrived.

I went up to the car and the window in the back seat rolled down. I met Su Jie Sheng's pair of eyes.

"Good morning, President Sheng." I greeted him while remembering what he said to me yesterday to call him by his name.

Of course, I'm a little conscious to call him by "Sheng" only when his driver is within the hearing distance.

Considering my position in the company and Su Jie Sheng's, I need to have a respectful line between work and my private life.

Humans tend to forget to cover up their habits in times.

What if I happened to forgot my position one day and called him 'Sheng' in front of coworkers, collaborators, and others?

What will they think?

I don't want any malicious rumours to spread around between me and Su Jie Sheng.

After I greeted him, Su Jie Sheng stepped out of the car.

With a distance of about a meter. Facing him, I feel a little flustered.

Out of nowhere, he grabbed the scarf that I was holding and reached for my neck.

My eyes suddenly spasmed and my heart beat suddenly went faster. It was like I was on a high bridge; a feeling as if on edge but in a good way.

He wrapped my neck up with the scarf.

I don't know how he did it but only half of my face can be seen.

When Su Jie Sheng looked at the person and the "finished product" that he worked on her, he has an urged to laugh but kept it inside. In the end, a grin was pasted on his face.

The person in front of him is like a wrapped up dumpling with a pair of peach blossom eyes.

He then suddenly stepped forward and went near on the left side of her face and replied in a low voice:

"Hmm, good morning too. At the very least you remembered what I told you. I'll accept it for now."

In a dazed, Yong Zhi Rou was reduced to an unmoving "dumpling" statue with a red ear, still deeply flustered and wrapped up.

Su Jie Sheng then grabbed the duffel bag and the suitcase and brought it on the trunk where his suitcase is sitting.

He then walked back to Yong Zhi Rou who was still frozen.

When he saw the visible red ears, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Zhi Rou, let's go." He told her as he opened the car and went in.

As she was snapped off out of her daze, she replied:

"Oh, right!" She quickly went in as if she has a tail on fire.

"Let's head to the airport." Su Jie Sheng directed.

Then a car departed heading to the airport with a man that is masking off his amusement, a woman who is still lagging, and the driver Lan Yi who is almost 50 years old.