Chapter 3 — Baby Copy Bring Me Closer to You One More Time

He ordered. I suddenly trembled, but still did not dare to move. "To Tieu Mi." He slowly read each word of my name, his voice filled with no emotion, "It's been five years, my bravery has grown so much, I don't even dare to listen to my words?" I suddenly raised my head, immediately facing eyes as deep as ice lakes. Pho Thua Nghiem sat behind a large desk, wearing a perfectly tailored black suit, no tie, collar slightly open, revealing sexy collarbones. His facial features are even more angular and sharp compared to five years ago, his features are clear, his jawline is tight, his thin lips are pursed into a straight line, his whole body exudes the deadly charm of a grown man... and also a sense of danger. "Deputy... Deputy General." I tried to squeeze out a smile that was even more ugly than crying, "Long time... long time no see." He smiled coldly, stood up, walked around the desk, step by step approaching me. The height of one meter eighty-five brought incredible pressure, I instinctively retreated. He took a step forward, I took a step back. Until my back was pressed against the cold door, there was no way back. He stretched out his long arm, leaned on the door next to my ear, surrounding me in the darkness and his pressure. "Run?" He leaned down, his hot breath blew into my ear, making me tremble, "Where are you going to run this time?" 【Chapter 2】 I was stuck between him and the door by Pho Thua Nghiem, my heart beating as if it wanted to jump out of my throat. The familiar cold smell of his body enveloped me, mixed with the faint, domineering scent of tobacco, invading all my senses. "I... I don't intend to run." I spoke strongly, but my eyes were averted, "I just came to deliver the cakes, I'll leave when I'm done." "After delivering, I'll leave?" He raised his eyebrows, his fingers gently curled a strand of my hair, brought it to the tip of his nose and sniffed softly, "To Tieu Mi, do you think I'm an idiot?" My scalp was numb. "I... I really..." "Why did you leave five years ago?" He interrupted me, his voice suddenly cold as the Siberian wind. I choked. Here comes the question of death. What can I say? Should I say: Deputy CEO, you are extremely talented, have great physical strength, can roll over seven or eight times a night, each time it seems like you want to eat me alive, this small body can't stand it, if you don't run, sooner or later you will die young? I couldn't say that sentence out loud. It's too damaging to a man's self-esteem. I rolled my eyes, making up nonsense in a hurry: "Because... because we're not compatible!" "Not compatible?" He seemed to hear the funniest thing in the world. He laughed lowly, his chest vibrated, the vibrations transmitted straight to my body that was close to me, "What's wrong? Obviously... a match made in heaven." The last four words, he almost whispered against my lips. My face turned red, one hand pushed against his solid chest: "Don't talk nonsense! We're over!" He didn't move at all, but instead took advantage of the situation and grabbed my wrist, the force was so strong that it seemed to crush my bones. "It's over? Do I agree?" "Pho Thua Nghiem! Do you have any reason? We were just..." I was speechless. What were we then? Contract lover? Apparently no, there was no contract signed. Bedmate? That's not true, besides going to bed, we also ate together, watched movies, and he even helped me dry my hair. I blushed, choked for half a day and couldn't say a word. He looked at my confused appearance, a smug look flashed through his eyes: "Just what? Hm?" "Let me go!" I started struggling. "Don't let go." He firmly refused, his other hand hugged my waist, pulling my whole body close to him, "Five years, Tieu Mi, I've been looking for you for five years." There was something very soft in his voice... tired.

tired, and… self-pity? I was stunned. "What... are you looking for me?" "What do you think?" He asked back, his hot eyes staring at me, "Something that belongs to me is lost, shouldn't I find it?"Thing? I was hit by that word, an unknown anger rose in my heart. "I'm not your thing! Pho Thua Nghiem, I have a name, my name is To Tieu Mi!" "I know." He nodded, his fingertips gently caressing my wrist, his voice suddenly softened a bit, "So Tieu Mi, come home with me."