Having repeated everything she could think of, the assistant did not see a satisfied expression on Leng Zimo’s face.
"Anything else?"
When Leng Zimo asked again, the assistant just shook her head.
"I’m sorry, President Leng, I really can’t think of anything else."
Leng Zimo’s brow furrowed slightly, and the assistant was imdiately filled with fear.
She had heard of the president’s coldness—was she about to be fired just because her answer hadn’t been satisfactory?!
"Then, what gifts do girls generally like when going on a date?"
"This..." The assistant didn’t dare to answer rashly, thought carefully, and then responded, "Usually, people give flowers, right?"
Flowers?
That girl is allergic.
"What else?"
"What else?" The assistant thought again, "Maybe dolls, chocolates... I’m sorry, President Leng, I... I’ve only had one boyfriend, and what I’ve ntioned are things I like. I don’t know what other girls prefer, and I understand I haven’t done enough howork on this, I will pay more attention in the future. Please don’t be angry."
Leng Zimo lifted his gaze to look at the panicked assistant, waved his hand lightly, and she hurriedly fled out the door.
Grabbing a pen and paper, Leng Zimo listed the few items she had ntioned and pondered, marking checks next to "watching a movie," "eating out," and "shopping."
Raising his hand to press the intercom, he commanded in a clear voice.
"Ailin, co in for a mont!"
...
...
World City.
"Perfect!"
Luo Xiaoqian was satisfied with the spotless living room, humming a tune as she went upstairs, ready to exercise in the Practice Room, when her cellphone in her handbag began to ring.
Seeing the words "Big Fool" on the screen, she imdiately picked up the phone.
"In an hour, we’re going on a date."
Listening to his serious tone, Luo Xiaoqian just wanted to laugh.
Dating, commanded like issuing an order—he was the first she knew who did this.
"You don’t want to go?" Not hearing her reply, Leng Zimo asked with suspicion.
"No, I’m just too excited!" she hurriedly said.
"When the ti cos, just co downstairs. I’ll be waiting for you at the building entrance."
Leng Zimo hung up the phone efficiently, and Luo Xiaoqian, holding her phone, felt a surge of excitent. She turned and headed for the gym, then suddenly dashed into the bedroom and flung open the wardrobe.
This was her first date with him, so what should she wear?
Looking at her clothes in the closet, Luo Xiaoqian was at a loss.
Extending her hand toward the clothes, she hesitated halfway, pulled back, and rushed into the bathroom to take a shower. After drying her hair, she ca back out and began trying on one piece of clothing after another that he had bought for her.
However, the more she looked, the more confused she beca, never quite satisfied with any piece.
Even though they had been together for so long, this was an important first for her, and naturally, she wanted to present the best version of herself to him.
But before she had picked out the right outfit, Leng Zimo’s call ca through once again.
"I’m downstairs."
No way, it wasn’t an hour already, was it? How could ti have passed so quickly?
Luo Xiaoqian felt dizzy.
"I’ll be right down!"
In a panic, she hung the clothes back in the wardrobe, randomly chose an outfit to put on, and after a quick glance in the mirror to straighten her hair, rushed out the door, sprinted to the elevator, and hurried down the steps to see his car already parked at the entrance.
Rushing towards it, Luo Xiaoqian didn’t want to upset him by being late on their first date, especially since this guy always had a precise sense of ti.
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