For seven days in a row, I met the same beggar in my dream.
He was dressed in rags, holding a broken bowl and chasing me and shouting: "Girl, please do me a favor and give me something to eat!"
In reality, I just met the cool and handsome president of a listed company in a bar.
Until one day, I accidentally touched the president's hand——
"Girl, please do me a favor and give me something to eat!" A familiar begging voice sounded in my mind.
The CEO quickly withdrew his hand, his ears turning red: "Sorry, I'm not used to physical contact."
Me: "... Were you mentally begging for food just now?"
His pupils were shaking.
The next day, there was a shining golden lucky cat in the president's office.
There is a line of small words engraved on the base: "If the performance reaches the standard, it can be exchanged for chicken legs."
