In order to cope with the pressure to get married, I customized a "perfect virtual boyfriend" on a black technology APP.
He has incredible looks, a seductive voice, is knowledgeable, and is online 24 hours a day, perfectly satisfying all my fantasies.
I complained to him with confidence: "My boss is a work machine, cold and ruthless and forced to work overtime!"
He responded gently: "Well, this kind of person is indeed too much. Do you need me to scold him for you?"
I was obsessed with this perfect cyber love until the company's annual meeting.
The new CEO, who was rumored to have a profound background, landed in the air, and was so handsome that people and gods were outraged, walked straight towards me with champagne in his hand.
Amid the astonished gazes of the entire audience, he leaned over to my ear and whispered in a voice that was familiar to me after listening to it for three months:
"Baby, it seems that the 'work machine' you scolded yesterday was me?"
The cake in my hand made a "click" sound, and his face was covered with a haute couture suit.
Later, the whole company knew that the new CEO had a "two-faced" girlfriend who was bold offline and coquettish and cute online.
And he never tired of it, seamlessly switching roles in my "virtual" and "real" worlds.
If everything is normal, we will update every Wednesday and Sunday. 😀😀
Concept: In an era where algorithms can customize "perfect love", true love is born precisely from those clumsy "flaws" that cannot be calculated.