At the age of 22, I pretended to be a sales girl, sneaked into the parking lot below his company, and caught him entangled with an actress. The woman thought I was a paparazzi taking secret photos and threw her handbag at me, but he stopped me. He was 30 years old at the time, young and handsome. Although he was inseparable from the prosperity of his ancestors, he had achieved some success by relying on his vigorous and resolute actions.
After the great revenge was avenged, something was missing in my heart.
The CEO wondered, was he afraid that she would be alone? Are you afraid that you will be alone? Maybe!
Intention: I give myself to you bit by bit. Is this considered preference?