When Lin Lin was sharpening her claws on Shen Yao's six-figure crocodile leather sofa, she finally confirmed that she had become the most difficult "business problem" for Fortune 500 CEOs - this man, who even gave orders with a cold voice when it came to mergers and acquisitions, was kneeling on one knee holding freeze-dried salmon and asked in a more solemn tone than a road show: "Would you like to try the one shipped by air from Hokkaido?"
As Xiao Chengfeng's forced employee, she witnessed with her own eyes Shen Yao's transformation of the top-floor office into a cat climbing frame paradise: "Cat Body Language Analysis" was superimposed on the financial statements, and the background sound of the satellite conference call was mixed with purring. He would use an antique cigar box to store quail egg yolks, use a blue and white porcelain bowl from the auction to serve goat milk, and even suddenly pause in the middle of a cross-border negotiation: "Sorry, my cat knocked over the pen holder for the fifth time on the surveillance camera."
On that first snowy night, the firelight from the fireplace licked Shen Yao's loosened silver-gray tie. Lin Lin curled up and took a nap where his heartbeat was the loudest, and the down suddenly turned into the girl's white fingertips. The man's frozen hand was still hanging in the air, and the unfed snacks in his palm were scattered like stars scattered all over the floor.
"Now," his Adam's apple rolled and he draped his suit jacket over her shoulders, "Is it time to introduce myself again?"
Concept: Warm little daily life ~ sweet smile ~