My Beloved's Choice Woman

Company Event part two

"Veron's..."

Zein stepped closer to Veron. Eyes full of hope and longing clearly visible by Veron.

Veron stuck out a hand rejecting Zein to step forward. "Mr Zein. Please be sane!"

"Nobody happens to be this perfect. Your face, your voice, the way you walk. And Dave. It can't be just a coincidence."

"What does that mean to Dave?" veron said with a relaxed face as possible. Veron hopes that the hair on his face can cover up his cold sweat spots.

"Your face looks anxious. Missy.... "

Veron was silent for a moment as his heartbeat thumped.

"What would you like to talk about me with Mr Dave, sir?"

"No need to squint."

"Either my words correspond to the question of your heart or not. But I'll say it." Veron stared intensely at Zein. Veron encourages himself to settle his affairs with Zein.

"First, like I met you a few times. I also met Mr. Dave several times at Zello's company. Mr. Dave is one of the investors in my husband's company. The second, just as you thought I was your girlfriend. Dave is also a demikin. If you don't believe me, you can ask yourself. Third, it looks like you misread my face. This was not an anxious face, but an uncomfortable face. Who would be comfortable continue to be treated this way by strangers. Sir, I beg you! Stop acting silly. I'm really bothered because of you." Veron stared intently at Zein. His chest rumbled withstanding emotions.

Zein fell silent, throwing a gaze elsewhere for a moment.

"Excuse me, my husband is waiting."

"Wait on! After you are tired of giving explanations, you are not curious about my opinion?!"

Zein's eyes stared at Veron, while a smile grinned. "Even your rejection style is exactly the same as it used to be. Let alone your clear voice. Even the number of moles on your body I remember clearly. Don't you think that giving a fake mole around your neck will make me doubt that you are my Veron. The weak spot that made you scream small I still remember it very much." Zein closed her eyes, the beautiful shadow with Veron really made her drunk.

Zein opened his eyes slowly. "I miss you."

Veron really did not expect Zein to speak that far. Fortunately he added a mole not only on the neck, but also on other parts of his body.

Without saying another word Veron stepped away from Zein. Too tired of dealing with Zein. I don't know what Zein thought. Wanted to own him, but in fact could not take off his wife as well.

A festive applause made Veron speed up his pace to immediately return to Zello's side.

"What have I missed?" ask Veron.

"Nothing, darling. It's just that all the guests are excited for the race that's about to start."

"Oh."

"I will go to the committee first" said Zico.

"Let's get to the race area!" lead Zello to reach Veron's waist. So did Hanif, Beni and Dahlia. They can't wait to see Veron act as the new guy in the family.

Arriving at the race area Zico directly approached Zello. An annoyance was clearly visible on his face.

"Boss."

"Yes, why?"

"Why am I enrolled in the race?"

"You usually come along too."

"It's not usually weird like this."

"Come on! Otherwise you'll be an assistant in a foreign center."

Zello scooped his face rough, his head felt like it was about to break. Body fatigued plus tired of the cunning boss who can not be rejected.

"Why? You don't like it because of its lomba. Let's just say your partner is someone you know. Uh but you do know," Zello teased. Veron chuckled small.

"What are the waves, sir?" dahlia sela.

"Look for coins in the sand, decorate a female partner, swim, same karaoke."

"Ouu." Dahlia.

"Let's get ready."

"Brittle. I'm coming too. I want a list." Dahlia said enthusiastically. Because this time it was a company event. Because of his status now Veron's assistant, different from the old days who only worked at Hanif's house.

"It's full of Dahlia." Sahut Veron's.

"But he's been registered. Couple with Zello."

"What?" Dahlia was stunned for a moment which then glanced at Zico who was resting her hair in frustration.

"You're not close to anyone. You're paired with a zygote" Veron said.

There are not many who enter the race, twenty pairs of men-women. In fact, all are subordinates or employees of the Golden Group company.

Bodies are ready in the game area. The tub measures 50cm x 50cm and is 20cm tall, filled with sand and there is only one coin inside.

It will be a challenging task for the participants. Especially with a very big gift. Fifty million for the first champion. The champions are not far from the first. And of course the champion one does not apply to Zello and Veron. They were involved in a race just to enliven the event.

By sitting cross-legged facing each other, the couple began to compactly insert their hands into the sand. Don't ask how about the shameless Zello. Not focus on finding coins but focus on playing the palm of Veron's hand that has been captured. The tub with a color that is not translucent makes Zello more freely play the delicate hand of his wife.

"Stop. We'll lose" said Veron.

"We lose or we win is the same, Ay."

"Well, what is it?"

"The one."

"Ouuh."

"But I'm serious. I want to make Grandpa happy."

"You always focus on happy grandfather, not husband."

Veron chuckled for a moment then turned to Hanif who was not far from there. Hanif looks very happy. His lips were perfectly glazed, laughter often came out of his lips.

All enthusiastic race, who is not tempted by fifty million. Including Dahlia. Dahlia was too enthusiastic, her hands nimbly rummaging through the sand in search of coins. It's just that his partner, Zico doesn't do much hand movement. His hands were always held in small movements. Dahlia was bitter with Zico's attitude.

All understand very well, this game will definitely make the hands of fellow couples touch each other. Zico is not as enthusiastic as others.

The eyes of Zico who happened to be in the direction of Dahlia could clearly see his spring face and immediately stood up from his seat.

"Fifty million...! Fifty million...!" Dahlia yelled out with a coin in her hand.

"Miss Sir. Fifty million."

Zico who was still sitting in his place just looked up to see Dahlia's behavior.

"Zico fifty million."

"Hm."

"No - no." Sela other female participants.

"The race has just begun but you can already. Illegitimate is not legal."

"Say envy." cetus Dahlia. "Fifty million ...," Dahlia protested with coins.

"PREPARE SECOND RACE.... " Shouted committee.

"Congratulations, Dahlia.." said Veron, giving a hug.

"Thank you Miss."

"Don't forget fifty fifty" Zello said.

"Ah. Zico is not working" said Dahlia.

"Yes, just for you" said Zico flatly.

"Certainly Zico?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Aah, Zico...." Dahlia steps out ready to scatter into Zico's arms.

"Stop, stop!" Reject Zico.

Veron chuckles at the behavior of Dahlia and Zico who never get along.

"I don't want to take the second race" Zico said.

"Loh, why? Who knows if we win again."

"We can't win. I can't cringe your face."

Zello let out a rough breath, approached Zico and patted him on the shoulder. "Come on! When are we gonna be together again."

"I can't be the boss" Zico replied.

"Let's just imagine that Dahlia is the woman you like" Zello suggested.

"Ck." Zico clucked in annoyance.

"The only baby my face is your friend's face. Take the face of the master." suggested Dahlia.

"Whatever." Ketus Zico.

"Girliran tell me the shadow of my husband's face you want. You like my husband." Plakk. Veron hit Zico's shoulder.

'Basic women, always wrong.' Inner Zico.

"Why are you even touching Zico." Zello overall. Immediately grabbed Veron's hand and clasped on his own arm.

"Oh, you don't want me to hit Zico."

"I don't want you to touch another man."

"Let's find Zico's girlfriend! You're not ashamed to be taken a turn?!"

'Oh, why even on his own scene." Dahlia patted her cheek in succession. Wishing the noise in front of him was just a dream.

"Master, Miss. The race is about to start."

"Continue?"

"Yes nothing at all."

Start the second race. Veron was whispering to Zello who was the question mark of the people around him.

"Khem. Zico and Dahlia get ready. We'll support you here."

Still in the same place, the property used for the race had already been replaced. Two benches for one pair of players. While there is a small table that is used to arrange makeup tools.

"I mean, Miss is the same sir not coming?" ask Dahlia.

"Mm, we're not coming. The reason we can't explain. Secret." Zello rubbed his nose with glancing eyes at Veron. Veron just grinned at the horse.

Zico resigned. Whatever boss. Want to be like what will still not win if you have to fight the boss. Which he finally receded, sitting on the bench opposite Dahlia.

Before the show starts. Participants were given five minutes to discuss. Because who put the man on. They automatically discuss how to apply the mini tools to the face.

"This what?" ask Zico.

"Eyliner."

"How does it mean?"

"No need to ask. Later when you want to put it on I lead a little."

Zico gave a small nod and slammed the cute thing onto the table.

"Issh, you're this." Dahlia throbs in annoyance.

It's not just Dahlia. All the participants were busy discussing the same.

As per the guidance of the committee, the initial stage of the man is welcome to remove the spread of makeup of his partner.

With a flat face, Zico removed the makeup on Dahlia's face. His hands roughly removed the polish on Dahlia's face quickly. Those who sat face down made Dahlia's chest thump. His fingers intertwine between nervousness and also.

'It's fifty million, it's got a touch from Zico. Ah happy.'

Plug. Zico discards the origin of the cotton that has just been used.

"Oh." Strangled a woman participant. His sudden voice made people focus on him.

Most thought the woman was in pain, but it was wrong. After seeing many who held back laughter because of the woman's face. Including Dahlia. Zico who continued to face the cutting board also smiled amusedly.

Dahlia who returned to see Zico also grumbled annoyed. "A turn that just makes you smile."

"Why did you wipe my eyebrows?" cattle the woman again.

"Yes you didn't say."

"I don't want to run the race ah." Said the woman standing up from her seat.

"Well, sure you don't want fifty million?"

The woman had to sit back.

"So sure you're gonna win."

"I'm good at makeup."

"Oh, you're often at a red light huh?!"

"Jeez it's a girl, does anyone want a partner?!" shouted male participant. They managed to make everyone laugh.

Zico was still loyal to his gelatinous smile to the point of making drunk Dahlia feel the sweetness of that smile.

"The turn of a rich woman makes you smile. Do I need to botakin my eyebrows first, so you can smile at me." murmured Dahlia.

Dahlia's murmur could clearly be heard by Zico. His smile slowly dimmed and disappeared. But his eyes turned to full Dahlia, looking at her face as well as her body.

"You want to make your eyebrows bald in the middle of your little body? Want to be tuyul?!"

Whats?

"Miss... " Lirih Dahlia asks for a defense. While Veron was holding back laughter because of Zico's words.

"Instead small is cute and adorable. And stay young." Entertain Veron.

Dahlia looked down at her body, becoming insecure. The masculine man was athletic in front of him who was full of charm. Can he be interested in her who is below average.

Regardless of Veron's words, Zico began to put makeup on Dahlia's face. Start by applying moisturizer to Dahlia's face. Instantly Dahlia held her chest in tightness.

"Huuuuuuuuufz." Dahlia exhaled slowly from her mouth. Zico frowned and immediately got a sinless snort reply from Dahlia.

The completion of Zico's early stages began with the makeup that Dahlia had taught her. Apply with origin and rough. Wanting to be rude to origin, Dahlia continued to hold her chest that was still claustrophobic.

After almost half an hour, Dahlia's makeup was almost done. The last Zico stayed put lipstick on his lips.

Still Zico put on a flat face, even so Dahlia could feel Zico's hand trembling slightly. Dahlia's lips, which begin with a natural silence, curve upward as she is comforted by Zico's still trembling hand. Unfortunately Dahlia's smile even made the lipstick held by Zico pass through the line of Dahlia's lips.

"Well... clean up slowly with Zico cotton! You're also Dahlia, not now!" veron Goda.

Zico roughly cleaned his lipsticks. Done already. Zico threw away the origin of the lipstick until it fell and rolled onto the floor. Who would have thought, lipstick stopped right in front of the woman who had just joined the event. The woman smiled faintly finding the lipstick in front of her feet. A graceful walk past the lipstick lying on the floor.

The committee vote ends the time available. Make all the female participants immediately take the mirror.

"Bad I am. She said she was good at putting on makeup." The sound of a woman's cry.

"Yes when smart men make up."

"It's so bad his name." The woman looked pouty and her eyes began to glaze over which then became a wisp of dew in the corner of her eye.

"Not crying!" Removed her tears with available tissue. "Even if your eyebrows were bald and now not neat you are still beautiful anyway." The soft caress she gave on her partner's cheek.

"What a lie" murmured Dahlia to Veron.

"Say you are envious" Veron said.

"No, Miss."

'Not wrong, ' he meant'. Dahlia turned to Zico who was still flat-faced.

"I go to the toilet first" said Zico.

"I feel like I see the edges of the toilet go on." Grouse Dahlia.

"You make mules."

"Aishh Miss."

**

The back-to-back messages on Zico's phone stopped his steps for a moment. He took a flat object in his pants pocket.

Zico opened the message. Instantly his chest was racing with reddened eyes after seeing the message. His head even felt like it was about to break.

Photo Lilie and Zein with plain bodies, how could it be?Zico's shock caused his phone to fall to the floor. Before anyone saw Zico immediately take the thing. Zico saw Zein in front of him.