PAPA BUCIN - Passion Love Hot Duda
Basic Sinting!!
It wasn't Viona her name if it couldn't make Kevin Zhao a high-level emotion. This time the problem was lunch. Viona did not want to share a bit of food in front of her, even though it was Kevin's lunch and Viona was only invited to lunch with her
Viona's reason was, she was the one who brought the food to the roof of the building while climbing the stairs one by one. He's tired of Kevin enjoying it. For Viona it's not fair.
"Kevin Zhao, don't look at me like that. You gave me goosebumps. And I suggest to you, so that person don't get too cold, other people can freeze when they're around you. And one more thing, don't be too stingy especially about food, because the stingy guy's grave is narrow."
"Then what's the difference with a greedy person!!"
"Don't get me wrong, women eat more than men. Because somehow the woman's job is more than the man's, and she's more miserable. The proof is that many women are out of work and exhausted, but at night still have to lie on the bed."
"Basic crazy!!"
Then Kevin got up from his seat and left Viona just like that. The young man took out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket then took one and ignited it. Next to his arm was piled on the iron barrier of the building. His eyes looked at the city that still seemed foreign to him.
Kevin ignored even though he knew that there were currently a pair of eyes looking at him. And Kevin only glanced at a glance from the tail of his eyes as the sound of shoes echoed in his ears.
"Eat," Kevin just stared flat at the rice box that Viona had thrust at him. The rice box was different from the one he had under from his home. "This is the stuff I brought from home. Don't worry, there's no poison in this food that's gonna make you die young."
Kevin grieving. He threw away his cigarette butts that only stayed half and took the food box from Viona's hand.
Viona felt good for the young man surnamed Zhao. From then on he continued to work, starting from the coffee taste of salt, until his lunch he took all. Viona was cruel, but she still had a conscience and pity.
"It's drinking coffee, take it easy, it's normal."
"I'll hang you alive if it feels wrong!!" Threaten Kevin to mean it.
Glucke...
Viona swallowed her saliva with a little effort when she saw Kevin's sharp and intimidating gaze. Plus its gloomy and dangerous aura. Makes Viona feel like she's testing her guts. Until Viona thinks, if Kevin is the reincarnation of the Demon King.
Viona's phone suddenly rang indicating an incoming call. The girl grieved bitterly and then refused the call. "That stump lizard, it still continues to bother me, is really troublesome!!" Grunts Viona.
Then Viona's gaze rolled on Kevin who was eating his lunch quietly. The young man looked indifferent and uncaring, even though he actually heard clearly what Viona said.
"Why are you looking at me like that? You still hungry?" Viona. "Want to,"
"I need your help, pretend to be my lover. If you're willing, I'll do anything for you, how?"
Kevin became his lunchbox and grinned widely. "That sounds interesting, well I'll help you. I'm done, get the lunch box cleaned up." He left in front of Viona and just left.
Viona felt an unkind premonition when she saw the grin the young man gave. Either right or wrong he asked the young man surnamed Zhao for help. Hopefully Kevin doesn't plan anything bad for him.
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Then his gaze rolled on Kevin who was still busy struggling with a pile of documents that were not sure when it would be completed.
The girl sighed for a few times. Bored, he was bored, very bored. And it feels like Viona would want to run away if only she wasn't bound by her own words.
Like whatever Viona's personality is. But she was the type of girl who never denied what had come out of her mouth, Viona always held firm to her principles. Because if it didn't start with himself, then how could anyone else believe in him?!
"When do we go home?" Viona said half a whine.
Kevin raised his head and stared flatly at the girl. "Later, after my work is done." Answer's flat.
"You crazy?! Wait until your work is done, I can come home next year!! I'm so tired and my body hurts all, can I go home now?!" Viona looked at the young man expectantly.
"No!! If you're tired and want to rest, there's a room behind that bookcase. You can rest there." Said Kevin while pointing at the bookshelf beside his right.
Viona stood up. "There's a room behind that bookcase? Are you sure? Is that some kind of secret room?! I got curious, "and Viona pushed the shelf. It was magical, Viona found a hidden room behind a bookcase.
It's like a room. The room also has one bed, a TV, a bathroom, a refrigerator and a mini walk in closet to store shirts and suits.
"Gosh, is he planning to move here. To the point of setting up a room and walk in a mini closet?! Truly a true workaholic," Viona clucked while shaking her head.
But Viona could not be denied, if from the room where he was at this time, he could see the city scenery is very epic. From a height, he could see almost the entire city of Seoul. It looks beautiful when viewed from a height.
Suddenly Viona remembered her grandfather. Surely Hilman's grandfather would be very anxious if he didn't come home before lunch. Not wanting to make her grandfather anxious, Viona typed a short message and sent it to her.
In that message. Viona says she can't get home in time. Because Viona herself doesn't know, until when she'll be stuck in this building with a three-door refrigerator like Kevin.
"I thought you were sleeping. Dinner for you, I don't know what you like. So I'm buying."
Viona shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not a picky-dovey type. As long as it's non-toxic, any food I'll eat." He said and took the food from the table. It just so happens that he is very hungry.
"I'm out first" Kevin shut the door and went back to his desk.
If it is not done as soon as possible, the work may only be completed tomorrow. This was his first day of work, but he was immediately treated to that much work. Complaining is also useless, because his work will not be finished if he only complains.
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Seriate.
