Replacement Boss In The Inn

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The breath of misery in surprise has been painstakingly controlled. Looking at Zoan who was also looking at her with a bright smile. The man's roar seemed calm and joyful without any burden. Like not caring about the nelangsa of the heart that Ossa felt because of the news he had just interviewed.

"Why, are you surprised?" ask Zoan to Ossa. His smile was back down.

"Honestly, I was surprised. But it is time for Zoan to get married. You are a grown man. Must marry, so that you do not sin continuously" said Ossa chimed.

Storing sad tightness in the chest. Trying to talk as flat as possible. Zoan briefly smiled, then the lips retreated.

"You don't want to know, who do I want to marry?" zoan asked Ossa and still without a smile.

"What's with the hotel owner's daughter, your partner?" ask Oqtissa to guess.

"Tomorrow I'll propose to the girl. Tomorrow, accompany me to meet and propose. Do you mind?" asked Zoan while standing up.

"Me?? Accompanying?? But,," said Ossa with a sense of ever more languishing. I refused, but was curious.

"Tomorrow I'll pick you up. Don't forget, accompany me" Zoan said seriously to Oqtissa.

"But I don't want to be a mosquito repellent" Ossa said, refusing.

Zoan smiled and approached again a few steps.

"You won't be a mosquito repellent. But it will be infested by mosquitoes" Zoan smiled.

But Ossa wasn't smiling. Her pretty face still looked tense and stiff. Feeling surprised at Zoan who suddenly said he would get married in the near future.

"Ossa, I'm going back to the inn now. Lock your door" Zoan told Ossa. The man turned around and walked to the door. Looking at Ossa at a glance and completely out of the room later.

Ossa felt so limp without bones. Although he knew that Zoan was nothing, never gave a beautiful promise once for him, but hearing the fact that Zoan was going to get married, it felt very disappointed. So sick if Zoan would finally dump himself too.

If you can choose, it is better that Zoan does not need to marry. Ossa wants to be his harem anytime. But, it was forbidden and sinful. Or, better yet, Ossa alone should be married.

Ossa's getting sloshing on the bed. Her crying broke she could no longer hold. Feeling his heart breaking in the rubble.

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Unanswered calls and knocks on the door, there were countless more times how many times it sounded. It doesn't feel like opening up if you don't remember that Zoan is completely innocent. Realize if he alone is drifting carried away feelings of expecting himself.

Chequek,,!

"A long time ago, you weren't ready? Why your eyes?" asked the man standing in front of the room. Ossa looked very blind in his eyes.

"I woke up. A little dizzy, I don't want to come along" said Ossa rather nervously.

"Eh, no. I'm coming, wait a minute!" exclaim Ossa worried. Inner calm because it has paid all debts to the Reizoan, do not want to be disturbed.

Ossa immediately closed the door and changed clothes quickly. Not wanting to make Zoan wait for him any longer. While inexhaustible, how useful is he until the moment of applying for a prospective wife must be accompanied by him? Ossa was surprised. Zoan often behaves as he pleases and is not easy to understand.

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Ossa often glances at Zoan who always seems calm driving. Much different from the roar of Ossa's chest that was like howling unstoppably.

Zoan takes Ossa into a lavish dining house. Three floors with private rooms scattered in it. And one of them has Zoan's lease, which he's working with Ossa right now.

The further you go and get closer to a place that Ossa doesn't know where you are, the more you feel down. Like not accepting and not willing if Zoan will marry quickly, but not with him.

The privacy room that Zoan rented was in front. Although personal and personality, the room is transparent because it is made of glass. There will be no chance of a pervert in it.

"Where is the woman you're going to propose to, Mr Zoan?" ask Ossa lirih. Holding back the tight shakes on his chest.

They were in that glass room. Zoan turned his head, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Patience, Ossa. You're very curious? Soon you will know" Zoan replied without a smile.

Zoan looks tense and pias. Maybe the man was nervous when he was going to apply for his target candidate. It's as hot as it feels. Ossa repeatedly took a breath strengthening his heart.

However, still increasingly sick and unwilling when viewed by him the man who had invited him to sit face to face. A good handsome man, willing to sacrifice, does not have a miserly or greedy nature. Zoan is very wise and mature. His black past is just a rearview mirror as a quick-track notifier.

"Ossa, if you feel thirsty, drink it," said Zoan pointing to the large poci of glass on the table. As well as a few glasses that accompany the pot contains the favorite grape juice of the substitute boss.

Although it was a wonder what function he was in the room. Didn't the woman Zoan was going to lamar feel dislike for her participation, but Ossa was reluctant to ask her out.

Zoan suddenly stood up and looked translucent on the outside.

"Ossa, that's what I'm waiting for has come" Zoan told Ossa. Pointing outwards with his chin.

Ossa followed where Zoan's gaze ran. It looks like a beautiful and graceful woman walking down the street followed by a large man, dressed in all black. Ossa thought the woman was accompanied by her bodyguard. It was the woman that Zoan was waiting for and would even be proposed to.

Ossa felt increasingly weak just his sense of body. Zoan's chosen wife, is not an arbitrary woman. Clearly, the woman must be rich to be accompanied by a bodyguard. Escorted safe only to meet a date with Zoan.

Feeling if they are indeed prospective partners who look very harmonious. Ossa's heart is very sad..

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