She was fired after she refused to be the CEO's dog licker.

Chapter 934

The moment the car door closed, everything outside was cut off.

There was no Wu Ling chasing after him, nor was there a nervous Zeng Zhi. There was only a strange and quiet air.

I covered my face and curled up my whole body into a ball, trying to make it as small as possible.

Shame, sadness, and grief came together and enveloped me. I closed my eyes and drowned in the sea, wanting to hide myself, but in fact I couldn't even hide my own tears. Warm liquid seeped out from between my fingers.

Who is to blame?

Is it Zhou Hanzhi’s fault?

No, I should blame myself.

Blame me for being too sentimental, blame me for going back on my word, blame me for having unnecessary expectations of life.

I shouldn't cry, but I couldn't control my tears. I covered my face and couldn't control my body from shaking.

I don’t know how long it took me to come out of the embarrassment and sadness, and then I realized that I was in a strange car.

I lifted my face from my palms, and a slender hand handed me a wet towel. It was that soft and gentle voice: "Wipe your face."

I really should wipe my face, I cried so hard just now.

Especially in front of someone I'm not even familiar with.

I quickly wiped my face and thanked him sheepishly: "Thank you, Mr. Chen."

However, after saying this, I paused, feeling even more embarrassed and awkward: "Sorry, I, I made a mistake."

I have had an intersection with this car, and the other two people sitting in this car have also had an intersection with me.

This silver Audi car has followed me and collided with me before. I left the business card of the person in the car and also called him to discuss compensation.

But I was in a panic and remembered the other person's last name wrong. Chen was the driver's last name, not the last name of the man sitting in the back seat with me.

The driver in the front seat immediately responded, "Ms. Meng, you are wrong. My last name is Chen, and my husband's last name is not Chen."

"My last name is Zhao." The man in front of me smiled gently.

Your surname is Zhao?

I was stunned for a moment, but didn't ask any more questions. I just explained embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, and thank you for helping me."

I was so embarrassed just now and wanted to find a place to hide. If Mr. Zhao hadn't happened to pass by and made a friendly invitation, I don't know how I would have handled the rest of the situation.

But I cried so miserably just now, which made people laugh at me, and I guess scared them too.

But Mr. Zhao was very gentlemanly. He shook his head slightly and smiled gently: "It's just a small favor, no need to mention it."

What a gentle gentleman.

When I met Mr. Zhao before, I felt that he was a gentleman, yet also aloof and cold. Later, when I talked to him on the phone, I also felt that although Mr. Zhao was very polite, he had a sense of keeping people at a distance.

But at this moment, I was sitting next to him and felt that he was gentle and kind.

I was still a little embarrassed, and brought up the previous incident again: "It was my mistake that caused Mr. Zhao's car to be damaged. I should have borne the repair costs, Mr. Zhao..."

It was Mr. Zhao who refused my compensation at the beginning, but I still feel very embarrassed.

He smiled again, so gently: "Since Miss Meng is so embarrassed, why don't you treat me to dinner?"

Is it as simple as just treating me to dinner?

I was a little surprised. Before I could say anything, Mr. Zhao apologized again: "Sorry, I forgot to ask Miss Meng if it's convenient tonight."

"That's convenient." I agreed without thinking.

But I am not sure whether the reason why I agreed so readily was because I felt I owed him a favor, or because I felt that Mr. Zhao was very kind and I wanted to have dinner with him.

Perhaps, I wanted to know more about Mr. Zhao and wanted to know why he followed me some time ago.

Mr. Zhao smiled gently again: "Okay, then let's get ready and go."

Mr. Zhao said we just need to prepare a little and then go. I thought he needed to prepare, but I didn’t expect that he took me directly into a styling shop.

He wanted to prepare me a little: "Please re-dress this young lady and help her choose a dress."

I wanted to refuse, but he smiled and pointed at the skirt I was wearing: "Ms. Meng's skirt is a little wrinkled."

I looked down and realized that Mr. Zhao was being tactful, because my skirt was not only wrinkled, but also dirty.

It must be that I accidentally stained my skirt when I was holding the fruit basket.

Mr. Zhao is not only gentle and considerate, but also knows how to take other people's feelings into consideration. This is really rare, and my favorability towards him has increased.

This styling shop not only provides makeup services, but also clothes, all of which are brand new and in many styles. I picked out a champagne-colored long dress. After I packed up, I wanted to check out, but the clerk smiled and told me: "Miss Meng, you are our CEO Zhao's guest, so there is no reason to pay for these."

It turns out that this store belongs to Mr. Zhao.

I felt even more embarrassed, but Mr. Zhao still smiled so gently: "If Miss Meng feels sorry, you can treat me to another meal."

"Then I'll treat Mr. Zhao to a few more meals." I felt bad and took the initiative to say it.

"Okay, let's eat tonight first. Miss Meng, what delicious food will you take me to eat tonight?" It's amazing. We have only been together for a few hours, but it seems that Mr. Zhao feels that our relationship has become closer. He even speaks to me in a somewhat intimate way.

I also felt that we got along quite easily and happily, especially after we had dinner, because I discovered that although we had just met, our tastes were surprisingly similar, he wouldn't eat even a bite of the cilantro that I don't like, and he also really liked the mushrooms that I like.

Moreover, during the meal, the atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant. He asked about my work and my family, and listened to my stories about my childhood, which made me like him even better.

I think Mr. Zhao is not only elegant and polite, but also a very humorous person.

I really enjoy being with him. This relaxed and pleasant feeling even makes me doubt whether I have misunderstood Mr. Zhao before.

Perhaps, his car was not following me at the beginning, but it just happened to be the same route as mine, so I mistakenly thought that someone was following me?

After dinner, Mr. Zhao didn't argue with me and let me pay the bill. He and the driver then sent me home.

On the way home, I took my cell phone out of my bag and then I received a call from Ono.

As soon as the call was connected, Xiao Ye's tone was full of anxiety: "Baby, where are you?"