"Answer me please." Malcolm said firmly. His voice sounded a little harsh.

Poppi looked at Malcolm and sighed, "yes, I do. I want a boyfriend. If you want to ask why, I'll tell you…… I'm a little tired. Sometimes I envied a couple on the street! Seeing a boy carefully take care of his girlfriend, I long for to be loved like that, too. " Said Poppi with a gentle smile on her face. And she turned to Malcolm with a tone of discussion, "do you think I'm getting old? I want to spend the rest of my life with someone as partner. "

After listening to it, Malcolm suddenly stood up and turned his back to Poppi, "where do you want to go after we divorce?"

Poppi whispered to herself and thought, 'today Malcolm is a little strange!

"I don't care where I will going, as long as it is not in Ye city." "I will start my new life in a place where no one knows me. I don't want to live a life that is nine to five years old. I want to open a dessert shop and keep a dog. I want to have a relationship with my boyfriend Oh, no, this one should be my husband at that time. I want to live a peaceful but warm life with him. "

The more she said, the more she looked forward to it. "I will cook something delicious for him and the dog. And the newly developed dessert is the first for him to try. He doesn't like sweet food, but he will be forced to eat the dessert that hasn't been sold out that day by me. He will be jealous if I sleep with the dog. Adorable, right? "

"You wishful thinking." Malcolm hummed sarcastically, "you'd better clean up the table quickly!"

Poppi rolled her eyes and gave up the good idea she had just had. Now she had been poked into pieces and reluctantly accepted the garbage.

She packed up her things, took a look at her watch and found that it was still early for work, so she insisted on not going back to the periodical office. How could she deceive him? Malcolm said, "you stay here and wait for a while. When I finish my work, I'll ask Sean to send you to the magazine office by the way."

"Really? That's great! " Poppi smiled and changed a comfortable position to sit on the sofa, "then I'll thank you, Mr. Malcolm!"

ignored her, Malcolm sat in front of his desk and began to read the last document.

There was only the sound of Mr. Malcolm thumbing through the documents left in the room. Listening to the sound, Poppi felt a little sleepy in a few minutes in the warm sunshine.

As time went by, Malcolm buried himself in the documents and almost forgot the existence of Poppi. After a long time, he finally finished reading it and signed his name on the document. Then he raised his head, moved his neck and stretched. When he was about to stand up, he was attracted by the curled body on the sofa.

Poppi curled up on the sofa, lying on her side and sleeping. The phone had fallen into his hand, and her hair in front of her forehead was lightly covered on her face. Her white skin was a little pink, and her breathing was shallow and her chest rose and fell. Her eyes were gentle.

Malcolm stood up and moved his

took a sip. The coolness from the bottom of her chest and her whole body seemed to be refreshed. "Why did I have a headache when I am sleeping. What? Who covered me with the blanket? "

"You took a nap for two hours after lunch, and of course you got a headache." Without answering her last sentence, Malcolm said what he wanted to say indifferently and calmly, watching Poppi jump up from the sofa like her tail being trampled on.

"How long have I slept? Two hours? I'm doomed! " When Poppi saw her mobile phone, she hurriedly grabbed it over and said, "it's already three o'clock I'm done! "

"No, I can't!" Poppi stood up and paced around the office anxiously. "I have to figure out a way to find a reason…… I can say that I have a headache! Something's wrong. I will say I had a cold…… No, no, No. I could say I have a car accident... "

Malcolm couldn't hear more. He interrupted the unconscious muttering of Poppi. "Didn't you say that you were going to resign? Now the situation is just what you want, isn't it? Why are you in such a hurry? "

"I..." Poppi suddenly calmed down and replied, "Yeah, I forgot it."

"You don't want to resign, do you?" said Malcolm, looking at her

"Maybe. I don't know." The eyes of Poppi were a little far away.

In the office of the Entertainment Magazine, Benson was reading the news about Hugh. He had already recognized that the woman in the news was Poppi, so he immediately had someone else be blamed, and Shirley was exactly the best choice.

Shirley was a good friend of Poppi, so it was not a big deal to take the blame for her.

But did Hugh really like Poppi?

And Malcolm. The editorial department of the Mr. An Entertainment told him that Poppi didn't come to work this afternoon. The SG Group called him that she went to Mr. Malcolm for the interview.

"Ahem!" He quickly opened the drawer and took out a pill from it.

He came back in a hurry this time. He ate irregular food and felt a dull pain in her stomach.

He really missed the days when Poppi cooked for him……