Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 68's

"Do you still need to get in the car?" my question, wonder. This building with the company is next to each other. A short walk also arrived. Why bother bringing all the cars?

"Have you ever seen a CEO walk into the office?" Alan asked back.

All right, you're the boss, you win. I chose silence instead of having to argue with her again, for free.

Alan forced me into his car. Sit next to him in the back seat. While the front seat is filled by Arman. The car started moving forward. Leaving the parking lot and rushing towards the Arkana group building.

"What are you doing?" I asked as Alan put his head on my lap and lay down in his arms.

"Sleep" he answered, closing his eyes.

"Aren't you uncomfortable?" my many. Glanced at a pair of long, bent legs. "Why not stay home if you want to sleep" I said, stroking her hair.

Alan opened his eyes again. Then change his sleeping position. Now his face is facing upwards, looking at me. "Name ...."

"Hm" I replied. Still stroking his hair and forehead.

Alan was silent for a moment, looking at my face. "You're beautiful" he said later.

"I know" I said with a laugh.

Alan raised an eyebrow, astonished. "Why laugh?"

"Then should I cry?"

Alan smiled at my confusion. "You should thank someone when someone praises you."

Cih, I know there's a hidden purpose behind her compliment. He wanted me to thank him but not by words but actions. "I already know what you mean. Forget it, I won't do it" I replied.

Alan grinned. "Why? Is it because there's Arman?" tanyakanya.

The person in the front seat seemed to frown when Alan mentioned his name. Why am I being carried around? that is how Arman's heart would be if he saw it from his expression. The man immediately turned away as soon as I caught him looking at us through the rearview mirror. I almost laughed at his nervousness.

"You don't answer, does that mean yes?" ask Alan again. The man got up and sat down.

"Not really." I looked down, staring at the trousers I was wearing.

"Then can I kiss you now?"

I gasped as Alan grabbed my lips. Sipping it a few times made me flutter.

"Sugary" said Alan with a smiling face. He looks very satisfied.

I glanced back at Arman. Shoulders stiffening. Both of his hands were clutching the steering wheel of the car. And the sweat on his forehead was as big as corn. He looked depressed in his chair.

He must have seen, right? ugh it's embarrassing. I'm dragging in the back seat. Covering your face with both palms.

"We are here, Young Master," cried Arman.

I let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, we finally arrived. I can run away right away.

"Don't go down" prevent Alan. The boy closed the door of the car I just opened.

"What's wrong?" my question is to look towards him.

Alan did not answer. I looked at him in confusion as the man got out of the car. Walk around the back and stand by the side of the door I opened.

"Please come down, ma'am," he said, opening the door.

Whatisthis? Why would Alan be so romantic.

I returned his helping hand and rushed down without taking my eyes off his handsome face.

"Are you ready?" ask Alan.

"Ready? Ready for what?" my question, confused.

"nothing" he said with a faint smile. Alan grabbed my palm, grasped it. "let's go," he asked. We walked together holding hands.

I paused when I saw some people running in a hurry towards the entrance. Then stand in front of the door. 'Are you ready' Now I understand the meaning of the question.

"Don't stop, keep moving." Alan hooked his fingers between my fingers, grasping my hands tightly.

Unlike Alan who stepped up with confidence. During the walk I lowered my head, avoiding the gazes of those who were looking at me with various expressions.

"Until when are you gonna keep your head down?" ask Alan.

I raised my head back. I realized we were already in the elevator. Not an ordinary elevator, but a special elevator that only transports company officials. I can go in, of course, because I'm with Alan.

Alan's approaching. Grabbing my waist and sticking his head on my head. Our foreheads are fighting each other. "Name ...."

"Hm" I replied, still down.

"Next time, don't bow your face in front of other people anymore."

"Why?" I looped both of my hands around her waist, returning her embrace.

"Because I don't like it. You can only bow your face in front of me, just like now." The breath that smelled of mint hit my skin. I laughed at the rules.

"Name ...." Alan called again.

"Yes" I replied, slowly.

"Look at me" he said.

I slowly looked up, looking at him. "What, Honey ..."

Alan smiled broadly. "Repeat it again" he said.

"What?" my many.

"What you said, try repeating it again."

"Which one?" I asked, pretending not to know.

"What did you call me?" Alan tried to lure me.

"Al?"

"Not that one." Alan's getting upset, a little.

"Which one?" I pretended to be upset. "Ars?" my continue.

"Darling, you called me that. I want to hear you say that word again." His patience was as thin as that tissue. He chose to get to the point rather than the codes.

I laughed in my heart. Turns out it was pretty fun. "Oh ... Why didn't you tell me from earlier?"

"Yes, now say it fast."

"Darling ...." Her lips were instantly scratched when I said that word. Who would have thought Alan could be so happy just because of a simple word.

Alan didn't stop asking me to say that word all day. Both at the office and when we were at home.

"Tell me a pity again" he whispered in my ear.

"Can you stop now? Don't bother me anymore, I'm going to sleep" I said with my eyes closed. I was very sleepy but he kept asking me to say that shitty word. My mouth is almost frothy because I say it too often.

Alan was lying next to me. His hands and feet were wrapped around my stomach. Hugging my body like I was hugging a roll. "This is the last one, after which you can sleep," he said.

"Promise?" my many.

"Yes, promise" he answered.

"Be careful if you ask again, I'll kick you out" I threatened.

"will not. I'm a person who always keeps his promises" he said, reassuringly.

"All right, good night, honey," I said, half-conscious. After saying that I was completely unconscious, asleep.

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