The star was really luxurious, it was just an office, but it looked so stylish. There was no bookcase, no tea table, only a large wardrobe and a dresser. The whole dresser was full of cosmetic products and a lot of facial masks. This was a real surprise.

"Flaggie, you really have a lot of masks, can you give me two instead." As a girl, Catherine felt that she was throwing in the towel. Her skin care products even had less than a man.

"Take whatever you want, I have a lot. I use three masks per day, so you can see, is my skin particularly supple and tender? Even women would admire his face, and the skin was so smooth and tender like an egg." Kenny narcissistically looked at himself in the mirror and said with exclamation.

Catherine occasionally used masks, which were bought by her mother and she put directly in her cabinet. Now her mother had died. With some inexplicable sadness, Catherine put down the mask in her hand and went to the balcony to look at the distant sky.

Kenny looked at the sudden sadness of Catherine, and he was at a loss. He didn't like to be with women before. As for Catherine, he didn't treat her as a woman.

"What's wrong, even if you call me Flaggie, I am not angry, but you are in a bad mood."

After being blown by the cold wind for a while, Catherine slowly calmed down. "Nothing, I suddenly missed my mom. She used to buy masks for me. I never care about the masks."

Did he mention her pain? Kenny lowered his head. He got along with her for a long time and felt that she was not that arrogant. She was still down to earth, people who were arrogant was generally lonely. "Don't be unhappy, I will be in charge of all your masks in the future."

Catherine burst out laughing with a chuckle. She had not been so happy for a long time. Since her family fallen down, she hadn’t been so relaxed for a long time. No need to think about Wilson nor Joyce, and she didn’t want to think about it in future.

Kenny took out a plate of fruits from the cupboard and it was really locked in the cupboard. Kenny was really interesting. "I am really a good buddy. This is my favorite mango, but I never shared it with others."

"Thank you Flaggie, my favorite food is mango." Although my family is not very rich, my parents especially love me. Every time in the mango harvest season, they will send me a lot of mangoes and put in my storage room."

Catherine thought about those happy days, she also sent a lot of mangoes to Wilson. But Wilson did not like to eat, but she clearly remembered that she had been very happy to eat mango at the school.

She couldn’t think of the past any longer, people always have to look forward. She picked up the fruit knife and cut the mango and slowly turn and take the core out. A mango was divided into two halves and handed to Kenny half.

Two people sat on the couch eating mango happily, so happiness was so simple. She didn’t know how long it would take. There was no interest, no past, no future, she could do what she liked at the moment.

There was a short message from the mobile phone. Catherine wiped her finger and clicked on the message.

"How are you doing this morning, shall we have lunch together?"

Bruce stood at the elevator on the 18th floor and waited for Catherine's reply. Kevin brought her with him personally. Tim should know how to do.

Catherine got up and Kenny waved his hand. "My brother asked me to have lunch, so I am sorry, I will see you in the afternoon."

Kenny waved reluctantly and he finally met a pleasant girl. She did not worship him excessively, and treated him as a normal man.

There were not many people on the 18th floor, but everyone would look at Bruce and then dared not look up. The CEO was coming to the 18th floor. Anything happened?

Catherine looked at Bruce at the entrance of the elevator and rushed over to him. She didn't expect Bruce came so fast, but she let Bruce stand there waiting for her.

Looking at Bruce's abnormal face, Catherine smiled and then pressed the elevator button. Two people walked into the elevator, and Bruce did not say a word.

Catherine played with the corner of her clothes at a loss. Bruce asked her to have dinner without talking. What did that mean? He was still fine in the morning. How could it be like this now?

"Mr. Li, what do you want to eat at noon today?"

Bruce looked at Catherine, how it sounded so uncomfortable. "Mr. Li? In fact, you should call me husband in private, Cath."

Elevator space was too small, both of them could hear each other's breathing, Catherine's heart beat very fast. Today it was not April Fool's Day, how she felt like being infected by Kenny. Cath, so intimate.

"Today we still go to the Yom restaurant, but change to another private room. By the way, you have worked today. Would you like to ask other assistants to have a meal tonight? "Although she worked under his own eyes, Bruce still hoped that Catherine could be sincerely treated by everyone. After all, she was not popular yet.

"No, I just want to invite my friends but not others. It's a waste to invite others who always gossip so much." Catherine thought about those people in the office, she felt uncomfortable.

A waste? How could she say so! "Your friend, in less than two days, how many friends you have made, tell me and let me be happy for you."

Catherine deliberately made a sad face and ignored Bruce. Friends were really in need, but she thought they were really good and should make deep acquaintance. In particular, Kenny, shared mango with her so nicely.

They came to the Yom restaurant, this time Bruce ordered love of roses. The name sounded good, so he wanted to experience it.

When he opened the door, he saw a row of pink hydrogen balloons, and the end of the rope was also tied with a piece of paper. Elegant crystal lamps, romantic pink roses, and a white piano.

Catherine gently touched the piano, touching its black and white keys. On the score, it was "To Alice". Catherine sat upright, her hands jumped up and down on the keys, and the beautiful piano music was played out.

She was indulged in the beautiful piano music until Bruce began to sit on the other side of the bench and play it lightly. The first ensemble was such tacit, they were immersed in the beautiful music world.