Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

The call came from Austin, asking for his afternoon meeting schedule.

Filip glanced at Starry on the passenger side, "Move it to tomorrow."

"Yes, Mr. Pearson. then the dinner at Stardust tonight......"

"Let Brody Shaffer go."

Austin was kind enough to leave Filip alone.

But half a minute of the call, Starry listened almost all the way through.

It's true that it wasn't an important call, but it wasn't an unimportant one either.

Starry tilted her head and her eyes fell on Filip's face, looking at him steadily for a moment before she spoke, "Aren't you going back to the office this afternoon?"

"Well, upset stomach."

He said without changing his face.

The reason of stomach pain is used by him to the fullest.

Starry hooked his lips and smiled a little, "Go back then, I want to go back and take a shower."

"Hmm."

Filip responded, his eyes fell forward and the car drove slowly.

Next to the June day is hotter than a day, today's weather is also bright to the naked eye, the sky is a cloud, the outline is clear, the sky is very blue, the sun through the clouds, look at the bright. Starry finished showering and changed into a long dress, people carrying a watering can to water the flowers in the glass flower room.

She was only standing for a while and people felt a little bit hot.

On such a nice day, those forty pots of roses were blooming beautifully.

Starry cut a few and took them back and put them in a vase on the dining room table.

Filip had a short video conference inside the study, lunch had been ordered, Starry had something to do, grabbed a book and sat on the hanging chair on the balcony and flipped through it. Today's heat is hot, but the villa's ventilation is good, the balcony door and the restaurant side of the balcony to form a convection, the wind blowing through, very refreshing.

Starry was there and didn't feel the heat.

Filip came out of the study, saw that Starry was not in the living room, and also went into the guest room to take a shower.

When he came out, the shirt and pants he was wearing had been replaced with a bathrobe.

His hair had just been washed and he came out without drying the water. The unruly hair was condensed with droplets of water, and as soon as he lifted his leg, the water began to drip from his hair. Filip searched around and found Starry on the balcony.

The balconies on both sides were open and the convective breeze was a bit strong.

Starry wore a long beige dress with a hem embroidered with roses and bright red petals embroidered to life.

She sat with her legs bent on that hanging chair, the skirt sagged naturally, the wind blew over, the sagging skirt swayed from side to side, the embroidered roses also swayed with the fabric, like real flowers floating with the wind.

The noon sun is good, was under the eaves when Starry's people in the shadows, but the light is bright, no makeup on the face, the skin is white and light and smooth, blowing.

Filip stood there for a while, watching for a while, Starry still did not notice, before he raised his leg and walked over.

The afterglow swept someone over, Starry tilted his head slightly, his eyes fell on his wet hair and finally stopped on his face: "Are you ...... hungry? I've ordered takeaway, there should be half an hour to arrive."

Filip shook his head a little, walked to the balcony and looked at the distant sky: "Not hungry yet."

Starry put the book down and also looked towards the sky.

After watching for a moment, she moved to lower her curled up legs and she looked at the man's back and called out, "Filip." "Hmm?"

Filip turned back, didn't move, and just watched him.

The bun of hair on the forehead condensed drops of water, the wind blew over, the hair was lifted, the water drops directly down, into his bathrobe.

Starry watched the droplets disappear, her eyebrows twitched, she raised her hand to press her hair and said, seemingly without thinking, "Want to try it together?"

Silence all around, only the sound of the wind blowing up.

Filip just felt his throat tighten, he was afraid he heard wrong, swallowed, looked at the bottom of

Starry wanted to ask again to

confirm, but was afraid that her next

sentence that he heard wrong.

Neither of them said anything, so they looked at each other for about two seconds, Filip moved first.

He walked directly up to Starry, squatted down, and looked straight into her eyes with his dark eyes, "Yes."

Starry felt her face get a little hot and she shifted her gaze slightly, "Hmm."

She tipped her tongue to her palate and the wind blew her hair a little.

Starry raised her hand to press it, and her eyes inevitably returned to the range of those dark eyes as she watched, suddenly smiling, "When are you going to see it?" Filip withdrew his eyes, "How long before the takeaway is due?"

"The phone is inside."

Starry also lost her interest in reading, she got up from that hanging chair.

Filip also got up after her, the water droplets on her hair hitting the back of her hand, a little cold.

Starry took another look at his wet hair, "Go blow-dry your hair."

It's summer, but it's not good to be so wet all the time.

Filip stroked his wet hair and got a little carried away: "A little help from Miss Bradley?"

He said this with a serious and full attitude.

Starry looked at him askance, "Help is fine, but Mr. Pearson later also do me a favor?"

Here, she paused for a moment and swept her eyes around Filip's face before continuing, "I want to paint."

"Yes."

Starry hmmed and told him to get the hair dryer out while she took her book to the coffee table, picked up her phone, and checked the take-out information.

Filip has come out with a hairdryer, Starry handed him the phone, took the hairdryer from his hand, leaned over and plugged it into a socket,

then sat down on the content

"It's 25 minutes away."

Filip put his phone down and sat down consciously in front of her.

There is a height difference between the two, and Starry simply stood up.

This is her first time blowing hair on the opposite sex, and it is impossible to say that she is not nervous.

Starry surveyed the wet hair for a while, and soon put his hands inside the wet hair.

The original slightly warm palm was immediately occupied by the wet coolness, Starry turned on the warm air, while breaking up the hair with his fingers while blowing. Neither of them spoke, only the sound of the booming blower.

Filip's hair is not long and dries quickly even though it is still dripping with water.

But in five minutes it was mostly dry, and there was no more wetness in the hair.

Starry touched the roots of his hair, his fingers landed on his scalp, and Filip just felt himself tense up a little.

He looked at the pillow in front of him, his index finger moved slightly, only to feel the palm empty and want to hold something.

While lost in thought, Starry had already turned off the blower: "Okay."

The sound of the windshield came to an abrupt end and was replaced by a soft female voice.

Filip turned sideways, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Starry who was winding up the cord of the blow dryer.

Starry is never focused and serious when doing something, collect the line of that blow torch, pressed not to notice his abnormal.

In the moment she bowed her head,

Filip also made a decision, a large

hand, just landed on the slender

waist, he just a slight force, and hooked people into the arms of the face.