Chapter 8.2 (1/2)

Chapter 8.2 – Boss’s Blind Date Notes (Boss相亲笔记)

In half a day, I have received less than 10 calls, all of them are interested to meet up with Yifan. While I was pondering around how to compile a simple report for Yifan, I received a call.

The woman on the phone said to me: ‘I work in kindergarten, if Mr Yi likes he can go to kindergarten to meet up with the children, they are very adorable.’ These words there is no lack of subtlety, meet up at workplace will be more real and it can reduce the awkwardness atmosphere and surrounded by the children they can both feel each other’s character, this can described as kill two birds with one stone.

But what struck me was the phrase ‘see the children.’

Weekend there is no children going to kindergarten, and I do not want to sacrifice my weekend to accompany President for blind date.

I quickly asked all the four a.s.sistants whether this afternoon President has any important meeting and the answer was negative. I lobbied Yifan and he agreed.

Thursday afternoon the weather was sunny, Yifan and I drove over to ‘Small Flowers Kindergarten’.

Kindergarten teacher did not expect Yifan to meet up with her so soon. When she came out to greet Yifan she looks messy and busy with the children.

However I liked her fascinating sweaty forehead, it look real and kind.

I said behind Yifan: ‘So cute! Cannot take it!’ I then quickly evacuated as I do not want to be electric light bulbs.

Yifan was looking at me, his eyes full of surprise, until the teacher came over to approached, he then turn back and greet others. I do not know why he look so surprised and it kind of awkward, anyway I run over and play with the children.

Half an hour, Yifan found me; ‘Princ.i.p.al was looking for her, she let me accompany the children to play for a while.’

‘How?’ I asked, like an expert matchmaker.

‘Very good, like you said, very loveable.’ Yifan eyes full of smile, I’m not sure it’s because he saw me being dragged down by the group of children into the sandbox or he really like that girl.

‘Don’t move! Aunty, I have a gift for you.’ A little boy reached up and put his hand on my head.

‘What is that, flowers ah?’ I asked.

‘No, spider!’ Little boy said.

‘Ah! Yifan, Yifan! Help me!’ I cried out in horror. Normally I’m not afraid of insects, but this kind of hairy eight-legged lying on your head ready to crawl into your clothes, than it will be a problem.