Sometimes, the end was also the beginning.

What Poppi wanted was only to interview Malcolm. She even forgot that Malcolm asked her to collate the draft of the interview. As expected, the endless revision was about to begin.

In the afternoon, Poppi worked overtime in the company and developed a draft for the interview.

"What?" Poppi stretched herself and got ready to leave. When she heard the close footsteps, she couldn't help but look over there.

She was just too curious! She was so curious! When she turned around, he saw Benson.

Dressed in a suit, Benson looked mature and capable today. His slightly curly short hair swayed as he walked. When his brown eyes met Poppi's sight, there was a moment of ecstasy in his eyes, "Little Poppi..."

After saying only few word, Poppi turned her face away coldly.

Benson opened his mouth slightly. He was stunned and a little disappointed. After walking a few steps forward, he came to the office table of Poppi. Benson slowly stopped and said, "don't work too hard. Go home early."

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Ji." Poppi calmly finished her words, slightly nodded her head, turned around and left.

On the other side, Tom stood quietly with him and he thought of the picture that Benson looked across the street at that hot afternoon.

"Mr. Ji, what are you laughing at?" He couldn't help but ask him when she saw him smiling.

"Because I'm happy!" Benson Ji's voice was soft and weak. He could meet and talk with Poppi every day, which was the greatest satisfaction for him.

In the daytime, Ye city was getting better and better, but at night, the lights on the bar betrayed the hearts of a group of people.

"Come on, Mr. Malcolm. Cheers!"

"Mr. Malcolm, I'm so glad to meet you today. I've heard a lot about you. I'm so flattered. Please have a drink with me!"

In a room of Hilton Hotel, Malcolm was sitting on the seat of honor. It seemed that he was surrounded by several men. Men wanted to drink with him, and women wanted to get close to him. Women's cutesy laughter came through now and then from the swimming pool outside the suite, and meanwhile from the inside of the suite, their sound reflected.

Malcolm drank a few more glasses, as if he was easy to get along with. Several senior leaders of the SG Group were also busy with the toast.

He didn't know how many laps he had drunk, but he was still sober though he felt a little dizzy.

"I think Mr. Malcolm drank too much tonight. You don't have to go back since you have a room upstairs." The older man said. Everyone present knew what he meant.

"It's not far from here. You don't need to stay." One of the senior leaders in the SG Group opened his mouth slightly and spoke what Malcolm wanted to say. They knew what kind of person Malcolm was. He would never mess around with other woman. In fact, Malcolm wouldn't mind them drinking or flirting with other women. But if he was with them at the party, they would definitely restrain themselves.

"It's tiring to travel back and forth!" Someone asked.

Malcolm gently shook the glass and as if saw the figure of Poppi from the dark red liquid. He said slowly, "there is someone waiting for me at home."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned for a few seconds. One of them first

heard the sound of breaking dishes from the kitchen. He threw down his chopsticks immediately and ran to the kitchen step by step. "What's wrong with you, Poppi?"

She squatted down on the ground and held a piece of ceramic debris in her hand. "That.. She broke the bowl when she was washing the dishes. Go to have lunch now. I'll get it ready right away. "

"Get up." Malcolm's tone was a little unhappy. He reached out his hand and pulled Poppi up from the ground. "It's easy to cut my hand. Let me do it." Then he squatted down to pick up the pieces one by one.

Hearing this, Poppi was a little stunned. Suddenly, she smiled with a teasing and sly smile. "Malcolm, can you drink every time before you come here?" Malcolm's drunken actions were so considerate.

Murmured Malcolm, holding several big debris. But before he could answer, a sharp pain came from his finger. He lowered his head.. Her finger pulps were cut by pieces.

"It's really easy to cut the hand!" Poppi sighed and felt a flock of crows flying over her head. When she saw the blood rushing out from the skin of Malcolm, she quickly pulled two pieces of paper and grabbed his hand. "Hurry up. Let's block it first. I have a band aid in my bag. I'll bring it to you right away. Just wait! Press on the blood! "

Malcolm wanted to refuse but swallowed back the words that came out of his mouth when he saw the hasty look of Poppi. 'It's not bad to have someone who cares about me.' He thought.

Poppi hurried to take her bag out, shaking out all the things in it, but still didn't find the band aid.

"What's this?" Malcolm saw a red rope suddenly, which did not match the thing in Poppi's bag.

"Really?" On hearing this, Poppi was stunned for a while. Then she took up the red rope and said with a flash of inspiration, "Okay, I will tie this red rope to your finger and later I will go upstairs to find the medicine box and dress it again."

Poppi pulled out Malcolm's hand, and twined the red rope for two circles around the tissue wrapped on Malcolm's finger pulps. While knotted, she said: "just now when you asked this red rope, I'm telling you that this red rope has a powerful background."

"Who's that?"