The crybaby nanny was bullied and cried again by her yandere husband.

Hearing him say he was hungry, Lin Zhao realized that he had only been focused on eating his fill, and his teacher must not have eaten enough.

My husband doesn't really like snacks and fruits, so he probably didn't eat any.

He quickly grabbed the box in his hands and followed Shang Yu downstairs.

While waiting for the elevator, people kept looking in their direction.

Lin Zhao spoke softly.

"Sir, it seems like someone is watching us."

"Well, let them watch."

After speaking, Shang Yu took a step closer to Lin Zhao without making a sound, and the two were almost touching.

The assistants behind them all covered their mouths and screamed.

Some of the bolder ones even took photos.

Shang Yu's lips curled up. He knew these people had a private group, and it would be best if the photo could be passed on to the right people.

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As I walked to the main gate, many people who were leaving get off work with me walked out one after another. When they passed Shang Yu, they all nodded and respectfully greeted him as "Hello, President Shang".

Lin Zhao, who was standing to the side, subconsciously straightened his back.

Lin Zhao felt like a grand eunuch by the emperor's side, with a sense of swagger and power.

Sir is truly amazing. I wish I were half as amazing as him.

The car arrived quickly.

Lin Zhao was holding the box in her hands, wondering how to open the door, when Shang Yu stepped forward and opened the car door first.

"Get in the car."

The movement was so fast that Lin Zhao hadn't even had time to react before she was already in the car.

But Shang Yu's movements slowed down considerably, as if he were waiting for someone.

Lin Zhao wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he thought he saw Lin Yu walk out of the building. But before he could see clearly, the car door slammed shut with a "bang".

The car drove smoothly on the main road. Lin Zhao held the box in her hands, her feelings complicated.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally spoke in a low voice.

"gentlemen……"

Shang Yu glanced at him sideways.

"What's wrong?"

"Um, could you please stop calling me Zhaozhao from now on?"

Lin Zhao lowered her eyelashes and spoke cautiously.

"That sounds a bit strange."

Shang Yu's face instantly darkened, and the driver instinctively reached up to cover the partition.

He tapped his knee lightly with his fingertips, but couldn't hide the irritation in his heart; his tone was indifferent.

"Why is it that only your brother Yu is allowed to call you Xiao Zhao, but I'm not?"

Lin Zhao immediately shook his head when he heard Lin Yu mentioned again.

"No, sir, you can call me Xiao Zhao, that's what everyone calls me."

"Xiao Zhao".

Shang Yu repeated himself, but he remained relentless.

"Why should I call him the same way as Lin Yu?"

Lin Zhao was blocked. Everyone calls him that, so why does Mr. insist on making an exception?

"Sir, I..."

Before Lin Zhao could finish speaking, Shang Yu suddenly leaned forward and got closer to him.

She stared intently into his eyes.

"What? You don't want me to call you that? Or do you think I'm not worthy?"

These words were too harsh, and Lin Zhao was terrified, immediately denying them.

"No, no, how could you not be worthy, sir?"

Seeing that Shang Yu's expression had not improved, Lin Zhao tightened her grip on the cardboard box and looked at him.

"You can call me whatever you want, sir, Zhaozhao, Zhaozhao is fine too!"

A hint of triumph flashed across Shang Yu's eyes, but his expression remained calm, and his gaze did not waver.

He stared intently at Lin Zhao.

He felt a pang of panic; his heart began to pound uncontrollably again. They were too close.

The faint scent of sandalwood emanating from Shang Yu wafted into Lin Zhao's nostrils, causing his cheeks to flush and making him lean back uncomfortably.

She reached out and placed her hand against the man's chest, trying to get him to move away, but the man in front of her didn't budge.

Lin Zhao instinctively felt a sense of fear, and her gaze darted away, not daring to look at him.

"Sir, you're standing too close..."

Shang Yu raised his hand and grasped his wrist, not getting any closer, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far, and spoke softly.

"Zhaozhao, what did you call me?"

"Sir."

Lin Zhao repeated.

Shang Yu shook his head.

"Change to another one."

Lin Zhao frowned, clearly deep in thought.

It took me ages to come up with one.

"General Manager Shang?"

Shang Yu: ...

"No, change it again."

My wrist was held in someone's hand. They didn't use much force, and it didn't hurt, but I couldn't break free.

It seems that the gentleman won't let go until he gives me a satisfactory address today.

Although she didn't know why he suddenly acted this way, Lin Zhao just wanted to get as far away as possible.

He racked his brains and tentatively opened his mouth.

"Yu, Brother Yu?"

When she called him that, Lin Zhao's face turned bright red. Calling him "Boss Brother" was too intimate, especially since the two of them were standing so close together.

His heart raced again as he cautiously stole glances at Shang Yu's expression, trying to see if he was satisfied.

Before he could even look, the man had already released his wrist and sat back down.

Lin Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, breathing heavily, her hands trembling slightly as she held the cardboard box.

He thought Shang Yu had let him off the hook, but the next second he heard Youyou say something from the side.

"Brother Yu, Brother Yu, I don't know if you're calling him or me."

Lin Zhao's eyes widened in surprise. What was that all about?

Is it wrong to call him Brother Yu when his name is Shang Yu?

And their tones are different.

He quickly turned his head to explain, but when he looked over, Shang Yu had already turned his head to look out the window, leaving only the back of his head visible to him.

Looks like she's angry again.

Lin Zhao was extremely anxious and stepped forward to grab the person's clothes.

"Sir, that's not what I meant. I was calling you."

Shang Yu swallowed hard, trying to control his pounding heart. When Lin Zhao called him "Brother Yu" just now, her voice was soft and sweet.

He almost couldn't resist kissing her again, so he stepped back to calm down.

But soon he thought of that damned Lin Yu, whose name sounded so much like his own second name.

It sounds very similar. What if Lin Zhao calls him in the future and is still thinking about Lin Yu?

And Yu Ge, it always feels like something's missing.

Just then, the driver stopped the car; we had arrived at the villa.

Shang Yu opened the car door and pulled the hem of his coat from Lin Zhao's hand.

"I'll give you one day. Stop calling me 'sir' and come up with another way to address me that I'm satisfied with, or else..."

Shang Yu thought for a moment and then spoke.

"Otherwise, your salary will be deducted."

After saying that, he turned around and got out of the car, but his steps were much faster.

Lin Zhao sat in the car for a long time, his hand holding the cardboard box so tightly it was almost crumpled, his eyes wet with tears, looking aggrieved and lost.

How come a perfectly nice way of addressing someone makes my husband unhappy again?

Everyone else addresses him as "sir," but I'm the only one who isn't, and I even get my salary docked...

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With only one day, what kind of address do I need to come up with to satisfy the gentleman?

Lin Zhao, looking aggrieved, carried her things back to the villa and ran into Uncle Li on the way.

Seeing his expression, Uncle Li thought something had happened and quickly stepped forward to ask.

"What's wrong? You look so upset. Did someone bully you?"