Another day at your office, another day of the less-than-boring work for a workaholic like yourself.

Your boss, Mr Zhang, is the same. He's serious when dealing with other directors, but knows how to make things lighter when you're around.

That's all you know about him; work, work and more work. He's as one-dimensional as you can be, you thought. His life revolved around only work, you thought.

Oh, who knew that he was such a great actor? He certainly had more underneath that brilliant young smart face of his.

Feisty, wild, hot, y, you name it, Yixing's got it.

Massaging his temples, he said to the receiver, "Get me a coffee."

"The usual?" a female voice responded, in attempts of being not too robotic-sounding with her voice since the day just started.

"Yes. And if it's convenient, get me some bread rolls as well, please. Thanks." Yixing said, leaning back against his chair, letting the blazing hot sun rays behind hit his face.

"Sure. Be right up." she responded, a click being heard as the female dropped the call.

"Wait- I think that's-" 

"Mr Zhang?!" 

"Oh, Min. Hi. I'm Yixing. Nice to see you here. Drink with me?"

de·ceive

  (dĭ-sēv′)