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As soon as he said that, Long Er received a cold stare, and his boss immediately revealed his sore spot in a vengeful manner. His long and narrow eyes narrowed as he stared at Long Er.

"Long Er, I say, are you interested in my beautiful secretary?"

"Cough cough — Boss, stop joking around. How could I possibly be interested in a woman who has an eye above her head and a mouth full of venomous venom?"

Long Er almost choked to death from his words. He coughed and laughed as he refused to admit it.

He had not forgotten how badly that woman had killed him over and over again. Last night, for example, he had been responsible for sending her home from her drunken stupor, and she had clung to him in a drunken frenzy.

He had no choice but to bring her to his house. Who would have thought that she would burst into tears and laugh as soon as she entered the room, and even hug and hug him, almost making him want to hug her. Fire. Burn. He couldn't touch her, so he wasn't that hungry. Yearning to do something to a drunk woman.

Helpless, he could only force her into the guest room. Then, he called his fixed companion. The two of them were in the midst of having sex with each other when they heard a loud bang. The woman had unexpectedly barged in with disheveled hair!

He had been in the middle of a fit when she burst into him and nearly broke under him. He frowned at her in pain and then yanked the quilt over himself and his companion.

The woman suddenly giggled and squatted down by the corner and said with a smile,

"Hehe, you guys continue. I'll watch!"

His companion was shocked by the thunder. She came out from under the blanket, her face pale, and escaped in disarray. She must have mistaken the woman in the corner for someone else. state.

He almost fainted from her words. Even though he was a man, he didn't have the habit of being watched. Not to mention that the person watching was a woman!

He took his robe and kicked over the trash can, then headed out of the bathroom to finish him off. However, when he reached the door, he heard faint breathing from the corner. He lowered his head and saw that she had fallen asleep!

Gu Mo Cheng narrowed his eyes as he looked at Li Yao's expression, which alternated between regret and anger. He then mysteriously moved closer to Li Yao.

"I finally understand now, why you care so much about her calling you a waiter, why you were so easily angered by her?"

Long Er didn't understand. Gu Mo Cheng laughed as if he was someone who had seen the world before.

"Actually, you just care about her …"

After Gu Mo Cheng said this, he put down the wine cup in his hand and left in large strides. The only one left was Long Er, who frowned and carefully savored the meaning behind his words.

The clock struck ten o'clock. Just as Mu Wenwen was about to leave the restaurant, he heard Old Gu's surprised voice from outside.

"Young Master, you're finally back!"

She frowned at the clock, which was stuck at exactly ten o'clock, precise and precise, and he really did pick the time to come back. She said that it was ten one, and that it was impossible for her to make peace, but it hadn't passed yet …

After hesitating for a moment, he walked out of the restaurant. He saw him wobbling as he walked in. His coat and shirt were thrown messily over his shoulders, and his expression looked miserable and dejected.

Old Gu carefully supported him from behind, but he threw her to the side. Seeing that, she couldn't care less about ten or so points anymore, and hurriedly went up to support him.

"You're back?"

He seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, and the strong smell of alcohol and smoke lingered around him. She was getting more and more annoyed with this man for smoking and drinking. She wondered what they were all plotting.

The moment her hand touched his arm, his face darkened and he flung her away. His rude actions caused her to stagger for a few steps and almost fall to the ground.

He took a few steps forward and seemed to sense something was wrong with her. He turned around and dragged her upstairs. She was dragged by him, so she had to follow him upstairs. His strength was so strong that even pinching her wrists hurt.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, he kicked the door shut and pressed her against it. He was so close to her that she could feel his strong muscles pressing against her body. He stared at her face, his dark eyes shining with suspicion.

"You're planning on confessing to me?"

She didn't think that he was still conflicted over this matter, much less that he would ask her so directly, so she was momentarily at a loss as to how to reply to him.

His face was once again covered in a layer of frost. He loosened his grip on her large hand and coldly said,

"You don't want to admit that you're still trying to prove something to me!"

Then she tottered off to the bathroom, leaving her leaning against the door in a state of confusion.

She thought that he was just being awkward for a bit. It was just like before, every time she finished angering him, he would be safe and sound a few days later. But now, someone came to tell her, why was this man so crazy when he was so stubborn?

After a while, he came out of the shower. The alcohol seemed to have dispersed a bit, but his face was still as cold as ever. He didn't even look at her or talk to her, just dried his hair, crawled into the blanket, and lay down to sleep, treating her as air.

She sighed as she picked up her clothes and went into the bathroom. Ah, how much she missed the freedom and elegance of the past when she was alone, but now she wanted to see his face here. She missed being single, not being single, but the carefree life she had before she came to live with him.

When she came out he seemed to be asleep, his back to her, on the other side of the bed. She went over and lifted the covers and lay down, and he lay there without moving.

She stood there in the darkness for a long moment, then turned and wrapped her arms around his skinny waist and whispered his name.

"Gu Mo City …"

His back stiffened, but he didn't move at all. She knew that he hadn't slept, and in the darkness, her lips secretly curled up into a smile. Didn't they always say that husband and wife fought at the end of the bed?

As she thought of this, she leaned her soft body against his and felt his body tense up again.

"Mo …"

Well, she couldn't remember how long it had been since she'd called him that. She always felt weak to call him by that name, as if he were her day and she had to rely on him.

She opened her mouth to continue, but he grabbed her small hand around his waist. His cold voice filled her ears, extinguishing all of her enthusiasm.

"You know what I want to hear. If that's not what you're talking about, then don't say it now!"

Then, with a slight push, she was pushed back and away, her heart instantly chilled by half. This time, she was truly furious. She gritted her teeth and stubbornly turned around to face him.

Wasn't he going too far? Did he really have to make her confess to him in such a tyrannical manner? Couldn't she have some privacy of her own? Why didn't he just tell her everything about him?

A woman like her had already lowered her body to curry favor with him, but he still had to give her a look! It really hurt her pride. She didn't feel like she was in the wrong, but now that he was acting this way, she didn't want to bother with him anymore.

In the darkness, Gu Mo Cheng could feel her unhappiness, but he still didn't speak. This time, he was determined to express his protest. As long as she didn't confess to him, he would make her cold for a day.

Thus, the two of them stood with their backs facing each other, breathing in their own Qi. Then, when they couldn't hold on any longer, they fell asleep again.