The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

In the corridor, the pale and cold light was like a layer of cold frost that enveloped Su Xingya's lonely figure, stretching it out and leaving a long, lonely shadow on the ground.

She seemed to have been drained of her energy. Her head drooped limply, and her steps were slow and heavy. Every step seemed to drain all her strength, as if the ground under her feet was not flat, but a sticky swamp, making it difficult for her to move forward.

At this moment, her heart was filled with grievance and despair, like a little animal that was severely injured and struggling to survive in the snow and ice, longing to find a hidden corner and lick the bloody wounds alone.

Mrs. Mo was completely different. She was agile and nimble, like a cheetah hunting swiftly on the grassland. She took two steps at a time and caught up with Su Xingya at lightning speed.

Then, she took a step forward without hesitation and stood in front of Su Xingya. Her aura was like an indestructible and insurmountable towering wall, which instantly blocked Su Xingya's way.

When she stopped, Mrs. Mo assumed a condescending attitude, clasping her hands elegantly across her chest and slightly raising her chin. Her eyes revealed a strong sense of pride and undisguised provocation, as if she was a queen standing on the clouds, overlooking the world, and looking contemptuously at an insignificant ant at her feet.

She opened her red lips slightly, and the corner of her mouth raised an arc that seemed gentle but concealed a sharp edge. That smile was like a carefully woven net, which was about to trap Su Xingya in it and start a silent but invisible verbal massacre.

"It seems that Miss Su is in a really bad mood today!"

Mrs. Mo was the first to break the deathly silence. Her voice was soft and gentle, but it was like a soft sword dipped in poison, silently stabbing at Su Xingya.

"Did Mr. Gu come back too late yesterday, leaving you waiting?"

As she spoke, Mrs. Mo raised her eyebrows and slightly curled the corners of her lips, looking at Su Xingya's expression with a playful look.

"You know, young men are always full of energy when they are young. Take Mr. Gu for example. His physique is really amazing. His eight-pack abs are tight and well-shaped, and his lines are as hard as those of ancient Greek sculptures. His tentacles are full of vigorous power. Such a perfect figure is probably what many women dream of."

As she spoke, she narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was smiling, her eyes full of aftertaste, as if she was at a gorgeous and luxurious private banquet, enjoying the beautiful scenery of last night.

Su Xingya's eyes, which were originally drooping and seemed dead, suddenly trembled violently as if they were hit by a strong electric current.

She subconsciously clenched her fingers into fists, her nails digging deep into the flesh of her palms, trying to use the piercing pain to calm her already panicked heart.

She took a deep breath and tried her best to calm her inner turmoil, not wanting to show her weakness in front of Mrs. Mo.

"Mrs. Mo, you are in such a good mood. You can share such a private matter so openly. I really admire you."

Su Xingya suppressed her anger, and although her voice trembled slightly, it revealed a stubbornness and unwillingness. She straightened her back and looked straight at Mrs. Mo's provocation, trying to use her meager strength to fight against the storm before her.

A woman of this age actually said such a thing so openly, and the male protagonist is her husband!

But Mrs. Mo seemed not to hear it. Her smile became more intense, and a barely perceptible sarcasm flashed in her eyes.

"Miss Su, you are being too formal. After what happened last night, you and I are now family, right? Besides, Yunqian is such a talented man. What happened last night, whether it was his thoughtfulness or his perfect intimacy skills, was intoxicating. How can we not be reluctant to spend time together like this? If it weren't for the fact that I haven't exercised for so long and my physical strength has not kept up..."

She deliberately dragged out the last word, and each word was like a carefully carved poisonous sting, accurately piercing the softest corner of Su Xingya's heart. A faint blush appeared on her face, as if she was reminiscing about an elegant art appreciation rather than a vulgar affair, fully displaying her sophistication and cunning.

Su Xingya only felt a loud "buzzing" sound in her head, as if she was hit hard by a thousand-pound hammer, and she felt dizzy.

Her eye sockets instantly turned red, as if they were about to burst with blood, and tears swirled wildly in her eye sockets, almost bursting through the dam.

His lips were trembling violently and his upper and lower teeth kept chattering. He wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand and he couldn't make a sound.

She could never have imagined that this woman could be so shameless as to say something so private in such an elegant yet vicious way.

"You... you really have a lot of feelings."

Su Xingya finally squeezed out these few words from between her teeth, but her voice was as weak as a candle swaying in the wind and about to go out, carrying with it endless anger, humiliation and unwillingness.

Seeing this, Mrs. Mo's laughter became more wild, echoing in the empty corridor, seeming particularly eerie.

She took out a card calmly from her exquisite handbag and waved it slowly in front of Su Xingya, the action full of almsgiving.

"Of course. A man like Yunqian only comes once in a century. It was only last night that I realized how well you usually eat."

As she spoke, Mrs. Mo took out a bank card with two fingers.

"Please keep this card for now. Consider it my compensation to you on behalf of Yunqian. He may not be able to return home on time in the coming days. This little money is a token of my appreciation for you."

Her tone was condescending, full of contempt and pity, as if she was bestowing a great favor on Su Xingya.

Su Xingya widened her eyes and stared at the card, her eyes burning with rage, full of disbelief and deep hatred.

At that moment, she was so angry that her whole body was shaking violently. She clenched her hands into fists and slowly raised her arms, wanting to slap the extremely hateful woman in front of her to vent her hatred.

But when he had raised his arm halfway, he found that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away in an instant, leaving only sadness and despair in his heart, like a pool of stagnant water, without a single ripple.

Hot tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, like beads that had broken off the string, flowing freely along her cheeks and wetting a large area of ​​her clothes.

My stomach was churning and I felt so sick as if I had swallowed a live fly, but I couldn't spit it out. It was stuck in my throat and I felt extremely uncomfortable.

Su Xingya could no longer endure the double torture of body and mind. She could only cover her mouth tightly with her hands, turned around in embarrassment, and ran towards the bathroom. Her staggering back was full of helplessness, despair and heartbreak.

Mrs. Mo looked at Su Xingya's receding back with a smug smile on her lips. That smile was dazzling, like a victory flag flying high on the battlefield, and it looked particularly dazzling and heartbreaking under the pale light.

She slowly straightened her messy clothes, walked back to the private room with an elegant and calm pace, like a triumphant and complacent general, ready to continue leisurely enjoying another good show that was about to be performed in the box...