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

Gu Yunqian was sitting there absent-mindedly, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table. The disordered rhythm of the tapping was just like his chaotic heart at the moment.

He seemed to be staring at the table, but in fact his eyes were empty and his thoughts had drifted away. He was worried about Su Xingya's condition and tried to cover up his inner panic and anxiety with this mechanical movement.

But the moment Mrs. Mo stepped into the private room, he felt as if he was struck by a strong electric current. He shuddered suddenly, his body tensed instantly, and his originally wandering eyes suddenly raised their heads as if attracted by a magnet.

In an instant, his eyes were like bright stars suddenly obscured by dark clouds and quickly dimmed. His eyes, which had been clear before, were now filled with shock and anger.

When he met Mrs. Mo's eyes that were full of pride and seemed to contain the word "victory", he felt a loud "buzzing" in his head, as if a string that was stretched to the extreme and as thin as a hair suddenly broke with a "bang", and a splitting headache instantly swept through his body.

At that moment, Gu Yunqian's expression turned extremely ugly. His face, as pale as paper, actually showed a hint of blue, as if a person who had just recovered from a serious illness had suffered another severe blow.

His lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something, but it was as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat. Anger and astonishment were like a surging tide, drowning his words. He could only let the unspoken words hit back and forth in his chest, causing pain in his heart and lungs.

Finally, without caring about the occasion, he stood up in a daze, like a soul driven by a demon.

His body swayed due to anger and anxiety, and even the seat made a harsh friction sound.

He walked straight past Mrs. Mo, like a trapped beast that had been madly enraged, and rushed out of the door regardless of everything.

His footsteps were hurried and messy, and each step was like stepping on a drum, making a dull sound and bringing up a strong wind. The napkins on the table fluttered like frightened butterflies.

As for Mrs. Mo, seeing Gu Yunqian fleeing in such a panic, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, outlining an arc full of sarcasm.

She just turned her head slightly and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, as if she was watching an extremely funny farce, or looking down at an ant that was fleeing after being defeated.

Then, she calmly sat back in her original position as if nothing had happened, and stretched out her hand gracefully. Her fingers were slender and long, like carefully carved jade bamboo shoots.

She gently picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of exquisite dish slowly, put it in her mouth, and chewed it slowly and gracefully. Every chew was like savoring the taste of victory. She continued to enjoy the dinner leisurely, enjoying what she thought was her glorious moment.

Outside the door, the corridor was still pale and cold, like a passage leading to an endless abyss.

Gu Yunqian was like a walking corpse who had lost his soul. He staggered along the long corridor that seemed to have no end and came to the bathroom door.

As soon as he stopped, he heard suppressed and low sobs coming from inside. The sound was like the painful wails coming from the abyss of hell, striking his heart again and again, and each blow was like a sledgehammer, smashing his heart to pieces.

His body seemed to have lost all its strength. He leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down, and finally squatted down like a puddle of mud.

He put his hands into his hair, and gripped the roots of his hair tightly with his fingers, as if he wanted to vent all his regret, self-blame and heartache through this rough action.

His eyes were red and tears were welling up in them, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall. After a long time, he let out a long sigh. That sigh seemed to carry a thousand years of sorrow, filled with guilt towards Su Xingya and contempt for his own behavior.

He leaned against the wall, as if petrified, and listened quietly for a long time, as if he wanted to transfer all of Su Xingya's pain to himself through the wall, so that he could also bear the bone-eroding pain.

It was not until he heard the sound of gurgling water that he realized that Su Xingya might be trying to tidy up her appearance, cover up her recent fragility, and not want others to see her embarrassment.

He then moved his body again, as if waking up from a deep sleep, and stood up straight, but before he could recover, a figure rushed towards him.

It’s Su Xingya.

She was like a frightened fawn that had been injured, with her head lowered and her long hair falling like a waterfall, like a black curtain covering most of her face. But no matter how well she hid it, her pair of red and swollen eyes, like ripe peaches, still betrayed her.

Her steps were hurried, as if she was stepping on hot charcoal. She tried to quickly get away from Gu Yunqian, moving left and right. Every step was filled with fear and determination. She just wanted to escape from this place that made her heartbroken, as if she could forget all the pain as long as she left here.

However, how could Gu Yunqian let her go so easily?

He seemed to be injected with a mysterious power, and he moved with Su Xingya's footsteps, his body so agile that it seemed as if they were dancing a tacit duet. However, this dance was not romantic at all, but full of tension and confrontation, as if it was a life-and-death battle.

He stretched out his hand, and that hand was like a flash of lightning, quickly and decisively grabbing the woman's slender wrist. The force was not strong, but it was full of determination that could not be refused, as if this grab could save their shaky relationship.

Su Xingya's first reaction was to struggle violently. Like an enraged lioness, she twisted her wrists hard, trying to break free from Gu Yunqian's restraints. Her eyes were full of anger and resistance, as if she was saying, "Don't touch me!"

Seeing that her struggle was futile, the moment Gu Yunqian's arms wrapped around her slender waist, she was like a mad little beast, waving her pink fists and hitting Gu Yunqian's chest continuously. Every punch was filled with her grievances and hatred, as if she wanted to vent all her pain on Gu Yunqian through this fist.

Gu Yunqian seemed to be petrified, with his neck tilted back, allowing Su Xingya to beat him. His eyes were empty and sad. He looked at the ceiling, as if he was praying to God for salvation, or as if he was accepting a punishment, as if only in this way could he slightly alleviate the guilt in his heart.

After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind, like a soldier carrying a heavy mission. He bent down and carried Su Xingya directly on his shoulders. His movements were done in one go, with unquestionable decisiveness, as if this was the only salvation he could do at the moment.

Su Xingya was startled by this sudden action. She was about to scream, but she found herself so dizzy with her head down that she was forced to remain quiet.

Gu Yunqian took two steps at a time, as if there was a ferocious beast chasing him, and quickly carried the person into the car.

Before the car started, he took out his cell phone, his fingers trembling like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and sent a message to Lao Mo, saying that Su Xingya was not feeling well so they left early.

At this moment in the private room, Lao Mo received this message and curled the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

He turned the screen of his mobile phone and pointed it at Mrs. Mo. His smile showed his awareness of his wife's methods, as well as his ridicule of Gu Yunqian's current embarrassment, as if he was sighing: There are times when the charm of his little wife is useless!

The car slowly drove away. Gu Yunqian looked through the rearview mirror at Su Xingya, who was curled up in the back seat and crying silently, and felt mixed emotions.

He knew that this incident had created a deep rift between them, and it would be difficult to repair it...