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

The ink color is still as thick as ink, and the wind and rain are like enraged demons, with no intention of stopping and continuing to rage between heaven and earth.

Mrs. Mo drove the luxury car like a rocket out of control, speeding along the slippery road.

With an emergency brake, the wheels rubbed violently against the ground, making a shrill scream, and the car stopped steadily in front of the door of No pub like a beast pouncing on its prey, splashing a large amount of dirty water.

She pushed open the car door, as if wrapped in black flames. Even though she tried her best to restrain herself, her eyes were like two burning cups.

The flames of anger leaped up, almost bursting the eye sockets. No matter how delicate the makeup was, it seemed as if it was roasted by the high temperature. The eye shadow was smudged and the lipstick was mottled, completely losing its original delicacy. The carefully decorated eyebrows were now filled with hostility.

Along the way, passers-by saw her appearance from afar and avoided her as if they had seen the god of plague. No one dared to get close to her, as if she was emitting heat from her body that could burn people.

Indoors, the lights were dim and blurry, and the ambiguous light and shadow were incompatible with the tense atmosphere.

Gu Yunqian seemed like a leisurely spectator, sitting with his legs crossed in a relaxed and comfortable posture. In his hand, he gently swayed a glass of amber wine, the wine swirling in the glass, reflecting the faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He had been waiting for Mrs. Mo's "visit" for a long time.

You have to know that the moment Mrs. Mo stepped into the pub, she was like a queen patrolling her territory, with a sharp gaze and anger that had not yet subsided. She scanned the area sharply, but did not catch any trace of the little puppy.

However, she was as meticulous as a giant shark in the deep sea. In the blink of an eye, she pieced together the cause and effect based on subtle clues.

When she thought of the pretty boy and Gu Yunqian meeting, her anger suddenly surged, as if it had been doused with gasoline and burned even more vigorously. Now, the conflict between the two was completely ignited, like a raging fire, burning fiercely in an instant and out of control.

It's definitely not a good sign for these two men to get together...

"I never thought you had such a unique hobby. You like watching others do it right under your nose?"

Mrs. Mo was the first to attack, her voice so sharp that it seemed to pierce one's eardrums, cutting through the noisy air of the pub and piercing straight into Gu Yunqian's heart.

"If I had known you were so interested, I should have called that little puppy along, so we could have a good time together and let you enjoy the show!"

There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth, like a curved poisonous blade, and her eyes were full of provocation, as if she was saying that the instigator of this farce was Gu Yunqian himself, and that he was now proudly admiring his own "masterpiece".

Gu Yunqian seemed not to hear it and just slightly curled the corners of his mouth. The curve was like the most mysterious crescent in the night sky, revealing an unfathomable depth.

He took a sip of the wine, his movements graceful and slow, as if he was tasting the most mellow wine in the world, letting the spicy liquid slide down his throat, as if he was deliberately delaying time, enjoying Mrs. Mo's frustration at the moment, as if he was a chess player in control of the overall situation, watching his opponent fall into the chess game he set step by step.

When Mrs. Mo saw that Gu Yunqian didn't say anything for a long time, her originally calm face seemed to be gently disturbed by an invisible hand, and gradually a trace of anxious ripples appeared on her face.

She sat on the sofa, her legs shaking unconsciously as if they were equipped with springs, rubbing against the sofa faster and faster, making a rustling sound, as if her inner anxiety was being vented out through these subtle movements like an uncontrollable flood, drowning her pretended calm.

It was not until the noise became so loud that no one present could ignore it, as if thunder had exploded in their ears, that Gu Yunqian seemed to wake up leisurely from a long dream and slowly put down his wine glass.

At this moment, his eyes were like the sharpest eagle eyes in the cold night. He stared straight and coldly at Mrs. Mo and began to list her faults mercilessly: "Mrs. Mo, what you have done these days, do you really think you can hide it from the world? You stirred up the relationship between me and Xingya, seduced me by any means, and also, those little tricks you did in the company behind Old Mo's back, making money and embezzling..."

His voice was deep and powerful, like a judgment from the depths of hell. Every word was like a bombshell, exploding in Mrs. Mo's ears. "The first two are debts I want to take back for the torture you caused Xingya and I. The last two are revenge for your disloyalty to Old Mo and your wanton trampling on his trust."

As Gu Yunqian spoke, he stared at Mrs. Mo's every move like a cheetah locking onto its prey. At the moment when her lips moved as if she was about to refute, he appeared from behind her like a magical magician and produced a file bag.

The file bag was bulging, as if it was filled with secrets that could determine the fate of the world. He slammed the file bag heavily on the table, making a loud "bang" sound, as if a gavel was struck. The things inside all proved that what he said was true, as if it was solid evidence that would bring the criminal to justice.

"Here are two pieces of evidence. Do you want me to talk to you alone or should I call Lao Mo?"

Mrs. Mo opened her eyes wide, as if she saw the most terrifying ghost in the world. She stared at the file bag, and an ominous premonition surged in her heart, as if her heart was grabbed by a cold hand.

When Gu Yunqian poured out the contents one by one as if he was showing off his trophies, with photos and videos scattered all over the table, her face instantly turned as pale as paper, as if all the blood had been drained out of her.

In the photo, the intimate scene between her and the little puppy is disgusting to watch, and her every move in the video exposes her ugly deeds completely, as if she was stripped of clothes and stood naked in front of everyone.

Although it took Gu Yunqian some time and effort to collect these evidences, fortunately the process was smooth and did not cost too much. However, at this moment, it has become a deadly weapon to control Mrs. Mo, like a sword of Damocles hanging over her head.

At that moment, Mrs. Mo seemed to have her spine pulled out. Her whole body went limp, and she sat on the sofa like a puddle of mud. She was like a peacock with all its feathers plucked out, and her former pride was no longer there.

Her eyes were empty, as if her soul had been taken away. She stared at the "evidence" on the table. Her lips trembled like a fallen leaf in the cold wind. She wanted to say something, but it was as if an invisible hand was strangling her throat. She couldn't make a sound, as if she had been deprived of the right to speak.

Gu Yunqian looked at Mrs. Mo's appearance and a trace of pity flashed across his face.

"You should never, ever use Su Xingya to force me into submission."

His voice seemed to come from an ice cellar, cold, hard and resolute, like the chilly winter wind that could freeze a person's heart. It echoed around, as if it had brought a temporary end to the dispute. However, the tension and smoke that filled the air were like a lingering haze that lingered for a long time.

The situation reversed in an instant. Mrs. Mo seemed to have been drained of all her energy and spirit. She instantly became as quiet as a chicken, like a wounded quail hiding in the dark and shivering, just waiting for Gu Yunqian's judgment on her.

As expected, Gu Yunqian, like a triumphant general, took the opportunity to firmly grasp the initiative in his own hands. He even looked at Mrs. Mo with a playful look, as if he was watching a farce, and Mrs. Mo was the most embarrassed protagonist, who was acting out her own desolation and sadness at this moment.

"You really don't deserve to plot against me!"