After being transformed into Bai Yueguang, she was spoiled by the boss

Mu Ruo took a shower, changed into pajamas, blew her hair dry, put on a facial mask, and lay on the bed reading a novel.

As soon as Fu Jianzhi came in, he saw the golden mask that looked like a mask on her face.

Muruo cherishes her facial mask very much and will never let anyone else touch it.

After all, a custom-made facial mask that costs 40,000 yuan per piece is more valuable than her life.

Fu Jianzhi ignored her and went to the study room to deal with some things.

After looking at some contracts, he checked the time and it was already half past eleven.

Under normal circumstances, Fu Jianzhi would never go to bed so early.

It’s a different story if there’s a sleeping pill on the bed.

At this time, Muruo had already taken off her facial mask and fell asleep. She was sleeping soundly, her eyes and eyebrows were pure and bright, like a little beauty carved out of white jade. She looked very delicate, and her cheeks were so tender that you could almost pinch water out of them.

In fact, at this moment, she was very similar to the image of the stunningly beautiful princess in the movie. She was just sleeping quietly on the pillow, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

Fu Jianzhi raised his hand and held Mu Ruo's weak shoulder with his big hand.

Sometimes he can't control his possessiveness.

But he easily confuses the desire for possession and the desire for destruction, as if only destroyed things truly belong to him, and only death is true ownership.

The evil in his bones makes him want to destroy everything around him.

His clear mind and education told him that he should not do this.

Fu Jianzhi's eyes became deeper as he looked at her.

Then he slowly withdrew his hand.

He wasn't sure if he was having another attack of the disease. Maybe he was, but he was still conscious and aware of everything he had done.

Mu Ruo slept a little uneasily. She turned over and found Fu Jianzhi sitting beside the bed.

Mu Ruo sat up and rubbed his eyes: "Mr. Fu, why haven't you slept yet?"

Fu Jianzhi looked at the bed.

Mu Ruo suddenly realized that he seemed to be sleeping in the center of the bed.

Uh.

Occupied the position of the boss.

She quickly made way for a space.

Fu Jianzhi smiled: "You know that I am very emotionally unstable, right?"

Mu Ruo nodded: "I know."

"Are you not afraid that I will kill you one day?"

Muruo thought about it.

To be honest, the ending of following the male and female protagonists is death.

Staying with Fu Jianzhi means death.

This damn world only gives her so many choices.

She would rather stay with Fu Jianzhi.

At least you won't be disfigured, ruined, or despised by others.

Muruo is still quite narcissistic and wants to die beautifully.

After hesitating for a while, Mu Ruo said: "You are so rich, can you make me a pure gold coffin? Maybe this will allow me to be reborn as a rich woman."

Fu Jianzhi chuckled and found it very interesting: "Do you like money so much?"

Muruo said confidently: "Of course."

When she was filming, she went into the water in weather with a temperature of two or three degrees Celsius. She was stuck in the icy water and stayed there for more than an hour. Later, she had a high fever and pneumonia. As soon as she got better, she had to continue to go to the set, just to earn more money to pay for her father's medical expenses.

Later, her father passed away and she no longer had such difficult experiences. She gradually saved a lot of money, but she always remembered how cold that time was.

Fu Jianzhi smiled and said: "Don't worry, I can't bear to let you die, as long as you stay here well."

Muruo felt a little sleepy and yawned again.

She was wearing an ankle-length linen nightgown today, a retro palace style, with long cuffs and neckline made of intricate and delicate lace.

There was obviously no hint of exposure or seduction in her, but her face and figure were naturally somewhat provocative.

Fu Jianzhi inexplicably recalled some scenes of her on the screen today.

The princess walked barefoot in the long, dark corridor, holding a palace lantern in her hand. She was wearing thin clothes and had loose black hair. She looked a little desolate and extremely lovable.

"I watched your movie." Fu Jianzhi's Adam's apple rolled, and there was not much expression on his handsome face. "It's not bad. The clothes in it are very beautiful."

Mu Ruo's eyes lit up instantly: "Really? You saw it too? The clothes inside are all handmade, very exquisite."

The director put a lot of effort into the costumes and makeup, and spent a lot of money on them. The most expensive sets of clothes are for the princess and the emperor.

Fu Jianzhi said: "Tomorrow I will buy all those clothes and jewelry and give them to you as a souvenir."

Mu Ruo thought for a moment: "Clothes are fine, but jewelry is not necessary. They are very expensive. The director borrowed them from a private museum through connections. They are all ancient artifacts."

Fu Jianzhi chuckled: "How expensive is it?"

Muruo: "It's worth more than 50 million."

Every time after taking a photo, she would take it off and put it in the safe immediately, for fear of having to pay for it if it was damaged.

He raised his hand and tapped Mu Ruo on the forehead: "Only your incompetent ex-boyfriend would think this is expensive."

Muruo: "..."

Why are you launching into personal attacks when you're just talking nicely?

Fu Jianzhi's tone was a little malicious: "Sorry, I suddenly remembered that you didn't catch up with him, and you didn't have a formal relationship with him, so he is not your ex-boyfriend."

Muruo was really angry now.

It’s fine to attack Lu Beichen personally.

Why was she also being shot? What had she done wrong?

There are so many beautiful women in this world who fail to catch up with handsome guys.

Fu Jianzhi saw that her cheeks were puffed up with anger and raised his eyebrows: "What? Am I wrong?"

The world is big and the boss is the biggest.

For the sake of the clothes and jewelry that were about to be obtained, Mu Ruo acknowledged Fu Jianzhi as the boss, no matter how he laughed at her.

After all, it’s not just a few thousand yuan, but tens of millions.

From now on, Fu Jianzhi is her biological father.

Mu Ruo pulled Fu Jianzhi's sleeve: "Boss, whatever you say is right. Boss, do you want to go to bed? I'll sing a lullaby for you."

Fu Jianzhi looked at her and asked, "Did you dance the dance in the movie yourself?"

Mu Ruo nodded: "There is no stand-in in any shot. I am a great dancer. I will dance for you when the clothes arrive."

Fu Jianzhi was very satisfied.

The little princess whose country was destroyed in the movie actually did not die.

He just hid it away and forgot all the past grudges and hatreds.

From now on, I will dance only for him.

Whatever he had before, he can provide.

As time goes by, everything can be forgotten, including the man who hurt her.

Fu Jianzhi took a shower and changed into pajamas.

Mu Ruo sang a lullaby to him excitedly.

In less than a minute, Fu Jianzhi covered her mouth.

"Stop singing, it's awful and out of tune."

Muruo: "..."