The most ruthless is her

Ruan Mohan moved his hand away, took another puff of cigarette, and looked at the moonlight outside.

Suddenly she stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to grab a handful of moonlight.

Jian Shuo: "What are you doing?"

Ruan Mohan withdrew his hand again and brought it to Jian Shuo's lips: "Take a bite."

Jian Shuo narrowed her eyes and turned into a cat who didn't know what was going on. She didn't follow orders about things she wasn't sure about.

Ruan Mohan took another drag on his cigarette and looked at her.

Then, lean over.

Kissed Jian Shuo's lips directly,

The fighting and attacking between the two seemed to have become an instinct of the body in the past few months.

As soon as Ruan Mohan bit it, Jian Shuo was in pain, and immediately bit Ruan Mohan's lips hard.

Ruan Mohan tried harder.

She also pushes harder.

Lips and teeth blend, the aroma of fir and dahlia are intertwined, accompanied by wet and humid breath, with the scorching temperature of summer night.

Forget whose tip of the tongue first touched the tip of the other person's tongue.

Biting each other fiercely, turned into a deep kiss.

Ruan Mohan let go of Jian Shuo first, and then looked at the moonlight outside.

At that moment, Jian Shuo suddenly understood.

Ruan Mohan seemed to be feeling - the moon, the wind, the pain, and the kiss.

The best of everything and the worst of everything coexist, and that's fine.

Jian Shuo suddenly became emotional: "Ruan Mohan..."

"Be normal." Ruan Mohan glanced at her but said, "Please be normal."

"Whatever you did to me before, how to treat me now."

"The kiss just now..." Ruan Mohan took a puff of the cigarette burning between his fingers, and asked Jian Shuo, "You only have this strength?"

Jian Shuo looked at Ruan Mohan.

Ruan Mohan was smoking a cigarette, his expression was clear and indifferent, no different from before.

It's just that in the light brown eyes, there seems to be a little more relief.

Jian Shuo looked at Ruan Mohan for a while, and when he laughed again, he had changed into the coquettish and charming feeling before: "That's not it."

She leaned closer to Ruan Mohan's ear: "Don't you know it best?"

After Ruan Tianrong came, she never dared to touch Ruan Mohan.

It seems that Ruan Mohan has turned into a cloud of fog, and there is a thick sadness in the faint fog, which shatters when touched by his hand.

Until just now, Ruan Mohan took the initiative to kiss him, as if he wanted to grab some warmth from Jian Shuo, a sense of real existence.

Jian Shuo recalled that night when the two of them took a bath together, Ruan Mohan hugged her shoulders tightly and clung to her.

It's the same, as if wanting to grab a little warmth and a little real feeling.

He also remembered what Jiang Karen said when he called: "She's using you."

But what about using it?Jian Shuo grinned.

She put a beautiful smiling face in front of Ruan Mohan: "Ruan Mohan, Ruan Mohan."

Ruan Mohan looked away coldly, and she put her face closer together: "Ruan Mohan, Ruan Mohan."

Until Ruan Mohan's clear light brown eyes met her dark pupils.

Jian Shuo smiled slyly again.

She raised her hand, put her five fingers together, then spread them apart suddenly, and said, "Bang!"

She can set Ruan Mohan on fire.

Her thick ink and heavy colors can overwhelm Ruan Mohan's lightness, preventing her from really drifting away.

So what?Jian Shuo thought in her heart.

Ruan Mohan has been using her from the very beginning, using her to do research, to see if there are really people without feelings in the world.

Now Ruan Mohan is still using her, using her to keep himself from becoming a really emotionless person.

Use Jian Shuo to retain all your perceptions, all pain and pleasure.

Jian Shuo figured it out, and wanted Jiang Kailun to make a phone call and yell: I am willing to be used by Ruan Mohan!

mad at you!Lie Lie!

She leaned towards Ruan Mohan's soft body.

But was pushed away by Ruan Mohan.

"Close your eyes." Ruan Mohan said.

Jian Shuo closed her eyes, the corners of her lips curled up: "What tricks are there?"

The closed slender eyebrows also raised: "I'm not afraid of you."

She thought that she would welcome Ruan Mohan's soft lips, perhaps with a new biting posture, gently biting the corner of her lips, hooking the tip of her tongue like a feather.

Unexpectedly, there was a coolness on the forehead.

Jian Shuo opened her eyes and saw Ruan Mohan standing in front of her with a calm face, not approaching her, with a cigarette between her lips.

A hand was pressed to her forehead.

Only then did Jian Shuo discover that there was a small bottle of medicine hidden beside Ruan Mohan's ashtray.

Ruan Mohan dabbed it with a cotton ball and pressed it on her forehead, it felt cool.

Ruan Mohan said lightly, "I bumped into Jiang Kailun?"

I guessed it right away.

Jian Shuo knew that she disappeared suddenly at noon, Jiang Kailun must have told her.

Jian Shuo nodded, curled her lips in dissatisfaction: "Can you be gentle? It hurts like hell."

Ruan Mohan: "It takes a certain force to increase the temperature around the blood vessels and accelerate the circulation..."

Jian Shuo yelled "Ah" unbearably.

In order to block Ruan Mohan's broken thoughts, she began to sing: "Unforgettable tonight, unforgettable tonight..."

Ruan Mohan pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Jian Shuo still wants to continue singing: "No matter the end of the world or the end of the world..."

Ruan Mohan put a cotton ball on Jian Shuo's forehead, and pressed it harder.

Jian Shuo let out a "hiss" and stopped singing.

Ruan Mohan smoked a cigarette and asked, "Jiang Kailun's forehead is also like this?"

Jian Shuo rolled her eyes: "No."

Ruan Mohan glanced at her.

With clear and light eyes, it seems that there is a lot of dissatisfaction.

Jian Shuo smiled slyly and treacherously: "Of course she is more swollen than me!"

Only then did Ruan Mohan let out a satisfied "hmm".

Take the cigarette from your lips and hold it between your fingers.

The corners of his lips are pursed.

Jian Shuo glanced at her: "Laugh if you want, don't pretend to be cold."

Ruan Mohan rubbed Jian Shuo's forehead for a while, looked left and right, felt that the bruise was almost gone, and threw the cotton ball into his ashtray.

"I didn't want to laugh." She smoked a cigarette and looked out the window at night again: "I just can't imagine Jiang Karen's red and swollen forehead."

It is clear that the corners of the lips have been pursed, and the eyebrows and eyes are stretched.

Jian Shuo gave a triumphant "ha": "That's really wonderful."

******

Ruan Mohan finished his cigarette: "It's getting late, go to sleep."

Jane Shuo said "Oh".

The two walked into the living room together, and Ruan Mohan went to put away the medicine for reducing swelling and pain.

Jian Shuo glanced at it, and found that even the inside of the medicine box was extremely neatly arranged according to the height and efficacy of the medicine bottles.

Very perverted, very Ruan Mohan.

Ruan Mohan seemed to find that two bottles of medicine were not in the right place, so he bent down to tidy them up.

Jian Shuo went back to the sofa in annoyance, pulled up the quilt, and covered her head.

Just now when she wanted to kiss Ruan Mohan, Ruan Mohan pushed her away.

Why?When Ruan Mohan kissed her before, she didn't push Ruan Mohan away.

Even if Ruan Mohan did it to apply the medicine to her, what happens after the medicine is finished?

After the medicine was wiped off, Ruan Mohan finished smoking and said, "It's getting late, go to bed."

That's it? ? ?

Jian Shuo felt bored and didn't dare to speak.

After all, Ruan Mohan sat on the side of the road all afternoon, perhaps thinking a lot about Ruan Qiu and Ruan Tianrong.

Thinking of this, Jian Shuo suddenly tore off the quilt and sat up——

Yes!How could she just sleep on the sofa and sulk?

She can't leave Ruan Mohan alone!

Ruan Mohan was already walking towards his bedroom and was about to close the door.

Jian Shuo still didn't have time to rush forward, just like that night, very quickly, she reached out her hand to the gap between the door frame and the door.

Ruan Mohan didn't slam the door shut this time, and pressed the hand on the doorknob.

The door stopped in an ajar position.

Ruan Mohan lowered his head and looked at Jian Shuo's white hand: "Does it still hurt?" He asked about the last time he pinched her hand.

Jian Shuo lowered her brows, and for a moment, tears seemed to flow from her eyes: "It hurts so much, it hurts to death."

She was pitiful, delicate and charming, and even the little black mole at the end of her eye was glowing with a lovely light.

It seemed that any hard-hearted person in the world would be defeated in front of her.

She felt that Ruan Mohan was right.

She should have treated Ruan Mohan the same as before.

The matter of Ruan Qiu has existed in the past and will continue to exist in the future.

Getting along with the familiar pattern will make Ruan Mohan himself, don't keep staring at this matter, and repeatedly zoom in on it.

Unexpectedly, facing Jian Shuo's performance, Ruan Mohan ignored him, as if he could see through it at a glance.

With a cold face, he walked to the bed.

But the door was still open, Jian Shuo slipped in and followed behind Ruan Mohan: "Sister Mo."

She purposely said in a lovely and pitiful voice: "Aren't you going to give me a hug?"

Ruan Mohan glanced at her indifferently: "Don't pretend."

Jian Shuo let out a laugh.

The low air pressure brought by Ruan Tianrong seemed to dissipate a bit.

Ruan Mohan didn't bother to talk to Jian Shuo, went to bed, pulled the quilt over his waist.

Jian Shuo was sitting at the old position beside the bed, leaning over and saying, "Go to sleep."

She closed her eyes and smelled the faint fir fragrance from Ruan Mohan's body.

Folding his arms under his head, he hooked his fingers, wanting to hold Ruan Mohan's hand, but afraid that Ruan Mohan was really tired.

At this time.

A burst of cold touch wrapped around Jian Shuo's fingertips.

It was Ruan Mohan's long and slender fingers, hooking Jian Shuo's fingers in the darkness, like the cold moonlight shining through the gaps in the curtains.

Jian Shuo opened his eyes, and after adapting to the darkness for a while, he was able to see Ruan Mohan's face clearly through the little moonlight.

Clear and light, with clear eyebrows.

Suddenly her thin lips moved: "Come and sleep on the bed."

Jian Shuo was taken aback.

Go to... bed... to sleep?

She stood up all at once, thinking about the deep meaning behind these five words, and sat on the ground in a daze.

Her fingertips were still hooked by Ruan Mohan, at this moment Ruan Mohan turned his wrist and held her wrist.

Pull Jian Shuo up.

Jian Shuo was led by Ruan Mohan, and half threw herself on the bed.

Ruan Mohan opened his eyes. Under the moonlight, his light brown eyes were like a foggy night forest, attracting lost travelers to go in like a trap, and never find their way back.

Ruan Mohan said softly, "Come up."

Jian Shuo seemed to have been sucked into his soul, and climbed onto the bed with his slender legs.

Ruan Mohan leaned over with his arms supported, his light eyes met Jian Shuo's black pupils.

The soft long hair hangs down, and the tail of the hair sweeps over Jian Shuo's cheeks, chin, and neck, feeling like a feather.

She pinched Jian Shuo's two wrists: "Do you want to?"

Jian Shuo narrowed her eyes: "Do you want to?"

"Ask you, do you want to?" She leaned over, her soft lips rubbing against the corners of Jian Shuo's lips, like the teasing of a feather.

Jian Shuo raised her head slightly, and kissed her directly, like an attacking beast: "What about you? Do you want to?"

Neither of them wanted to let go first.

******

The first time for the two was in the back seat of the car in the evening. Both of them were dizzy, following the long suppressed flood, pouring out the instinct to break the dam.

The second time is now, in Ruan Mohan's quiet bedroom, both of them have some reason.

Compete with each other, no one will admit defeat.

Ruan Mohan tilted his head back to prevent Jian Shuo from kissing her, and stuck out the tip of his tongue to tease Jian Shuo's lips, knowing how to touch it.

Jian Shuo closed her eyes and breathed.

Let out a coquettish chuckle.

With all his strength, he jumped up.

At this time, it was her who leaned over and clamped Ruan Mohan's wrists.

The slender legs overlapped, controlling Ruan Mohan's long and beautiful legs.

She leaned over and kissed him hard.

Biting Ruan Mohan's lips, like a beast, and moving along Ruan Mohan's beautiful face.

Here it is, in the darkness, she finds the small light brown mole on Ruan Mohan's earlobe, and holds it in her mouth.

She knew it was a switch.

Ruan Mohan would tremble slightly all over, but quickly suppressed it.

He even controlled his breathing so that Jian Shuo wouldn't hear anything.

The more she behaved like this, the more Jian Shuo wanted to be ruthless.

He dealt with that little mole fiercely, teased it repeatedly, and gnawed it hard.

Ruan Mohan said, his tone was cold: "You only have this strength?"

If you don't listen carefully, you won't be able to hear the extremely subtle vibrato.

"What?" Jian Shuo snorted on her earlobe, hooked the tip of her tongue: "You don't think it's enough?"

Ruan Mohan's tone became colder and colder: "Not enough."

Jian Shuo bites even more fiercely.

Until Ruan Mohan's hand curled up for a moment, then opened again, leading Jian Shuo's wrist, moving lightly on the pillow, pressing down the soft hair ends scattered on the pillow.

She tilted her head, as if feeling the pull of her hair.

Jian Shuo followed her earlobe, and heard Ruan Mohan tilt his head and say: "Later, you don't need this strength."

******

The next morning, Ruan Qingyin got up, and Ruan Mohan sat at the dining table.

A cotton linen white shirt with a small stand-up collar, the collar is a bit higher than the soft silk white shirt Ruan Mohan usually wears.

The buttons are neatly fastened to the top one on the neckline.

This was normal for Ruan Mohan, but when Ruan Qingyin sat at the table, it seemed a bit strange.

Jian Shuo brought the breakfast.

Jian Shuo was the same as usual, wearing Ruan Mohan's soft silk white shirt, ready to go out with them after breakfast.

Ruan Qingyin bit her toast and asked Ruan Mohan, "Mom, are you okay?"

Ruan Mohan: "I'm fine."

She pointed to Ruan Qingyin's cup: "The milk is getting cold."

Ruan Qingyin curled her lips, she doesn't like drinking milk.

While drinking, she glanced at Jian Shuo: "Hello, servant."

She stared at Jian Shuo's milk glass: "Why don't you eat milk popsicles now?"

Jian Shuo smiled coquettishly: "I'm afraid you'll be greedy, how about I treat you well?"

Ruan Qingyin rolled her eyes: "I don't believe it."

Jian Shuo smiled and tore off a piece of toast, soaked it in milk, and stuck it on her lips: "Look, look, I've grown a beard."

Ruan Qingyin said "ha" expressionlessly: "So you are here to play more childish games."

"boring."

Jian Shuo smiled more complacently: "You want to play too?"

"Sorry to admit it?"

Ruan Qingyin shouted: "I don't want to!"

Jian Shuo shook his head with his toasted beard: "Oh my god, some people are so envious."

At this time, her toast mustache fell on the dining table with a light "snap".

Ruan Qingyin burst into loud laughter.

Jian Shuo sneaked a glance at Ruan Mohan, Ruan Mohan bit his toast and looked at her coldly.

Jian Shuo: "...I will wipe it clean."

While Jian Shuo was cleaning the table, Ruan Qingyin took Ruan Mohan out.

Jian Shuo shook off the rag and followed: "Wait for me."

Ruan Qingyin: "Big idiot."

Jian Shuo: "You are."

Ruan Qingyin hummed, walked to the front and ignored her.

Jian Shuo looked at the small rabbit pendant on Ruan Qingyin's schoolbag, the one that Ruan Mohan hung up for her yesterday, flickering.

I stretched out my hand and flicked it.

Ruan Qingyin turned her head and stared at her: "What are you doing?"

"Ugly to death."

"I want you to manage."

"Take it off and give it to me."

Ruan Qingyin said "ha": "Didn't you say ugly?"

She imitated Jian Shuo's tone of showing off his toast beard this morning: "Oh, someone is so envious."

Jian Shuo: "I'm envious!"

"You are!"

Jian Shuo reached out and flicked on the little rabbit pendant again.

Ruan Qingyin kicked Jian Shuo's foot.

Jian Shuo shouted: "What are you doing? I only have this pair of high heels now!"

Ruan Mohan, who was waiting for the elevator with a bag on his face, watched the elevator door open with a "ding" and walked in by himself.

Jian Shuo and Ruan Qingyin, who were concentrating on arguing aside, didn't react until the elevator door closed.

He rushed to knock on the door.

"mom!"

"Ruan Mohan!"

The elevator had obviously left, Jian Shuo jabbed the down button of the elevator like a woodpecker.

Muttering in his mouth: "Come on, come on, come on, come on..."

Ruan Qingyin laughed at her: "Do you think that if you press more, you will come faster?"

Jian Shuo turned her black pupils: "Then take the stairs! Let's run a race! Get ready—"

She had already rushed out wearing ten centimeter high heels, and let out a smug smile.

Ruan Qingyin followed behind her: "You, a 26-year-old adult, are cheating on me, a nine-year-old child?"

The two managed to catch up with Ruan Mohan's car.

******

09:30 in the morning, after the regular meeting of the listening team and the GS team.

As usual, Jiang Kailun left Ruan Mohan with his sable eyes, and looked at Ruan Mohan's white cotton shirt: "Did you have an intimate act last night?"

Ruan Mohan glanced at her, and asked coldly: "Mr. Jiang, if you ask such a question, is it related to sexual harassment in the workplace?"

Jiang Kailun smiled gracefully: "Don't get me wrong, even if you accept my training, I'm not interested in whether or not we have an intimate relationship."

"If you think there is a need to relieve your physical needs, I can cooperate with you. If you don't think so, then you don't have to."

Ruan Mohan looked at her indifferently: "You have absolutely no needs, right?"

Jiang Karen smiled: "Yes."

Her slender fingers tapped on the conference table.

It seems that Ruan Mohan deliberately let Ruan Mohan look at her nails, which are well maintained. As her fingers shake slightly, they reflect the overhead light of the conference room, giving off a shell-like luster.

Ruan Mohan stared at her fingers.

Not warm, not cold, emotionless, flawless.

Noticing Ruan Mohan's gaze, he tapped lightly on the conference table at an absolutely uniform frequency.

Ruan Mohan suddenly said, "President Jiang, does your forehead still hurt?"

Jiang Kailun stopped pointing his fingers and stopped smiling. He withdrew his hand and looked at Ruan Mohan quietly.

"You really want to choose this?"

Ruan Mohan nodded.

Yes, that's what she wants to do - choose Jian Shuo, choose to let herself be a person with feelings for Jian Shuo.

Jiang Kailun asked: "Ruan Tianrong will definitely come to you again, do you know that?"

"of course."

Jiang Kailun smiled again: "It seems that you are not afraid of continuing to suffer?"

Ruan Mohan didn't want to pay attention, stood up and was about to walk out of the meeting room.

"Director Ruan." Jiang Karen called to stop her.

Ruan Mohan turned his head and glanced at Jiang Kailun lightly.

"Zhiguo, you really think so clearly..." Jiang Kailun looked at her with an elegant smile: "Can you untie the collar of your shirt so I can take a look?"

Ruan Mohan looked indifferent: "I can't."

"Mr. Jiang, I'll say it again, asking such a question is considered harassment in the workplace."

Jiang Kailun laughed: "No, I just care about my subordinates."

"I want to confirm whether the subordinate has any abnormal injuries."

"That's my own business." Ruan Mo said coldly: "As long as it doesn't affect the work, it has nothing to do with you."

She left, closing the door of the conference room.

Jiang Kailun smiled, stretched out his slender fingers again, and tapped lightly on the conference table.

Boom, boom, boom.

******

Coming out of the meeting room, Ruan Mohan returned to his office.

She tugged at the collar of her shirt unnaturally, the hickey mark on her neck that was bitten by Jian Shuo last night was still aching.

It was she who let Jian Shuo bite.

on purpose.

In order to punish yourself forever with self-abuse-like pain?

Jiang Kailun saw it very accurately, knowing that Ruan Mohan's collar was tightly buttoned to cover his wounds, and knowing that Ruan Mohan chose Jian Shuo and let himself be a person with feelings. There was indeed a lot of happiness, but at the same time, there was inevitably a lot of pain.

This was why Jiang Karen felt that she had an opportunity to take advantage of.

At this time, Assistant Yang knocked on the door and came in: "Director Ruan, Boss Jane asked you to go."

Ruan Mohan nodded, stopped thinking about it for now, and took the elevator upstairs.

Jian Ming welcomed her in with a smile: "Director Ruan, just finished meeting with President Jiang?"

"Correct."

"Come and sit."

Ruan Mohan sat quietly opposite Jian Ming.

During these days, Jian Ming spent a lot of time accompanying him in the hospital, and he only came to listen to the hearing during the eight hours of the working day to deal with the board of directors for some matters that had to be handled by him.

So Ruan Mohan hadn't seen Jian Ming for a long time, when he saw him now, he raised his eyes and gave him another look.

The redness at the end of Jian Ming's eyes was more severe than before, and the bulging veins in the folded and clenched hands were more obvious than before.

Behind the ivory wooden desk, Ruan Mohan couldn't see Jian Ming's feet.

But with her sensitive ears, she could hear an extremely slight sound.

Swish, swish, swish.

It was Jian Ming's heel, which kept rising and falling slightly, repeatedly rubbing against the soft carpet in the office.

Jian Ming was shaking his legs repeatedly at an extremely fast speed, such a nervous frequency reminded Ruan Mohan of someone——

Jane Shuo.

Although Jian Ming and Jian Shuo are blood relatives, according to Ruan Mohan's observation all the time, Jian Ming's character is docile and docile, almost the complete opposite of Jian Shuo.

When Jian Ming spoke, Ruan Mohan listened intently, and found that even Jian Ming's voice was trembling with excitement.

"Director Ruan, I want to further invest in the market."

Ruan Mohan immediately objected: "This is too aggressive."

She is the director of the marketing department. In this cooperation between Lingyin and GS, except for some confidential data that cannot be accessed at her level, she faces all the other data every day and is very familiar with it.

Those data are enough for her to make a judgment.

Jian Ming couldn't listen to it: "With the cooperation with GS, the victory is in sight. Within a week, the upgraded series of products will be launched, and they will be pushed to the European and domestic markets at the same time."

"Mr. Jiang has already told me that GS is planning to increase its investment in Europe. How can listening lag behind?"

"Director Ruan, I know you have always thought about listening, but you are too cautious. Do you understand what this successful cooperation with GS means for listening?"

Jian Ming's hands with violent veins folded and held closer together.

The legs behind the desk trembled faster and nervously.

Swish, swish, swish.

His eyes were almost blood red, and they were glowing with excitement: "My grandfather, let the listening empire come into being."

"And I will make the listening empire never collapse!"

Ruan Mohan knew that it would be meaningless to say anything more.

Jian Ming called her: "Show me the current market investment data."

"Okay, Mr. Jane."

Ruan Mohan turned the screen of his laptop towards Jian Ming.