Lin Muci was very nervous.
In the top-floor office, the young man opposite sat in the boss's chair, opening his computer as if handling official business.
Lin Muci looked through the floor-to-ceiling window from behind him.
She could see the shopping mall opposite, Ling Qianhe's large advertising billboard, and video promotions!
The top Emperor Ling Qianhe!
She had discovered it before.
This city was covered everywhere.
He was everywhere!
Ling Qianhe was too famous.
She sat there in a daze, and Ling Qianhe glanced at her profile.
Although he didn't understand.
Why Lin Muci had returned from being a doll to a person.
However, the sister he had longed for for so long, he would never let go!
Ling Qianhe's gaze was deep.
He closed the computer and slowly walked in front of Lin Muci.
Lin Muci was still in a daze when Ling Qianhe's shadow suddenly covered her body. She looked up, her eyes showing a trace of confusion!
And Ling Qianhe held her chin.
He leaned close to her face, his eyes like he was looking at prey.
Lin Muci really didn't understand. She was suddenly a little scared.
There was a knock on the door outside.
Ling Qianhe frowned and said.
Come in.
He straightened his white shirt and stood in front of Lin Muci.
And outside, a woman rushed in hastily!
The moment she saw Lin Muci, she paused first, and her tone unconsciously softened a little.
Qianhe, I heard from the front desk staff downstairs that you've hired a new personal assistant. I wanted to see what kind of person she is.
After all, with your current status, Qianhe, you can't just let anyone get close to you. If it's a black fan or a rival, it will be very troublesome.
She tried to soften her tone.
And the incomparably handsome young man opposite smiled.
The corners of his lips curled up.
Then he said.
Black fan? Rival?
No.
He tilted his chin, saying proudly.
Fei-jie, allow me to introduce. Lin Muci.
From today onwards, she is my only personal assistant.
This woman called Fei-jie was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with short hair, and was quite pretty.
Chen Fei's brows furrowed tightly!
Then Lin Muci heard Fei-jie object coldly.
No, she's too young and inexperienced! How can a newcomer like her do your assistant job?
Qianhe, your workload is very heavy. You definitely need an experienced assistant to take good care of you.
Fei-jie tried to persuade Ling Qianhe.
And on Ling Qianhe's beautiful face, a subtle smile flashed.
Then Ling Qianhe spoke.
Oh?
If it's not her.
Then I don't want anyone else.
Ling Qianhe's words were decisive!
Fei-jie was very troubled.
She looked Lin Muci up and down, then as if she had discovered a secret, she gasped.
She looks like your doll.
But Ling Qianhe said.
Fei-jie, please leave. I need to talk to her alone.
Fei-jie cast two more worried glances at Ling Qianhe, then turned and left.
And Ling Qianhe turned around.
He looked at Lin Muci, who wished she could hide behind the sofa, then raised an eyebrow and asked her.
Do you play any musical instruments?
Lin Muci stammered.
I can play a little. When we were still in the orphanage, I went to the university town to play the drums to earn money to support you.
The less she mentioned it, the better.
Upon hearing this, a cold and rebellious look flashed across the young man's delicate and beautiful face!
Playing the drums to support me?
Or to support your little boyfriend?
Lin Muci:
Why could Ling Qianhe imagine so much!
She was just doing system tasks back then!
The system told her to play the drums outside the university. She was just a heartless task-completing machine!
And the money she earned, she didn't spend it carelessly!
Nor did she support any other boys!
She secretly bought Ling Qianhe a very expensive guitar!
She knew it was the one Ling Qianhe had been coveting for a long, long time.
To win over Ling Qianhe, they even engraved Ling Qianhe's name on it!
But the system suddenly told her the mission was terminated.
To escape.
She directly hid the guitar in the abandoned warehouse behind the orphanage.
She now opened her mouth, wanting to clarify and defend herself.
But Ling Qianhe strode in front of Lin Muci.
He reached out and pressed her neck.
Lin Muci, listen to what the young man said.
You know.
The song I wrote for you when I was fifteen became my hit song later.
But.
I didn't get a chance to sing it to you.
You left with another man.
The corners of his lips curled into a contemptuous smile!
Lin Muci shrunk in the corner, somewhat flustered.
Qianhe, I, I didn't mean to leave back then.
Ling Qianhe extended a finger, his fingertip touching her lips, silencing the words she was about to say.
Shh.
He gazed fixedly at Lin Muci, then Lin Muci heard Ling Qianhe say.
That doesn't matter anymore.
Lin Muci, no matter why you left back then.
But this time, I won't give you another chance to leave me.
He pinched her cheek with his fingertips and said.
Such a beautiful face.
Yet so heartless.
As expected, the more beautiful a woman is, the more she lies.
Damn it! Lin Muci wanted to cry but had no tears.
This damned system!
Why didn't it tell her.
She would return to this world.
Her lips trembled slightly, and the young man's gaze fell, from her eyes, slowly looking at her lips.
He seemed to be smiling, but his eyes were filled with ice!
Then, the young man kissed her lips fiercely!
The young man's lips.
Carried a minty scent.
It was cold.
But the breath was scorching hot, like a raging fire, about to burn her to ashes.
She widened her eyes, tightly grabbing his shoulder.
The young man's pupils were still cold!
In his pupils, a flustered and helpless Lin Muci was reflected.
Lin Muci didn't know how long he kissed her.
She was about to suffocate.
Suddenly, Ling Qianhe, then Lin Muci heard him say to her with an incomparably cold voice.
Lin Muci, you are mine.
Even in death, you are mine.