Shen Binan is not deaf.
On the contrary, her hearing is excellent, naturally she heard the sound.
Shen Binan deliberately glanced at Mo Bujue’s clenched fist and then raised her gaze, coldly saying, "Are you angry? If you’re angry, you can vent it out, I won’t mind."
Mo Bujue’s cold expression faded quickly, replaced instantly by a gentle smile as warm as a spring breeze: "How could I be? Maybe I was a bit angry just now, but that was just then, no more now."
Shen Binan indifferently replied, "That’s good."
And with that, Shen Binan indicated her intention to say no more, subtly showing the door.
Mo Bujue seed oblivious, stopping to look at the Iceberg Queen seated behind the desk, and slowly said, "I believe he won’t co back."
"He?" Shen Binan’s beautiful face pretended to be confused.
Mo Bujue continued, "Not in three years, even in ten years, he won’t co back. He is now a cripple, any Heavenly Level expert can easily end him, he can no longer do what he did before, why bother?"
Shen Binan feigned realization again, nodded, and asked, "You intend to send soone to kill him?"
Mo Bujue shook his head: "No. Since I promised you I wouldn’t touch him, I absolutely won’t. You can rest assured, I, Mo Bujue, have that much integrity."
That’s the bit of integrity that I respect about you.
But she swallowed those words back.
Because she genuinely feared hurting this handso man before her.
He was truly a child of heaven, not only possessing an extraordinarily handso face and physique, but also extraordinary intelligence, sothing many n strive for but all fall upon him alone.
Plus the daunting background, and the power and money behind him, things an ordinary man couldn’t catch up with in ten lifetis, yet all occupied by him.
Such a man, any woman would be enchanted by his charm and then lie in his embrace, enjoying her honeyed words, basking in heaven.
But Shen Binan did not.
If she did, then Shen Binan would not see herself as Shen Binan anymore.
Seeing Shen Binan saying no more, Mo Bujue was about to leave, but stopped, slowly said, "Binnan, whether it’s ten years, twenty, or a lifeti, I’ll stand by your side, that’s undoubted."
However, Shen Binan looked at him and said sothing quite discouraging: "What if... he cos back?"
This ti, Mo Bujue’s handso, fair face no longer had a smile, his brow gradually darkening, he spoke in an extrely certain tone: "He, won’t co back!"
At this mont, Shen Binan’s ice-like beautiful face unexpectedly showed a smile, like a blooming peony, radiant and splendid, instantly speeding Mo Bujue’s heart.
Yet at this mont, Shen Binan smilingly said in an extrely certain tone: "He will co back."
"This is my feeling, you don’t have to pay attention."
"Not sure if this would hurt you, but this is how it seems to ."
"One day, he..."
"He will definitely co back!"
...
Mo Bujue left the CEO’s office.
At the door of the office, two suit-clad n imdiately bowed to Mo Bujue.
As he walked out of the office door, Mo Bujue’s expression suddenly turned gloomily, his handso face shadowed deeply, others dared not approach.
A skinny man with red hair approached Mo Bujue, laughed: "Young master is in a bad mood, feel free to vent onto ."
Saying this, the red-haired skinny man turned his back, Mo Bujue imdiately kicked him on the backside, sending him flying.
The skinny man deliberately staggered a few steps, then fell to the ground, his acting wasn’t very good, but to him, it didn’t matter as long as he improved the young master’s mood a bit, that was his best contribution.
And this, was his primary purpose of being assigned at Mo Bujue’s side.
Just like a dog with its master.
When the master is upset, the dog suffers too, but when the master is happy, it can eat bones, sotis even at, a joy indescribable.
The skinny man admitted he was a dog beside Mo Bujue, nothing shaful about it, many wanted to be a dog by his side, rushing forward, but couldn’t do it.
However, when the skinny man turned back, Mo Bujue’s face was still somber, no sign of happiness, he dared not smile, put away his grin, climbed from the ground, cautiously approached Mo Bujue.
Mo Bujue glanced at him, coldly said: "Hong San, why haven’t you scramd yet?"
Hong San: "Young master, this... You are troubled, I understand, but it’s not enough to just be angry. How about I take a trip and handle Fang Yi..."
As he spoke, Hong San’s eyes suddenly flashed a murderous gleam, and he mimicked a slicing motion across his throat.
But in the next mont, Mo Bujue grew even angrier, abruptly slapped Hong San’s face, leaving a bright red handprint, even blood seeped on Hong San’s face.
Though Mo Bujue appeared gentlemanly, not many knew he was actually a Martial Artist.
The murderous gleam vanished from Hong San’s eyes, replaced by fear, he dropped to his knees before Mo Bujue, repeatedly kowtowed begging forgiveness: "Young master, calm down, young master, calm down..."
Mo Bujue sneered coldly, said: "Dare ntion anything like that again, don’t bla for being unkind."
"Yes, yes, this ti it was my fault, I misspoke..."
Mo Bujue slightly furrowed his brows, looking at Hong San kowtowing and begging on the ground, a sudden wave of disgust surged in his heart, he strode away, Hong San hurriedly followed.
...
Early in the morning, Fang Yi crawled from his warm bed, took a Blood Qi Pill, feeling a surge of heat filling his body, eager for release.
This ti, Fang Yi still wore a vest, black-colored, shorts below, and sports shoes, then headed out.
After exercising yesterday, Fang Yi noticeably felt his body ease sowhat, probably due to the effectiveness of the Blood Qi Pill brewed by the old man.
Although this Blood Qi Pill can’t completely cure his aftermath, it can certainly enhance physical qi and blood, thus Fang Yi goes for a morning jog daily, to maximize the pill’s effect.
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