He is the new assistant with a warm smile in the tea room, and he is also the anonymous buyer who spends a lot of money in the late-night club. Gu Qingcheng held two completely different surveillance screenshots and ran her fingertips across Lin Yi's slightly open collar on the screen - the tie she had chosen herself was wearing here three hours ago. "Mr. Gu is checking the household registration?" The glass curtain wall reflected the man's lazy shadow, and his warm breath wrapped around the diamond earrings behind her ears, "Why don't you ask me directly, for example..." The moment the gunshot exploded on the 27th floor, he broke the attacker's wrist bone with his bare hands, but his blood-stained palm gently covered her eyes: "Don't look." When a cross-border merger revealed the secrets of a wealthy family from twenty years ago, she finally understood the hideous scar on his collarbone - it was a contract that could not be erased even if they were burned to ashes. "Now, it's my turn to inspect the goods." The shutters of the president's office slowly closed, and among the financial reports scattered on the floor, the tip of the pen was rewriting the "commercial espionage" investigation report into a wedding invitation, stroke by stroke.
[Double-faced loyal dog × Iceberg Queen | Horse-falling literature | He tore open the suit to reveal hot tattoos and gunshot wounds]
