Just as Li Simu ushered in the end of the holiday and his life returned to the main theme of learning, the situation on Bai Moti's side was a little unusual.

That afternoon, Bai Moti poured herself a cup of coffee during the tea break, and the company's colleagues talked in twos and threes, some chatting about work and some talking about life during this short break.

And Bai Moti took the poured coffee, smiled and nodded with the colleagues who passed by, and returned to his office.

She glanced at the WeChat page on her phone, and there was no new message.

opened the chat box with Tang Qingyan, the last message was five days ago.

Since half a month ago, Tang Qingyan has never accepted her invitation again, let alone eating together, even the message she sent, Tang Qingyan will not reply for a long time. With a little inquiry, you are busy with work.

Bai Moti also secretly sighed in her heart, as for the reason, according to the information provided by "Mother Ling", it is estimated that most of them are busy with Li Simu's affairs. But now that Chen Nanshan has been arrested and brought to justice, Li Simu has also been rescued, and Tang Qingyan is still avoiding himself, this reason is a little intriguing.

Just as Bai Moti was pondering, the phone vibrated and a text message was sent:

"Xiaobai, Mr. Jiang is very angry. Let me remind you, this mission has dragged on for too long, and if there is any further errand, I'm afraid we won't be able to protect you. ”

Bai Moti looked at the number sent by the text message, which was an unfamiliar string of numbers.

In their line of work, I can't count the number of mobile phone numbers. Now the people who have brought this news to themselves are probably other girls under Ling's mother.

And without Ling's mother's instructions, who would have the courage to speak?

So this text message is probably the instructions that Ling's mother wants to convey to herself through the mouth of others.

Bai Moti thought about it, deleted the text message, and put the phone aside.

At this point, no one noticed that her fingers were clutching the rim of the coffee cup, and the knuckles were already white from the exertion.

......

At the end of the day's work, Bai Moti returned home with the night.

The property is not too far from her company, and it takes up to 20 minutes to drive home from the company without traffic jams.

But today, she felt unusually tired. This exhaustion is not only physical, but also psychological.

The content of that text message has been lingering in her heart, making her feel the slightest chill in the warm breeze of late summer.

Mr. Jiang was angry. ”

These few words seemed to have turned into an invisible chain, which had crept around her neck from the moment she received the text message, getting tighter and tighter, until now, she was almost out of breath in the elevator.

"Ding—"

The elevator arrived. 22nd floor.

Finally home, she thought.

After opening the door, Bai Moti didn't even bother to turn on the light, and casually kicked off the stiletto heels on his feet, and the whole person seemed to suddenly lose all his strength, and fell into the sofa.

This casual appearance makes it difficult to associate her with the intellectual woman in front of outsiders who has a perfect image and a work ability that is proportional to her beauty.

However, Bai Moti didn't care. In the darkness, only the lights of the tall buildings outside the window were still on. And Bai Moti had closed his eyes relaxedly, and the whole person was like a salted fish stuck to the bottom of the pot, lying on the sofa, letting himself be wrapped in the soft sofa.

Just as her breathing gradually stabilized, and it seemed that she was about to fall asleep in the sofa like this, a crisp sound made her shiver.

"Smack. ”

This is the crisp sound of the lighter being pressed down, and the flame of the lighter illuminates the small space around it in the dark, and the place where the fire appears is next to the floor-to-ceiling window about three or four meters away from Bai Moti.

Bai Moti's heart suddenly fell to the bottom, she was too familiar with this voice, it was the sound of the handmade lighter that person loved to use. In modern society, for the sake of convenience, most of the small objects such as lighters are not so exquisite, and that person is different, his attitude towards everything excellence even extends to small objects such as lighters.

Handmade, exclusive design, and extremely textured metal, such a lighter can barely get into his eyes.

After all, she has been with him for ten years, and for Bai Moti, who is now twenty-six years old, this voice has long been engraved into her DNA, just like the footsteps, laughter, and speech of that person, Bai Moti can recognize him by instinct.

At this moment, Bai Moti instantly refreshed, and all the fatigue and pressure were swept away, replaced by a suffocating sense of fear.

She must have been tired and confused, and only now did she realize that there was another person in the living room.

She almost crawled off the couch without having time to put on her shoes, and the necklaces, earrings, and bracelets of jewelry collided with each other as she made a wrenched motion.

But she didn't dare to hesitate for a minute, turned on the switch of the nearest floor lamp near her, moved her knees in a kneeling position, did not dare to stand up, but rubbed little by little from the carpet, and came to the beautifully carved wooden chair next to the floor-to-ceiling window.

She didn't dare to look up, and all she saw was the suit pants and leather shoes of the man in front of her.

"Huh. ”

Bai Moti heard the man chuckle, this laughter was very intoxicating, it was familiar to her, but at this time she only felt cold sweat. By the dim light of the lamp, she sat on her knees in an orderly manner, clasped her hands in front of her knees, and quietly raised her eyelids, trying to gauge the look of the person in front of her.

But she never thought that before she could see the expression of the person in front of her, an extremely brutal force made her unable to speak.

The man suddenly leaned over and pinched Bai Moti's chin with one hand without pity, which felt as if he was about to pull her chin to the dislocation.

She couldn't speak, and she didn't dare to make a sound, gasping, enduring the pain in her heart, but she still tried to maintain a kneeling posture, trying to maintain the balance of her body, just because she was afraid that any movement of her would further anger the man in front of her, who was known for his moodiness.

Then, Bai Moti heard the voice that made her extremely familiar and terrifying, but pathologically obsessed, sound above her:

"Xiaobai, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you have a long ability. Huh?"

Jiang Yu spoke sarcastically in a cold voice, and the end note was sultry, with indescribable temptation and deterrence. Bai Moti felt that he was pinched and his chin was lifted up a few points, and he was forced to try to straighten his waist, and sat on his knees in an extremely uncomfortable posture and was imprisoned by Jiang Yuhan, and had to look at the man in front of him.

Humiliation, grievance, fear, all these complex emotions surged into Bai Moti's heart the moment he saw Jiang Yuhan's familiar face.

And all these contradictory emotions can't withstand the "Xiaobai" that breathes in the ear.

Bai Moti scolded himself in his heart for being cheap and undignified, but he still felt numb because of the name that the person in front of him called him.

Even though Bai Moti clearly knew that Jiang Yuhan had always regarded himself as a beauty card, as an outright tool, and as a woman who came and went when she was called.

As one, you can always discard it for the sake of profit without hesitation.