Chapter 4: The Domineering President's Defective Lover (4)

When Ye Chuijin returned home, it was already night.

The so-called "home" is actually just a two-bedroom rental house, but it is very warmly furnished.

The light in the corridor was broken, Ye Chuijin touched the handrail of the stairs to go up to the third floor, and rang the doorbell when he got to the door.

The door soon opened, and a handsome man in a white shirt came into view.

Ye Chuijin saw that his eyes were bent, and he smiled like a cute cat, with a "ding dong" in his mouth, and then took out a small cake from behind him.

"Dear Mr. Yi, your girlfriend bought you a cake, please sign for it!"

The man's eyes sparkled, but with a smile on his face, he took the man into his arms and led him into the door.

"Why are you only coming back now?"

The girl smiled: "It's a traffic jam." ”

It takes more than an hour to take the bus from the rental house to Yiyuan, and it is the rush hour after work, Ye Chuijin squeezed for almost three hours to get home, his hair is messed up, but the smile on his face is bright and bright.

The two kissed sweetly, ate hot pot and cake, and then nestled on the sofa and watched TV, sweet and crooked like a real couple.

When the night was dark, the girl happily said goodnight and went back to her room to sleep.

Yi Mo sat on the sofa for a while before getting up.

Although he and Ye Chuijin have already determined the relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend, they have been sleeping in separate rooms at Yi Mo's request.

Yi Mo was afraid that he would be in the same room with her, and he would strangle her uncontrollably at night.

Back in his room, he opened his laptop on the table and expertly boarded the mailbox.

There was a video lying quietly in the mailbox.

Click on the video, and the scene of Ye Chuijin's interview at Yiyuan Design Company today appeared on the screen.

She does have some talent, but only "some", most of her ideas are naïve, naïve, and immature.

In the past, such a person was not qualified to appear at the interview site, and men would not have paid attention to such a person before.

But this time, he watched the failed interview video with complete relish, and watched it until the end.

"So, the last question, can I know, since you have already made so many achievements abroad, why do you want to return to China to apply for a job in our company?"

That's the question he was going to ask.

In the video, the woman who he thought about it day and night for three years, and wanted to eat her alive, was innocent and smiled: "I think...... I left something very important here, so I want to get it back. ”

"That's right, I'm back looking for what I've lost."

Ha, something missing.

What did you lose? Lost your money, or your future?

His slender fingers swiped across the image of Ye Chuijin on the screen, and the corners of his mouth hooked up into a cruel smile.

If you want to come back and look for what you've lost, then I promise, you'll end up with nothing.

Along with the video, there was also a question from Vice President Yu Ze: "Mr. Xue, when will I send her the information that she passed the interview?" ”

Yi Mo, or Xue Mo, looked at this question without any hesitation: "Tomorrow." ”

He couldn't wait to see her walk into the abyss.

From tomorrow onwards, he wants her to get everything.

He wants her to have the most beautiful dream.

He was going to lift her to the clouds with his own hands, and then pull her down from the height, ruining her reputation and making her regret it.

Thinking that one day she would cry and beg for mercy in front of her, repenting of her mistakes, Xue Mo's dark heart that had been frozen for a long time couldn't help but beat.

He closed his computer and looked out the window.

Outside the window is the lights of thousands of homes, and his appearance is reflected in the window.

It's not very clear, but you can still see the man's handsome outline and deep eyes.

At this time, the corner of the man's mouth was carrying a cruel smile.

Betrayal of my lover, no matter how many thorns and bumps and despair and sorrow await you ahead, please hold on, promise me, okay?