He was standing by the window, looking at the back of her curly hair for I don't know how long.

His fingers clenched the soft wig in his hand fiercely.

For the first time, he had the idea of crushing her to ashes.

Wen Huaizhi stood by the window, and he couldn't see any expression on his face against the light.

The only thing that could tell the change in his mood was the bruised tendons on his forehead.

He removed the glasses from her face without any tenderness.

Without the cover of bangs, without flat glasses, no matter how superb makeup skills are, the distribution of facial features under a woman can only show its original shape.

The system never told Ginger Cha Cha.

In fact, it moved "technology" on the eyes of the male protagonists, before discovering her true identity, even if her vice president's facial features have not changed, but the eyes of the male protagonists seem to be "blinded" and have lost their ability to distinguish her.

When they look at her, it's like looking at another human face, and when she is not there, when they think of her, there is only a hazy and unreal face left in their minds, and no matter how hard they try to remember, it seems that they have been separated by a layer of fog, unable to peek into the real face underneath.

When they came into contact with her, they only felt that there was a special feeling in her.

As for what familiarity it was, it was like there was a deep forest in their minds that prevented them from exploring.

Only when they keep in contact, and she keeps revealing her behavior, will her face, which is blurry no matter how you look at it, gradually become clearer, and only when they are 100% sure of her true identity-

The "obstacle" set by the system on her appearance will be completely defeated.

Wen Huaizhi's gaze sank to the bottom.

His fists clenched, so hard that they clicked.

He scoffed.

Heh, he's stupid.

Wen Huaizhi's pupils were cold.

Such a stupid and inferior trick, he can't even see it?

The originally quiet study suddenly made the sound of things clattering to the ground.

But there was a carpet underneath, as if it had been automatically silenced, and it did not wake up the sleeping girl on the table.

Wen Huaizhi swept his hand just now and tyrannically swept the things off the table.

Dark red veins sprouted at the edge of his eyes, and his shoulders rose and fell with restraint, again and again.

Wen Huaizhi held his forehead with his hand, and only a hideous and gloomy eye was revealed between his slender fingers.

Why, what, could it really be her.

She pretended to be his English tutor to get close to him?

Wen Huaizhi's red lips curled strangely.

He let out a low laugh of rage.

He leaned over, one hand propped up on the mahogany desk, the other hand holding his forehead, his fingers constricted inward, the meridians on his arms were distinct, and his hands were so hard that his nails almost left sharp scratches on his forehead.

He held his forehead, his eyebrows closed, and his shoulders sank like this, and he leaned over for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, but his deep eyes finally lifted, and he moved his body to slowly stand up, and then took a step up and walked in front of her.

The sun slowly sinks in the west.

His shadow enveloped her petite body completely.

His icy gaze fell on her.

The bottomless eyes looked at her for a long time.

He held out his hand.

Like a hand on the statue of White Jade Guanyin, gently and restrainedly caressing her slender, fragile and pitiful neck.

His fingers were cold, moving ambiguously over her skin, like a longing caress between lovers.

His eyes also revealed a little charming gentleness after being drunk and slightly drunk.

The affectionate fingers were affectionate, and suddenly cruelly grabbed her neck.

(End of chapter)