When she opened her clear and bright eyes, she felt very sincere. Ling Muze frowned slightly and stared into her eyes, not letting go of any strange emotions.
Shui Xi knew that this was a good reason, and calmly relaxed, without the usual nervousness towards his probing gaze.
Touching her curled eyelashes with his fingers, he said with a complicated expression: "What I want is clear facts."
As long as these familiar crystal eyes stared at him for a moment, he would be bewitched and lose his normal judgment.
He knew this very well, so he suspected that these bright eyes would confuse his mind.
Although she knew that she was indeed lying, she still couldn't help but feel disappointed at his distrust.
It turned out that to him, he was so untrustworthy.
Hiding her gloomy emotions, she pursed her thin lips and said, "I have that girl's phone number. You can call her for verification."
He remained silent.
She took out her phone, found the girl's number, and handed the phone to him.
Looking at the mobile phone in front of him, he was dazzled.
Why does he care so much about her staying out at night? She is at best a tool for his own use or a bed-warming tool. Why is he so obsessed with who she saw and what she did all night?
Now he is still like a husband who is dissatisfied with his wife staying out all night, and wants to call her friend in annoyance to find out whether he has a convulsion in his head? Or is his brain acting funny? Or is his nerves wrong?
Inexplicably irritated, he slapped her hand holding the phone away almost roughly: "I just don't like people lying so I will get to the bottom of it. Don't think I care about you."
He didn't want her to think too much about it, so he said deliberately indifferently.
Shui Xi was stunned for a moment, then smiled weakly and said: "I know myself well, and I won't think that you care about me if you press me."
"That's good." He leaned lazily on the back of the sofa and straightened his tie.
"Why don't you call for confirmation?" She raised her phone.
"I have eyes. I can tell whether you are telling the truth or a lie." He glanced at her.
"Oh!" He responded indifferently, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, finally escaping the disaster.
The atmosphere calmed down, an invisible sense of oppression surrounded the whole body, and even the air became sluggish.
He always had a naturally compelling aura about him. Every time she was alone with him and the atmosphere was quiet, her heartbeat would speed up, her breathing would become unsmooth, and she would feel an indescribable throbbing.
Alas, the pressure is always huge when sitting next to a cold-blooded iceberg man.
Just as she was playing with her fingers uneasily, his magnetic voice sounded: "What's her name?"
She couldn't react for a moment: "Yes, is she the little girl who saved me?"
He looked at her like an idiot: "The one who framed you."
When Xia Lan was mentioned, her mood became complicated and uncomfortable, and she looked at him with a frown: "Can I not say it?"
"What do you think?" he asked in a cold voice, with a majesty that could not be refused.
"Then you promise not to retaliate against her," she begged.
"She almost caused my tool to be scrapped early. Do you think I will retaliate?" He lowered his voice.
Using a tool is like a sharp thorn piercing the heart, causing waves of concussion pain.
His fingers dug into the sofa.
Unspeakable sadness and sorrow enveloped her.
Then, thinking about how he helped her and silently cared for her when she was close to life and death, the pain and sourness in her heart felt better.
Use tools, just use tools. Anyway, this is a fact that cannot be changed.
In this world, he seems to be the only person who can be relied on to a little extent. He didn't let himself go without care, which can be regarded as a different kind of kindness.
"You said that I will solve this matter myself. I have solved it now, so please don't pursue it, okay?"
Xia Lan's cruel revenge was ultimately caused by herself. She didn't want to hate her, but she wouldn't feel guilty for her anymore, because she had already paid for that painful experience.
"You actually want to defend her. She almost killed you, but you let her go so easily. Bai Shuixi, are you an idiot or a brain-dead person?" He swore emotionally.
Thinking of the moment when she kicked open the door, she was in a mess, with a frightened face, empty eyes, and her temples, which were filled with emotions, were beating so fast that they were almost bursting.
He didn't know why he was so crazy when he saw his miserable appearance. He only had one consciousness at that time. If he found out the person who hurt her, he/she would definitely endure ten times the torture.
Such crazy ideas have not faded during this time, and have even become stronger.
Just because after what happened to her, she had nightmares for several nights.
Dreaming about her being brutally bitten by a man whose face was covered in blood, dreaming about her eyes being filled with bloodshot eyes and screaming sharply, which stimulated him to wake up in a cold sweat, sitting on the bed and gasping for air, with only one thing left in his mind
Consciousness: Whoever harms you will go to hell!
Perhaps it was the first time he had seen such a bloody scene (in the past, when dealing with opponents, they were all handled by his subordinates, and he was just the driving force behind the scenes). In addition, the victim of the incident was his pillow, so his reaction was...
It will be so big.
He attributed his concern about this matter to the above reasons.
But now, he is almost going crazy because of what happened to her and vows to take even more revenge, but she, the person involved, is completely indifferent and even pleads for mercy for the person who hurt her. This makes him feel like he is doing nothing and is meddling in other people's business.
I was so angry that I really wanted to rip off her head and kick it like a ball.
Shui Xi was frightened by his fire-breathing eyes, and the way he got angry frightened her.
It's not that his distorted facial features, ferocious appearance, and handsome Ling's angry expression are not associated with being ugly, but his aura is as powerful as a storm, with a terrifying posture that wants to destroy him.
However, her fear eased slightly when she thought that the reason why he was so angry was to avenge her.
This man was either cold and repulsive, or he was so irritable that he never had a good word to say. But looking back at the reason for his anger, it is not difficult to understand that he is actually a hard-spoken man with a soft heart.
The fact that he is so angry about her shows that he cares about her.
If something hadn't happened during this period that made her understand him more deeply, otherwise, she would have only seen his appearance and not understood that he was actually caring about her in disguise.
Without thinking deeply about the reason why he cared, she only knew that the feeling of being cared about by him was not bad.
Facing his angry eyes, she slowly relaxed, her lips slowly raised in a warm arc, and her hand caressed his chest: "Ling Muze, I'm glad you care so much about me.
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Her sudden gentleness slowly extinguished his anger like a gentle stream of water. He felt that his throat was dry and he could not speak out any angry words. He just felt that his whole body was about to fall into her gentle gaze.
The two looked at each other, and there was an undercurrent of excitement flowing in the atmosphere.
He was almost addicted to these familiar eyes, but when he saw the gentle look in her eyes, he suddenly woke up.
Realizing that he had easily fallen into her eyes and smile, he snorted irritably: "Don't be so self-righteous. You are so sentimental. Only the devil cares about you."
Knowing that nothing nice could come out of his mouth, Shui Xi shrugged indifferently: "Okay, I'm just overthinking it."
"You know what's interesting." He said in an unnatural voice. He was not used to facing such a gentle and docile woman, so he simply leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to meditate.
"Hey, Ling Muze, I'll leave it to you. This matter ends here. I don't want to cause more trouble..."
She carefully tugged at his clothes and said, this guy was as grumpy as a bull, and she was really worried that he would suddenly get angry again. Fortunately, she didn't have a heart attack, otherwise she might have been frightened by him and have a heart attack.
He opened his eyes, his bright eyes were sharp, but he glanced at her disdainfully: "It's up to you, but if something happens to you next time, if I intervene again, read these three words Ling Muze backwards."
Shui Xi was embarrassed: "Don't curse me like that, right?"
"Huh!" is just a curse on you.
"However, the three characters Ling Muze sound pretty good when pronounced backwards, Mu. Ze. Ling!! Hehe, it's much more humane than the name Ling Muze. Why don't you change this name." She suddenly realized and shook her head.
His arms said excitedly.
Someone looked at each other angrily, as if he wanted to tear her skin apart: "Bai Shuixi, you are looking for death."
Shui Xi smiled: "It's just a joke, why do you have to be so serious? The president's belly can support a boat."
Someone felt the blood vessels on his forehead pulsing: "Bai Shuixi, starting from tomorrow, you have to get up at 3 o'clock and run in the morning, and you won't fall down all day."
Is this a public revenge? Shuixi Waterfall is sweating. This guy is really as narrow-minded as a pinhole.
Her mind was racing, trying to escape punishment, but she couldn't do anything coquettish and flattering, and after going through all the trouble last night, she didn't have the energy to devote herself to atonement.
After thinking about it, an idea flashed in her head.
She just said that as long as she relaxes, her mind is very bright.
She pursed her lips and looked at him very helpless and confused: "I haven't gone to work at the magazine for a long time. If I don't go, I will be fired. I have had enough rest during this period and my body is in good condition. I think
I’ll report to the magazine tomorrow. Alas, although I really want to do as you say, I have to go to work and can’t get up so early.”
He raised his eyebrows and looked at her sideways: "Rather than you going to work, I still want you to get up at 3 o'clock every day for a morning jog. It's important to keep fit. I'm really looking forward to your body's endurance after exercising."
"Can you stop being such a gangster?" A black line crossed her eyes.
He came closer to her, looked at each other, breathed each other, and rubbed his smooth and tender cheeks provocatively with his fingers: "Are you a gangster or am I a gangster? I mean it's obviously healthy, but I just hope you can exercise more."
Stick, strengthen your resistance, it's because you are impure and want to bend."