"..." Xi Haitang was in a daze for a long time. When she regained her senses, she suddenly found that she and Gu Xijue were the only two people left in the conference room. The proud curve of the man's lips made her afraid, "
Letting a person sit in jail for thirty years is more painful than sentencing him to death. You are too cruel."
"To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself." The man's voice came out from his lips, sexy, desolate, hoarse, and gorgeous, "And I have said it a long time ago, I will make his life worse than death."
Xi Haitang finally realized that he was the one directing from beginning to end, "You are using me. Not only me, but the entire design department staff are all pawns in your plot against Liu Yaguang."
"To achieve the goal, the means will justify the means. That has always been my purpose." His tone was dazzling, his expression was so pale that it was almost invisible, his cold and ruthless eyes, and the curl of his thin lips were full of evil and confusion.
In just a few days, he carried out a bloodless killing by himself. Thirty years of glory were only at the snap of his fingers.
If he didn't have a gun in his hand, Xi Haitang would really think that he was returning from the battlefield. The smell of gunpowder smoke filled her eyes and frightened her heart. It took her a long time before she found her voice, "My ones."
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"Don't worry, no one has the life to appreciate them except me."
Xi Haitang stood there in confusion, even her eyes were distracted. Her legs were not numb, but she could not take a step. This time, she truly saw his ruthlessness, light and darkness, light and shadow, justice and evil, all because of
He confuses right and wrong. In front of such a man, who dominates the ups and downs, who else can she escape to?
The next second, he raised his hand and hugged her into his arms, burying her haggard face into his chest. He didn't like to see her pale and bloodless look, which would remind him of the day when Yun Hen's accident happened.
Fortunately, Yun Hen was fine. It was she who saved the child with her own blood. His cold heart softened a little, and the way he held her became more affectionate, gentle and coaxing, "Be obedient, as long as you no longer want to escape,
I won't hurt you."
Her face was expressionless, and all the heaviness floated out from her chest and dissipated in the air, like a sigh, without an echo. The hurt she had suffered and the injustice she had suffered were no longer important, because with one look he became a