Under the shining of the golden sunshine, the Golden Tower becomes even more resplendent and the blue sky is reflected behind it, making the Golden Tower noble without a trace of vulgarity.
The cold water lily is still bathing quietly in the pool of blue. It is open for seven days every year, but Mo Yichen missed it in his busy schedule.
At this moment, the sun is shining brightly, and the golden sunshine is scattered on the white flowers, as peaceful and beautiful as a delicate princess.
The quiet space was broken by several knocks on the door. Mo Yichen didn't even raise his head and just said, "Please come in."
When he heard that his secretary had come to report that Xia Feier had arrived, his mind went blank. The pen in his hand was held so tightly, but he could not write a single word.
However, he still did not raise his head
"Hello, Mr. Mo! These are the clothes you are going to wear for tomorrow's banquet." Fei'er handed over the clothes respectfully, but the man didn't even look at it.
"Mr. Mo!" Fei'er called again
"Put it in the closet over there." He finally raised his eyes. He hated that inexplicable panic.
After hanging up his clothes, Fei'er returned to him
"I should have returned this to you a long time ago, but I never had the right opportunity."
A check of 100 million fell from Fei'er's white hands
After seeing the check in front of him clearly, he finally raised his eyes
"Do you think it's fake?"
Fei'er didn't expect his sudden thrust.
"No" she replied without thinking.
She had never doubted the authenticity of that check. Today he mentioned it and she remembered
One hundred million, not just a decimal, would he just throw it away so casually?
However, is it just his identity that scares An Jun, the arrogant and domineering rich young master, into being like that?
"In this case, I have already forgotten it, why not keep it? This money is enough for you to have enough food and clothing for several lifetimes."
His eyes were full of dazzling light, deep but also a bit contemptuous
It turns out that he meant this because he was wondering why he was not attracted by money.
Fei'er's calm side couldn't be brought out perfectly in front of Mo Yichen. She was always inexplicably angry at his disdainful tone.
"One hundred million is a huge amount to me, but for you it's just a drop in the bucket. I might use this hundred million, and maybe I can exchange it for countless 100 million in the future. Wouldn't that be better?"
Fei'er's calm eyes were slightly angry. Why should he look down on others and treat her as someone who only cares about money?
Mo Yichen's face tightened. She was indeed the same as those women, just to get closer to her and obtain greater benefits.
"That's very simple. You make a number, and I will make your wish come true immediately. But you have to be my woman." His narrowed eyes were full of danger. He actually said that he wanted her to be his woman, because he wanted her to be his woman.
It was her curiosity or the desire to conquer that was reopened by her before he had time to think.