Ye Chen felt no guilt. He ate a box of bento that was delicious, full, and satisfying. He hadn’t eaten such delicious home-cooked food in a long time. Read the novel
How long has it been?
It's been so long that he doesn't even remember.
This afternoon, Ye Chen was always cloudy and sunny, and his handsome facial features were so cloudy that they could drip with water. If Ye Chen was usually elegant and cold, then today's Ye Chen was gloomy and cold.
Cheng Anya was scolded by him several times for no reason. The atmosphere in the entire secretary office was as cold as the middle of winter. Everyone was in danger. Anyone who was called in by him would be scolded.[
Ye Chen was in a very irritable mood, Cheng Anya could see it.
When he was about to get off work, Ye Chen asked Cheng Anya to make him a cup of coffee. When he brought it in, Ye Chen was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his slender and tall figure with a "compelling" pressure.
It was already dusk, the light of the setting sun was very warm, and the whole office was filled with warmth.
Cheng Anya put down her coffee gently and gave a reminder.
"Miss Cheng, please arrange my schedule for the evening." Mr. Ye did not turn around, his voice was slightly hoarse, and in the president's office filled with afterglow, this voice revealed a low sadness.
"yes!"
Cheng Anya slowly walked out of the CEO's house and closed the door, but Cheng Anya couldn't help but look at him again.
This man has a powerful charm that always attracts people's attention involuntarily. He is elegant, cold, and ruthless...
It has all the conditions for a female killer.
In her opinion, Mr. Ye was always very powerful, so powerful that he was almost omnipotent.
But today, Mr. Ye is filled with sadness, mixed with the sadness of longing. He seems to be missing someone, and the warmth of the dusk seems to have nothing to do with him.
It cannot be integrated into his thoughts and sorrow.
Cheng Anya felt a slight pain in her heart. The more powerful a person is, the more they hide all their weaknesses. They can't cry or show weakness. In fact, such a person has a place in his heart...
More fragile and softer than anyone else.
Damn, such a specific light, such a specific person, such a specific back view, it fits the setting of the tragic male protagonist in a bloody drama.
