"How long is the ti limit?" Wen Nuan weighed the cost and benefits over and over again, then asked him with difficulty. There must be a ti limit. If being his woman could be exchanged for her father’s safety, she was willing.
"I won’t stop until I get tired of you."
Wen Nuan was angry. He’s really taking advantage of people, until he’s tired of it? "This isn’t fair. How am I supposed to know when you’ll get tired of it? If you don’t get tired of it for ten years, do I have to stay with you for ten years?"
The cold wind in the office blew.
Ye Feimo raised his smile, which was full of sarcasm: "Miss Wen, don’t you usually read the entertainnt section?"
He suddenly changed the subject. Wen Nuan was unable to follow his thoughts and nodded reflexively. She likes to read entertainnt magazine, but what does what they are talking about have to do with reading it?
She doesn’t understand.
"Haven’t you seen that the entertainnt section of Anning is all writing about how Ye Feimo’s interest in a woman never lasts more than a week? You’re quite confident, aren’t you? Do you think you’ll be the exception?" he asked mockingly, his eyebrows full of sarcasm.
Wen Nuan felt embarrassed but smiled slightly: "Such a stud."
"You are the downtrodden." Ye Feimo looked at her expressionlessly. Wen Nuan was taken aback, her inner universe burning wildly, wanting to hit him. She realized that Ye Feimo was truly formidable.
No matter what you scold him for, he always has the ability to respond to you, and his response is always sharp and to the point, which is enough to make you angry to death.
"Ye Feimo, since it won’t take more than a week, how about setting the ti limit to one week?"
"What gives you the right to negotiate with ?" Ye Feimo said, "Don’t talk nonsense. One sentence, I’ll stop when I get bored."
"Perhaps Mr. Ye will think that your interest in will last more than a week." Wen Nuan smiled wryly.
Ye Feimo tapped the table: "Miss Wen, I’ve been tired of playing tricks like reverse psychology since I was two years old."
Wen Nuan fell silent again. It seed that when facing Ye Feimo, she was always at a disadvantage and never had the upper hand. She fantasized in her mind that one day she would be able to ride on his head and act tyrannically.
"Are you sure you can rescue my dad?"
"Miss Wen, are you questioning my abilities?"
Wen Nuan really wanted to complain, are you omnipotent?
"Alright, I promise you." Wen Nuan closed her eyes, and her beautiful pale face looked even more lost in the cold air.
Ye Feimo narrowed his eyes coldly, crossed his arms, leaned back, and gave an order: "Co here."
Wen Nuan’s whole body was stiff. She opened her eyes to see the man behind the desk, exuding an imperial deanor, as if he were looking down from above, waiting for his servant to submit to him. She paused for a mont and then walked over.
Ye Feimo beckoned with his finger again, and Wen Nuan thought to herself, are you calling a puppy?
But she still followed his wishes and walked to his side.
"Pleasure ." he ordered again.
Wen Nuan felt as if there was tinnitus in her ears, as if soone had crushed her pride and dignity. She looked at him in disbelief. Ye Feimo’s cold eyes showed not a trace of emotion: "The agreent takes effect today."
She really wanted to grab the docunts on the table and throw them at him. He could see her anger, but she looked at him calmly.
"Are you standing there like a corpse, waiting to be dissected?" Ye Feimo said coldly, and then glanced at her from head to toe: "Or are you waiting for to serve you?"
Wen Nuan clenched her pink fists and swore that if killing soone was not a cri and she could replace the victim after killing him, she would definitely stab Ye Feimo decisively. This man was wooden and cold, and seed to be very boring, but his words were very irritating.
"Aren’t you going too far?" Wen Nuan gritted her teeth.
"Miss Wen, if you haven’t lost your mory, you should rember what I said last night. When you co to on your own initiative, I won’t speak nicely again." Ye Feimo’s voice was as cold as the Siberian glaciers.
Wen Nuan’s face turned red then pale, she felt both angry and embarrassed.
"Ye Feimo, you should stop humiliating people." She couldn’t tolerate it anymore.
"Humiliating people?" He sneered, "If you don’t give a chance to humiliate you, how could I possibly humiliate you? Miss Wen, you have the right to choose. The door is there, you can leave or stay as you please."
He also pointed out in one sentence that once she walked out of this door, the agreent between him and her would beco invalid.
Wen Nuan felt a strong sense of sadness and helplessness. Here, there was Ye Feimo, who was as devilish as Satan, and outside the door, there was Fang Liucheng, who was as ferocious as a wolf. Both of them were forcing her.
She was in the middle. If she took a step back, she would be in a wolf’s mouth and a tiger’s den. If she took a step forward, she would be in an abyss.
Ye Feimo was undoubtedly an extrely iron-blooded man. He watched Wen Nuan struggling in the sea. Even though he knew that there was only this piece of driftwood in front of him, he just didn’t reach out his hand. Not only did he not reach out his hand, he stepped on her and sank her to the bottom of the sea.
"If I want a corpse, I’ll go straight to the morgue and pick it up without spending money to buy it. I’ll count to three. If you haven’t decided, the ga is over." Ye Feimo looked at her coldly with his deep eyes.
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