Billions of cute babies: The wealthy wife ran away again

Aseria's words shocked everyone.

That is the proudest Eseria in the music industry, always showing off her arrogance.But now, there was light in his eyes, and his eyes were fixed on a woman wearing a mask.

In those blue eyes that are as blue as the sea, there is hope and strong possession.

"Eseria!" Li Qingjiu was the first to come back to her senses, and she stood between the two of them with a few steps, "What are you kidding? This is my model, not the object of your jokes!"

"Do you think I'm someone who can make jokes?" Eseria said displeased, but there was still an unquenchable fire in her eyes, "You don't even know, the moment I saw her, I finally found Belongs to my muse of inspiration. Her appearance can add a different color to my music creation!"

"Li Qingjiu, I don't care who this woman is or who belongs to you. In short, I order you to give her to me."

There was aggression on Eseria's face, and unabashed desire.

It was the first time they had seen an Iseria like this—crazy for something other than music.

Li Qingjiu's voice was a little hoarse, but Eseria pulled her away directly, and faced Xu Qingzhi again.

"What's your name?"

This question was obviously asked by Xu Qingzhi. She paused for a while, not knowing how to answer, but Li Qingjiu who was beside her said, "Her name is Ah Zhi, just stop."

A stop?Eseria seemed to think of something, and there was a moment of doubt, but it quickly dissipated: "This name doesn't suit you."

Xu Qingzhi was taken aback: "What?"

"Because, I firmly believe that as long as you are here, everything will not stop." Iseria suddenly approached, his nose seemed to be stuck to the carved mask.

Xu Qingzhi was taken aback, and quickly took a few steps back.

"When I saw you, the musical cells in my bones came alive again. I thought my musical talent had already reached its peak, but you—my muse, successfully let me see the future."

Just like every fashion designer has his own goddess of inspiration, even in the music industry, the moment he saw this model, Eseria clearly realized that he had finally met his goddess.

"Are you willing to be my muse?" Iseria said in a low voice, "I think you are willing. You should know who I am——Aiseria, the dictator of the music industry, as long as you become me Muse, you will stand in the supreme position, instead of walking a show here for some vulgar people to watch."

Alseria was usually silent, but this time, he made an exception and said a lot.

One can imagine his excitement.

He raised his hand, his fingers landed on the silver mask, and his fingertips passed gently.

"You are a natural work of art, a treasure brought by God. You like this should not be these people's dolls. Believe me, as long as you follow me, I can give you everything you ever wished for."

"Money, status, fame..." He paused every word, "And love."

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Xu Qingzhi's whole body trembled like an electric shock, her beautiful eyes widened, and she looked at this man, her former mentor, in disbelief.

What is he saying?
"Please don't lie." She deliberately lowered her voice when she spoke, "I know you appreciate me, but what you said to me is too unreasonable."

"Are you questioning me, thinking I can't do it?" Aseria frowned, "You think I can't give you? Money? Status? Fame? No, as long as I want, I can give you all of these."

"Including the love you said?"

Xu Qingzhi spoke.

"So this is what you care about?" However, the man didn't notice the obscurity in her voice, but nodded, "Since I said it, I can give it to you. In my eyes, feelings are just optional There are no consumables for benefits. If you can find the muse of inspiration with the so-called love, for me, this is not a loss-making business."

Li Qingjiu's whole body was stiff, and her beautiful face was pale and bloodless.

A sense of sadness lingered in Xu Qingzhi's heart. Li Qingjiu was her good friend. When Li Qingjiu broke up with her mentor and went to the bar to get drunk, she was the one who brought him back in person.

She knew that in these years, although her friend only regarded Eseria as an ordinary friend on the surface, in fact, she had always cared about him, and for this reason, she never found a boyfriend.

She also naively thought that when Eseria agreed to Li Qingjiu's pursuit, did she still have a little affection for her?Will this man be influenced by his best friend one day?
But now, she realized that both she and Li Qingjiu were wrong.

For him, feelings are just a commodity that can be used.

Perhaps, whether it was himself who was once his student or Li Qingjiu who was his ex-girlfriend, in his eyes, they were nothing more than useful existences.

She finally understood that her mentor didn't just care about music.

Instead, he has no feelings at all!

"Sorry." Xu Qingzhi closed her eyes fiercely, and when she opened them again, the bitterness in her eyes could hardly be suppressed.

Looking at the mentor she once respected, all her hopes and fantasies were completely shattered.

Because I have no feelings, even though I know there is a reason why I can't play the violin, I don't want to give it a chance.

Because, she has lost the use value.

"I have no plan to promise you."

"Perhaps, you are indeed a genius, a top existence in the music industry. Perhaps, you can really bring me everything you said. But..."

"I don't want to befriend someone who doesn't agree with me."

She said.

"After all, even if Mr. Esseria keeps claiming to call me a muse, it's only because the current me can bring you musical inspiration for you and is of value to you, isn't it?"

This question made Eseria's opened mouth completely speechless.

His eyes flickered, as if he was wondering, but he didn't seem to: "Yes."

"Your beauty is very valuable to me."

Xu Qingzhi sneered: "So, if one day I can no longer bring you inspiration, you will abandon me, right?"

It's like throwing away everything that has no value.

Eseria pursed her lips, and finally said sincerely: "Yes."

Xu Qingzhi was dumbfounded for a moment, she didn't even know whether she should praise his frankness or hate his frivolity.

She shook her head: "So, I'm sorry, I can't agree to your conditions. Not to mention Muse, I'm afraid we can't even be partners."

"Really?" Eseriaka said, the madness in his voice dissipated, gradually revealing the coldness behind it, "If I ask you to agree to me?"