The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

The neckline of the skirt is dotted with a few tiny pearls, which sway slightly with her movements, emitting a warm luster, just like her, fresh and refined with a hint of elegance.

There was a faint smile on her face, and that smile was like the breeze in spring, gentle and warm, unobtrusive yet impossible to ignore.

Her eyes were clear and bright, like a clear spring. When her eyes occasionally met Gu Yunqian's, a hint of tenderness and happiness would quickly flash in her eyes. Then she would lower her head slightly shyly, as if all the noise around her had nothing to do with her. At this moment, the only person left in her world was the man beside her.

Mrs. Mo was sitting opposite them. She had chosen a bright red tight miniskirt. The bright and eye-catching color should have made her the focus of everyone's attention, showing her enthusiasm and vitality. However, at this moment, her face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it, making her look a little dull and even a little embarrassed and awkward.

Ever since Su Xingya unexpectedly stole the limelight on the golf course just now, her mood was like she was on a rapidly falling roller coaster, falling from the clouds to the bottom of the valley in an instant. Her face became increasingly uglier, and the bright red lipstick that she had carefully applied now looked a little glaring on her tightly pursed lips, as if it were a sudden wound.

Her eyes were like a sharp dagger, staring at Gu Yunqian, her eyes were full of jealousy and unwillingness, as if she wanted to dig two holes in his body.

Gu Yunqian was talking incessantly with Lao Mo. He stood as tall as a pine tree, wearing a black custom-made suit. The smooth lines perfectly modified his broad shoulders and tight waist, making him look even more handsome and imposing.

His hair was neatly combed back, revealing a smooth forehead. His deep eyes revealed confidence and wisdom. Every subtle expression and movement exuded the charm of a mature man.

His voice is deep and magnetic, and every word he says is clear and powerful, as if he knows everything about the business world and is in control of the overall rhythm.

However, Mrs. Mo's expression became more and more ugly, because Gu Yunqian did not forget to take care of the lady beside him while paying attention to the content of the conversation.

It was she who suggested changing clothes after playing ball. After all, you couldn't continue the next journey while sweating all over after exercising.

She wanted to seize the opportunity to show her strengths, but God did not let her do as she wished.

Whenever Su Xingya's water cup was a little dry, Gu Yunqian would calmly stop what he was doing, slightly turn sideways, and gently pick up the kettle with his slender and bony fingers. His movements were elegant and natural, like a gentleman performing an elegant art performance.

He tilted the kettle slightly, and clear water slowly flowed into Su Xingya's cup. The sound of the flowing water was particularly clear in this quiet atmosphere, but it did not feel abrupt.

At the same time, his eyes would look at Su Xingya gently, full of concern and care, as if at this moment, Su Xingya was the center of his world and everything else was no longer important.

Whenever he saw Su Xingya showing a hint of liking for a certain dish, even if it was just a glimmer of light in her eyes, he would reach out his chopsticks without hesitation and accurately and quickly put the dish into her bowl. His movements were skillful and intimate, as if this was a tacit understanding that had been developed between them over the years and they could understand each other with just a glance without words.

Looking back at Mrs. Mo's own situation, she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of anger in her heart. The fire burned fiercely in her chest, almost completely devouring her sanity.

Lao Mo sat next to her and never even glanced at her from beginning to end, as if she didn't exist in this space at all.

Old Mo's entire attention was focused on the business negotiations with Gu Yunqian. His eyes were focused and eager, his body slightly leaning forward, and he kept asking various questions and opinions. He seemed to completely ignore Mrs. Mo's existence, as if she was just a transparent air person.

Mrs. Mo felt like a shabby ornament forgotten in a dark corner, no one cared about her and she was worthless.

She suddenly felt uncomfortable in her heart, as if she had eaten an unripe grape. The sour taste instantly spread in her mouth, making her throat feel tight.

After all, she had just played the role of a winner in front of Su Xingya, and had not had time to savor the feeling of being superior and stepping on others.

But now the other side counterattacked so easily that he lost completely in this invisible contest, with nothing left. Even the last bit of dignity was ruthlessly trampled underfoot...

That complex and indescribable emotion kept lingering in Mrs. Mo's heart, like a thick and lingering haze that enveloped her entire soul.

Soon, her eyes were like being attracted by a powerful magnet, and they fell on Gu Yunqian tightly, unable to move away.

Mrs. Mo's naked eyes were like a sharp dagger, stabbing straight at him without any concealment. The burning desire and greed in her eyes made Gu Yunqian feel uncomfortable all over. An inexplicable irritation was like a dense ant, slowly crawling in his heart.

His brows unconsciously wrinkled slightly, forming a shallow groove between his eyebrows. A trace of imperceptible displeasure flashed in his deep eyes, like an undercurrent surging beneath the calm surface of a lake.

Then, he suppressed his inner discomfort, found a reason that sounded very reasonable, but in fact it was just to escape this suffocating atmosphere, and quickly stood up and left.

His pace was a little hurried, and every step seemed to be carried out with the urgency of escaping from the predicament. The sound of his leather shoes hitting the ground was particularly clear in this quiet restaurant, breaking the original apparent harmony and tranquility.

After a while, Mrs. Mo seemed to have a telepathic connection and could no longer sit still. She found an excuse to go to the bathroom, stood up gracefully, and left the dining table in a graceful manner.

Her fiery red tight skirt swayed gently with her movements, like a burning flame, exuding a hot and dangerous atmosphere.

Su Xingya sat quietly in her original position, watching the two people leave one after the other, her eyes revealing a hint of worry and helplessness, like the ripples in a deep lake.

She sighed softly, and the sound of her sigh was like fallen autumn leaves, floating slowly in the quiet restaurant, as if carrying her deep sense of powerlessness about this complicated situation.

In contrast, Lao Mo still sat there calmly, with no expression on his face, as if he was wearing a perfect mask. His eyes were as deep as an endless black hole, making it difficult to understand.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, making a slight and dull sound. He turned a blind eye to everything happening in front of him, as if it was just a farce that had nothing to do with him.

Gu Yunqian came to the smoking area, which was relatively quiet, and he was the only one there. His figure looked a little lonely under the dim light, and there was a faint smell of tobacco around him.