Chapter 195 We are about to be finished
In the early morning, the dawn rose and a golden color gradually appeared on the horizon.
The silent presidential suite was still immersed in tranquility. After a night of tossing and turning, Jiang Zhiyue was exhausted. She dozed off on the sofa and finally was in a state between half asleep and half awake. She woke up at the slightest sound.
I endured it until dawn and finally fell asleep.
Qin Si opened his eyes. Jiang Zhiyue was leaning on the sofa with a soft pillow in her arms, her long hair draped over her shoulders. She was a little sleepy, and her head was tilted down slowly.
Perhaps she really did not let her guard down. The light of morning light fell on her snow-white face. Her cherry lips were tightly pursed, her thin eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she leaned in the position farthest away from him, her whole body hidden behind the pillow, with her legs curled up.
The most eye-catching thing is the bite mark on her shoulder, the seductive red color penetrates her creamy white sweater.
There were used tranquilizers on the table. Certain details came to her mind, and Qin Si could not deny what he had done to her.
The man's breathing was a little heavy, and the loose bathrobe covered his reaction that was somewhat unexpected.
It feels like the effect of the medicine hasn't worn off yet.
Qin Si went to the bathroom, and after the water stopped running, he came out changed his clothes.
In the quiet morning, the air was filled with a fresh scent, and the abnormal smell was somewhat dispelled.
Qin Si sat on the sofa, legs crossed, holding a document in his hand.
He flipped through it casually, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he glanced in the direction of Jiang Zhiyue.
Those eyes stared darkly at her lips.
Jiang Zhiyue didn't know what she was dreaming about. She pursed her cherry pink lips slightly, and the man's eyes became darker.
She slowly opened her eyes and was awakened by a loud noise. She thought something had happened to Qin Si again.
The man stood quietly in front of the French window, his back to her, a smoky cigarette between his slender fingers.
The tall buildings outside the window were in full view. I didn’t know what he was looking at so intently.
She sneezed, and after a few seconds, she saw the man slowly turn around.
Last night Qin Si asked her to watch over him and told her that if the tranquilizer didn't work, she wouldn't be able to stop him even if she locked the door. So she opened her eyes wide and stared at him all night. He fell asleep soon, but she didn't dare to sleep until dawn, when she saw his breathing calm down and she was able to rest.
Jiang Zhiyue is not made of iron, so she doesn't have that much energy to waste on him.
She rubbed her eyes and went back to her room.
The man exhaled a long puff of smoke, his eyes fixed on her.
"woke up?"
The slightly hoarse words broke the ice unconsciously.
This cold look is no different from traditional Chinese medicine, except for a slight change in the eyes.
Perhaps Qin Si also knew how annoying he was last night. Jiang Zhiyue stood up, patted her clothes, and when she lowered her head slightly, the large area of snow-white skin on her collarbone unconsciously attracted attention.
I would think of the shocking bite marks on the snow-white shoulder.
Qin Si spoke coldly and ordered her to come over.
Jiang Zhiyue shook her head, her whole body was sore and painful, she was almost exhausted by his torture.
The man raised the corner of his mouth and threw the green ointment in his hand onto the sofa.
Jiang Zhiyue had no reason to refuse, so she took the things and ran away.
He went out early and came back late, so Jiang Zhiyue basically couldn't see him. She went back to her room and locked the door, and the uneasy feeling in her heart gradually dissipated.
Qin Si didn't make things difficult for her. He looked out the window, tilted his head and exhaled a puff of smoke. The grayish-white smoke made his handsome but cold face hazy, and his dark eyes became even more unfathomable.
Jiang Zhiyue didn't go out for several days.
What happened that night was so tacit that it seemed as if nothing had happened, except when her eyes accidentally met Qin Si's occasionally. She would still see him looking down at her with his raised eyebrows and narrow, sharp eyes. If she looked closely, the light in his eyes seemed to have changed again.
If Qin Si hadn't asked her to clean up the living room, Jiang Zhiyue wouldn't have discovered what he had been busy with recently. The table was littered with scattered newspapers, materials, and related resumes.
Qin Si circled the people on the list one by one and wrote in red pen behind each name: [Dead]
[Guangya Communications International Branch, Co-CEO——Avalon]
【Asia Communications United Region, Global CEO——Ronan】
[Guangya Overseas Federation, Chief Intellectual Property Advisor and Senior Manager - Fang Bonan]
...
The list was very long, and Qin Si made different notes.
The world's wealth and power are concentrated in the hands of a few people, and the decisions they make casually can affect the interests of everyone in the world.
Jiang Zhiyue saw the death annotations at the end of each column. In such a quiet atmosphere, she felt that there was a weird and unfathomable atmosphere spreading.
These people seem to have surpassed the vast majority of ordinary people. Some of them even come from wealthy families and have climbed to positions that are beyond the reach of others. However, these people who think they can call the wind and rain are nothing more than small ants that can be easily crushed to death in the eyes of another group of higher-class people.
The gods fight with each other, you finish your song and I take the stage.
The wealthy families come and go, but the nobility remains forever.
In the world system they dominate, betrayal and provocation are never allowed.
She burned the list as Qin Si instructed.
The wind blew in, and Jiang Zhiyue watched the burning ashes swirling and floating around. She sat cross-legged on the ground, her eyes dark, but no one knew what she was thinking.
...
weekend.
Jiang Zhiyue went downstairs to get some fresh air and stood in the elevator. At this time, several waiters with gold buttons on their collars and blue buttons on their collars came in pushing a food cart.
Waiters cannot take the same elevator with guests. Seeing their anxious looks, Jiang Zhiyue curled her lips and said nothing.
"Thank you for your understanding, beautiful lady." The waiter bowed respectfully. Jiang Zhiyue lowered her eyes and leaned sideways inconspicuously.
She went downstairs with them, and after walking a few steps, she heard the waiter whispering, "What should I do? I've been getting more and more nervous lately. The food was delivered to the wrong floor."
"We finally found a job in a wealthy area, but our manager said we were going to be finished because there was going to be a riot in New Myanmar."
"I have accepted my fate. Escaping from the slums is something I never dared to think about in my life. Why do people always want to resist? Why should they resist? What can they gain from resisting?"
"I want to live a peaceful life, but those people insist on breaking down the wall separating the rich and poor areas. Someone has already opened a hole! I can't imagine what kind of hell this place will become if all those people rush in!"
A waiter said this angrily, and the waiter next to him frowned and hesitated to continue: "Fighting is a good thing. If everyone in this world is silent and the powerful do whatever they want, that will be our hell."
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