The mermaid said that if I didn't love him, he would die (Part 2) "With...
Chong Huan stopped walking out. Even though he tried his best to hide it, he couldn't conceal the panic and urgency in his eyes.
He didn't bother pretending to be reserved and said, "President, I think maybe we should finalize the cooperation I just mentioned as soon as possible."
interesting.
Chong Huan is a man with a strong gambling nature. Rather than endure my anger after the truth is revealed, he chose to tie himself to my boat in advance.
Unfortunately, after getting what I wanted, his remaining value has made me no longer patient enough to continue acting with him.
So I looked at him and chuckled, "You've already figured it out, right? You've changed so much before and after your rebirth. Do you really think that the development of society will be the same as in your last life?"
"Or do you think that, during the time you stir up, everything will develop in a direction that is beneficial to you?"
Chong Huan forced a smile and said, "Boss, I did some things after my rebirth and used my advantages to gain some benefits, but I am just a small singer. My influence should only be within the entertainment industry. The direction of social development will not change much because of me, so the information I know is also useful."
"Intelligent brains, flying cars, holographic online games, nano-medical robots, martial arts, weight loss and blood pressure lowering poison... Three years after your rebirth, after seeing so many things that are different from your previous life, do you think that the social trends of the two lives will be exactly the same?"
Through speculation based on the integrated information, it is believed that this world has been restarted more than once, and the trajectories of the past lives known so far are different.
Facing my questioning, Chonghuan's lips trembled, and all the hope in his heart was extinguished by me.
He finally realized that the trajectory of society had completely changed.
In fact, I am very curious. There are so many differences from his previous life, why did he only discover them three years later?
I have never seen such a stupid reborn person - or is there some reason I don't know that makes him so sure that everything is under control?
Let's leave these issues to professionals.
Soon, Chong Huan was taken away.
I looked at the assistant, and the assistant felt my gaze and looked at me. The emotions in his eyes were well concealed by his smiling mask, and there was no trace of panic.
I tapped the table with my knuckles. "Won't you explain, my dear perfumer?"
I have always known that the assistant knows a lot, and I keep it as a secret of the assistant.
I am willing to wait for him to tell me in person, which does not mean I should pretend not to see the secret dancing before my eyes.
The assistant looked at me without looking away, but asked, "President, do you like the smell of this candle?"
“It’s OK.”
"If you like, I can...make you a better incense."
I looked at him, smiling, "How can you be sure that I will like it?"
The assistant's eyebrows curved slightly, "If you don't like it, I will adjust it until you like it."
That’s the end of this topic.
Since he didn't want to talk, I didn't intend to force him.
When one side does not get a response to the benefits, one should stop the loss in time and seek profits from other aspects.
I approached him, but he didn't dodge. He just looked at me with a smile until his breath was entangled with mine.
When two wild beasts look at each other, whoever looks away first will be at a disadvantage and will become the prey.
The assistant who was about to be preyed upon by me had no awareness at all.
Tsk.
I knew that the books my friends gave me were unreliable.
Things like “Although you say no, your body is still very honest,” “You go limp at the slightest touch, and your whole body is weakened by the president’s aura,” and “You’re such an annoying little goblin,” are all lies.
If you want to collect interest, you still have to rely on yourself.
I simply pushed him against the wall, and because his body was leaning, he finally looked a few centimeters shorter than me.
I was very satisfied with this perspective and pinched his chin, "Man, you hid it from me. I won't ask about it, but you have to compensate me."
I stared at his lips, suggesting something.
But he suddenly laughed.
I was so angry that I asked, "What are you laughing at?"
He seemed to have heard something very interesting, and he was smiling with his eyes and eyebrows curved.
I was dazzled for a moment by his watery brown pupils under his long eyelashes. In that instant, he stood up against the wall, and then used his height advantage of one or two centimeters taller than me to press forward.
"Boss, open your mouth."
I narrowed my eyes and took advantage of his slightly open lips and tongue when he spoke to advance unceremoniously.
He allowed me to plunder the land, but when I was about to call off the attack, he attacked slowly and leisurely.
Hardness cannot last long, and softness cannot be maintained.
I didn't expect that at this time, I would have a deep understanding of the meaning of these two martial arts secrets.
The tip of the tongue swept across the palate and entangled with the lips and tongue. The tingling sensation accumulated, combined with the slight feeling of suffocation caused by lack of oxygen, mixed into a different kind of stimulation.
The assistant groaned due to his rapid breathing. He paused and left me at the right moment. His lips were as red as if he had put on rouge.
His tone was respectful, but with a hint of smile, "President, is that enough?"
Being underestimated.
"What do you think?"
I stroked his cheek, my tone cold and slightly threatening.
Unfortunately, he knew me too well, and the fake coercion I put on at this moment had no effect on him at all.
He just smiled, and the words he left behind seemed like a respectful and humble response, but more like a provocation.
"If you think that's not enough, I'm always here to accompany you."
…
I originally thought that the perfumer's problem should have been over.
But what I didn’t expect was that half a month later, he actually brought me some incense.
I originally thought the scented candles that Chong Huan brought were pretty good, but compared to the incense that the assistant gave me, they simply pale in comparison.
When the two scents are put together, anyone can tell that the scent of the candle is just an imitation.
I played with the sachet.
The assistant was right. I really like the smell of incense. It is soothing and calming. It seems to be tailor-made for me.
Maybe it was specially prepared for me.
After all, Chong Huan said that in the previous life, the assistant was my perfumer.
This sachet not only has a scent that suits my taste, but its appearance is also very much in line with my aesthetic taste. The spherical sachet is carved from a whole piece of mutton-fat white jade, and inside the sachet there is a scent pill.
This is not something you can buy casually.
I gently stroked the delicate relief patterns on the surface of the sachet with my thumb and asked, "Could it be that you carved this jade sachet yourself?"
The assistant smiled, "Yes, President."
"It seems there are still many things I don't know about you."
The assistant was silent for a moment, then asked, "President, are you interested in my skills that are not related to work?"
I laughed angrily, "As a CEO, I am not interested in my assistant's privacy."
"But I'm still your boyfriend, isn't it normal to want to know more about you?"
The assistant looked at me for a while, then smiled and said, "Okay."
What's good?
Without waiting for me to ask, the assistant indicated that he was leaving.
I was full of doubts.
It was not until the afternoon that I received an Excel spreadsheet from my assistant.
The above records the assistant's skills in great detail.
There are so many that there are hundreds of items.
Cocktail mixing, perfume making and car repair are still normal.
Go, chess, and basic martial arts are also considered common.
But what about camel riding, ostrich farming, and extensive experience fighting monkeys in the rainforest?
It's like writing a resume. I can't really write one, so I just write it down to make up the number.
But the assistant was always strict in his wording. Since he wrote that he would fight with the monkey, he would fight with the monkey.
...Damn it, what was the assistant doing in the rainforest? No matter how you think about it, fighting monkeys is not a hobby! Who tricked the assistant into the rainforest?
I looked at the table and felt that my complexion probably didn't look good. Sometimes it was green, sometimes it was black. If I had to describe it, it would probably be a bit like the atmosphere light, the underworld version.
But at this very moment, someone came to cause trouble.
When the secretary said that Yu Ren wanted to see me, my mind was still filled with the image of the poor assistant being pulled by the hair and beaten by a monkey.
"Let him wait in the reception room."
I put the pen back into the pen holder irritably, stood up and called Secretary No. 7 to accompany me.
By the way, Secretary No. 7 was practicing the Mountain-like Divine Skill. He made rapid progress in this area, and the muscles all over his body swelled up, and one person was wider than two people.
If he were to play the role of Secretary No. 2 and seduce Long Aotian, no matter how cunning Long Aotian was, he would never believe that Secretary No. 7 was Secretary No. 2.
When I arrived at the reception room, Yu Ren was sitting on a chair somewhat uncomfortably. When he saw me, his eyes lit up and he stood up immediately.
"President!"
I sat opposite him, with a three-meter-wide desk between us. Number Seven stood behind me like a small mountain.
I said calmly, in a tone that was not good enough, "I remember I said that you should not report your problems to higher authorities."
Yu Ren, however, was uncharacteristically bold, looking at me with his ocean-blue eyes full of admiration, "But I want to date you, and I want to express my gratitude and love for you, so I can't report it to the higher authorities too."
My eyes darkened. I had already warned him once, but I didn't expect him to be so ignorant.
"I said, I have a lover, and I'm not interested in you, give him to..."
"Wait a moment!"
Yu Ren stood up eagerly. It must be said that his blue eyes were really beautiful. When they were dyed with watery color because of anxiety and urgency, it was easy to make people want to abuse them.
Unfortunately, I don’t like it.
I tapped the table, absentmindedly thinking of my assistant's eyebrows curved in smile.
As expected, I still prefer brown eyes.
Yu Ren's figure looked particularly slender in front of Secretary No. 7.
He struggled hard, "Boss, you obviously have me in your heart, don't you?!"
I was confused by his remarks. I didn't expect that there were people in the world who were more confident than me. I waved my hand and asked the secretary to wait for a moment to give Yu Ren space to make a confident statement.
Yu Ren quickly asked, "If you don't like me, why would you whitewash me?"
His face flushed, "Chonghuan has been proven to have plagiarized. I and many other singers who were persecuted by Chonghuan have received the justice that belongs to us. All of this was brought about by you."
"In the past three years, I have wanted to tell everyone all the time that I did not plagiarize and every song of mine is innocent, but no one believed me except you."
His eyes sparkled like the surface of a lake in the early morning.
"You are like a ray of sunlight shining into the deep sea, passing through layers of waves just to shine on me. Isn't this love?"
He looked at me expectantly.
I said coldly, "That's because you are an artist of my company."
He shook his head. “You have devoted a lot of time and energy to my work. Would you do the same for any artist?”
"Won't."
Before he could even start laughing, I calmly pierced his fantasy, "Because others are not as strong as you."
"You have good conditions and deserve an S-level contract. That's why I asked the company to sign you."
"To me, you who have signed the contract are the company's important assets. I can't sign you and let your reputation be as bad as before. Otherwise, not only will the company be irresponsible to you, but it will also easily damage the company's reputation. More importantly, I don't like to do business at a loss."
He looked at me in disbelief, as if trying to find a hint of lying between my brows, "Do you really just think of me as an ordinary artist?"
"What else?"
He clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly due to humiliation.
But after a while, he raised his head and said firmly, "I will make you like me."
I suddenly felt irritated.
"I have a lover, and I have no plans to cheat on him."
"But I..."
He bit his lower lip, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Anyway, I won't give up."
I sneered.
"Throw him out."
"Don't let him into the company anymore."
"Also," I stared at him solemnly, "Although you deserve an S-level contract, it's only a few tens of millions. I can afford the penalty."
…
Although I made harsh remarks and asked my subordinates to keep a close eye on him, and even told the "Ba" team about his affairs, and some team members secretly protected me, Yu Ren showed an amazing racial talent in harassing me.
I don't know why, but he always finds my trace.
When I was out at work, he would suddenly appear with a lunch box and hand me some of my favorite dishes with a smile.
When I walk in the garden, I can always see him singing among the flowers at the corner.
When I was on vacation on the island, he jumped up from the sea, his blue fish tail drew a blue arc in the air, and on every scale there was a golden crystal water droplet.
He sat on the reef, his huge fish tail gently slapping the sea surface and swaying in the water, like gauze, or more like mist.
Even when I was swimming in the glass pool at home, he fell from the sky, through the open skylight, and landed accurately in my arms.
He is very dangerous.
I have experienced several assassination attempts abroad. It was not until I bit off a piece of flesh from the foreign underground forces that they kept their distance from me, and I was ranked first on the list of "the one who should not be provoked".
If someone uses his ability to locate me to assassinate me, it will be very difficult.
In my opinion, this person cannot be kept.
Moreover, his purpose of entering the entertainment industry, as he said, was really just to gain more favor from humans. After he confirmed his soul mate, he began to slack off on his work in the entertainment industry.
Human energy is limited. He spent too much time on me, so naturally he had less time for his fans and work.
Some passers-by are already somewhat dissatisfied, but after his fans were purified through abuse, they are very loyal to him and have been speaking for him.
I don't intend to let the company bear the stigma of breach of contract, nor do I want my private life to become gossip. His actions just put his handle in my hands.
It's just a pity that he could have gone for a happy story, but he chose a script about a villain and a tragic love story.
As time went by, Yu Ren became more and more anxious.
Until one day, when I was proposing to my assistant to go on vacation to an island together, Yu Ren found my number from somewhere and actually called my private phone.
On the phone, his voice was choked and seemed to be filled with pain, but he tried his best to make his voice lively and light.
"President, today is my birthday! I told you a few days ago, but you were too busy. I was afraid you would forget, so I wanted to invite you again today to attend my birthday party."
"I want to... confess to you again."
I simply hung up the phone and put it out of my mind.
It wasn't until midnight that I was woken up from my sleep.
I picked up the phone, the smart computer lit up, and it was Yu Ren on the other end.
Yu Ren on the screen was sitting alone at a table full of food and a birthday cake.
The dishes were all my favorites, but they had obviously been reheated many times.
There were tears at the corners of his eyes, but he became happy because I answered the phone.
"President!"
I was filled with annoyance.
"explain."
He pursed his lips, "I like you, can you accept me?"
Before I hung up, he said urgently, "Please! Don't hang up!"
"I'm going to die!"
With tears in his eyes, he said, "If the mermaids cannot be with the destined lover of their choice before their 22nd birthday, they will turn into bubbles."
"I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have disturbed your life. Can you please promise me, even if it's only for tonight?"
"Wait until tomorrow, I'll find a way to solve it!"
"Really? It turned into bubbles..."
I looked at him coldly, and sneered in his hopeful eyes.
"What does it have to do with me?"
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