Banned from marriage for 100 days, hateful imperial dictatorship

  Fengchen Mo couldn't control his anger, and the woman's words were like a knife that cut deep into his unease and patience.

  A storm suddenly rose in his eyes, he grasped her shoulder, letting her see the firmness and gentleness in his eyes.

  "Don't talk nonsense anymore, even if the whole world gives up on you, I won't let go."

  He held her tightly in his arms, murmuring to himself: "You are mine, no one can take you away, trust me, I will handle it well."

  Even if it's Death himself, he'll still give it a shot.

  Shu Xi'an was settled in, Feng Chen Mo turned around and walked into the house.

  "Have you found out who it is?"

  Fengchen Mo sat down on the chair and asked calmly.

  "Not yet, but the circle of investigation is narrowing. I have already checked Miss Shu's call records and will investigate each one on the list above clearly before reporting back to you."

  "Go ahead."

  The dust and dirt were gently swept away, dismissing the servant.

  Hands crossed and propped on the desk, eyes gazing into the distance.

  Who will leak Ye Zhi's message to Shu Xi? Who will benefit from Shu Xi finding Ye Zhi in the end?

  The dust and ink suddenly condensed into thick eyebrows, and he casually opened the monitor in front of him.

  The screen crackled for a while before an image slowly appeared.

  A faint smile played on his tightly pursed lips.

  There was no scene of an office in front of me at all.

  But someone used a red water-based pen to write a line of small characters on the screen, and then used a yellow water-based pen to fill the entire screen.

  The font is just like her, clean and neat, with a hint of arrogance and provocation. The ink can almost imagine the mischievous smile she wore as she used her pen to scribble all over the screen.

  "Peeping Tom! I'm going to sleep, close your dog eyes!"

  So arrogant, in such a situation, just want to sleep.

  Still dare to show off in front of him.

  Fengchen Mo took a sip of coffee and began rummaging through his memories for recollections of the woman.

  At first sight, she was a designer, holding a perfect design in her hand.

  A beautiful woman always attracts attention, and this woman is particularly good at using her assets to achieve the most effective results.

  His identity was enough to move her heart.

  Then there were repeated attempts to probe, under the guise of researching design drafts, inviting him out for meals and coffee. He neither refused nor accepted, as he was tired of women who wanted to own him, and didn't even want to waste his energy on rejection.