Banned from marriage for 100 days, hateful imperial dictatorship

  Fengchen Mo raised his hand and pressed the bell beside him.

  A woman in a work uniform walked in and stood beside him: "Director Feng, what are your orders?"

  "Throw away everything this woman has touched."

  The little thief smiled slyly, thinking of holding her captive, and she had a lot of disgusting skills.

  She took a few small steps and sidled up beside Feng Chen Mo, who looked up at her.

  Little Little stretched out little paws, then.

  She lightly touched him, and her paw was covered with the toothpaste she had secretly squeezed out, still blue and white stripes, which made her feel a bit nauseous after rubbing it in, not wasting any of it, and smearing it all over his face.

  The face of Fengchen Mo underwent a very strange change, first turning white, then cyan, and finally pale.

  He seemed to be suppressing something, his fists clenched tightly, the veins on the back of his hands had already bulged out, and the muscles all over his body were tense.

  If he said he would blast off to the moon in the next second, Xiaoxiao would totally believe him.

  This man is like a time bomb that could explode at any moment. Once ignited, the explosion would be so powerful that no one would survive within a hundred miles.

  The little life-saving retreat took a step back, somewhat helplessly, but turned to the woman with great sincerity: "Well, I've lost everything I've touched, take this one out too."

  The woman's chin almost fell off, one moment looking at Xiao Xiao, and the next glancing nervously at Feng Chen Mo.

  The entire Feng family knows that Feng Chen Mo has a severe cleanliness habit, but just how severe is it?

  For example, when he goes to the office downstairs for inspection, he will definitely ask someone to move his chair in advance. He will watch as people wipe it with a clean towel dozens of times, making sure there is not a speck of dust before sitting down. The cup he uses is his own, the water he drinks is his own, and even the tissues he uses are prepared by himself.

  So Feng always has a follower beside him, responsible for providing and replacing his daily necessities, which is unimaginable for other CEOs.

  Not to mention when things go wrong, it's like a tour group with an entourage, and sometimes they even bring their own chef.

  The woman deeply knew that provoking the wind would produce consequences, so she wisely retreated two steps and avoided the scene.

  "Yè - zhī, you've done a great job, you've already succeeded in provoking me."

  Like a voice from hell, Feng Chen Mo lowered his head, the brown hair on his forehead falling down to cover his eyes, making it impossible for anyone to guess the emotions in them.

  But just from his tone of voice, it's already clear that he is really angry.

  Take a step back, patting his chest in fear: "You, what are you going to do? This is your office."

  After finishing speaking, he glanced at the woman beside him with a somewhat embarrassed expression: "Moreover, there are outsiders present, it's not quite right to do this."

  The wind and dust reached an extreme point, and he didn't care how much this would make people imagine, saying in a low voice: "Get out!"

  She turned around and walked away.