He Qingyu, who was in a meeting, was sitting in the center of the conference room. In addition to the content of the meeting, his laptop had a small screen cut out in the lower right corner.
While listening to the work report, he was distractedly looking at Su Mingxue's sleeping face on the screen.
Her small face is porcelain white, and her long and curled eyelashes are drooped, casting oval shadows under her eyes.
There is a touch of red on the white neck, which is the trace left by him.
Her long chestnut hair was curled at the end and spread over her shoulders.
When Su Mingxue fell asleep, she looked like a doll.
He looked at her sleeping face and felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.
After each department reported the situation, he summarized and provided guidance one by one.
He mercilessly pointed out any areas that did not meet expectations.
Everyone below was recording seriously and nervously, except Ling Yun in the corner who was about to fall asleep.
He was just a shareholder waiting to receive dividends, but He Qingyu forced him to come to the meeting.
He Qingyu was about to say something to the head of the marketing department when he saw Su Mingxue taking the fruit knife on the chopping board from the corner of his eye, and his pupils suddenly shrank. He stood up suddenly, looked pale and ugly, and said,
"Meeting dismissed."
A bunch of stunned subordinates were left behind.
"Mr. Ling, the meeting is dismissed."
The female secretary, who turned off the projector and was about to turn off the lights, hesitantly called out to Ling Yun, who was taking a nap.
"Ah...the meeting is over."
"So fast……"
Ling Yun rubbed his eyes and stroked his silver hair,
"Where is Mr. He? Are you back in the office?"
The female secretary’s face turned a little red.
"Mr. He didn't know what was urgent. He left in a hurry before the meeting was over. His face was a little ugly."
Ling Yun tapped his chin with his fingertips and smiled knowingly.
Who else could make He Qingyu's poker face move except his precious little sister.
He really didn't understand why his good friend, who was so good, was so unhappy when it came to relationships.
He has told him not to put the harsh approach to work and opponents on his sweetheart.
When dealing with such an arrogant young lady, you must coax her. Keep your posture low. Issues of principle can be settled occasionally by being forceful.
But people didn't listen.
You have to lock people up. How can we expect the other party to have a good look on his face?
If He Qingyu is hard-hearted enough, forget it.
But as the only friend who could stand He Qingyu's bad character, he suffered a lot.
When He Qingyu is frustrated, he will come to him for boxing, fencing, and fighting...
When He Qingyu was jealous, he got drunk and pulled him to question him.
"Don't my long hair look good?"
"Why does she never touch me?!!"
"It's obviously much prettier than yours."
"But that's right, how can she touch my hair when her back is turned to me even when I'm sleeping?"
Hey, I really don’t know how his best friend’s romance will end.
I'm afraid it won't be too decent.
But as a good friend, he could only advise.
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Su Mingxue held the fruit knife and before she could figure out how to start, she heard a loud bang outside the door.
He Qingyu rushed in panting, with a ferocious expression on his face.
"Su Mingxue!"
"If you dare to die, I will kill Mo Yuan."
Su Mingxue paused, raised her eyes and glared at him, "How dare you."
He Qingyu came over with a cold expression, "I can't do anything."
Su Mingxue was a little stunned when she held the knife. He Qingyu, a madman, can indeed do it.
"Don't come here!"
He Qingyu sat down by the bed, and she quickly shrank to the side, holding the knife tightly in her hand.
"Are you so cowardly, and being treated like this by me, you only dare to commit suicide? If you have the ability, just kill me, and then stay together with that wild man Mo Yuan."
"You think I don't dare?!"
Su Mingxue's beautiful eyes showed a fierce light,
"Then do it."
Su Mingxue did not hesitate to plunge the tip of the knife into He Qingyu's heart.
The dull sound of the tip of the knife sinking into flesh made her heart tremble.
He Qingyu didn't dodge at all, his eyebrows frowned tightly because of the pain, and his face became extremely pale.
He didn't know it was due to the loss of blood. He felt cold all over and his heart hurt so much that it was difficult to breathe.
It turned out that this was the feeling of heartache. It seemed no different from when Su Mingxue looked at her with disgust.
He Qingyu's eyes, as clear as the sky, gradually turned gray.
Su Mingxue really had no love for him at all.
The blood dyed He Qingyu's snow-white shirt red.
Su Mingxue was alarmed to see a smile on He Qingyu's face, although the smile looked a bit bitter.
She wanted to get out of bed, but He Qingyu held her shoulders and held her in place.
An almost demonic smile appeared on his beautiful face, and he gasped and pointed at his heart,
"It's stuck in the wrong direction, so pull it out and stab it again."
Su Mingxue's eyes were stunned. He Qingyu is really a complete madman.
