The silver-gray noble hair color on the screen was loose, and she took off all her disguises. She changed from Monica back to Veronica, and back to the queen who controlled Fiseld.
The gold-plated armrests on the dark red sofa gave it an elegant and luxurious feel. Veronica leaned there, raised her white legs under her skirt, and looked at Fang Ran on the other side of the screen with a smile.
She didn't speak, just looked at Fangran with a smile.
The silver-gray pupils were filled with the same look that appeared in the pearl of the night that night.
In the end, Fangran was defeated first and looked away. Even though his usual appearance was more or less exaggerated, he was really not good at dealing with this kind of woman who was no longer an ordinary level.
why?
Maybe it's just a lack of confidence...
In fact, Fangran never knew how to face Veronica, just like the mysterious and enchanting person wearing a black cloth cloak who treated her as belongings.
Whether it was a crisis that night in the Pearl of the Night, whether he had figured out the occasion, or whether he was calmed down by the name of the national mission, in short, he put away his usual appearance and became calm and serious. He really didn't expect it.
The person he randomly chooses to talk to on the open deck will be the true owner of the night pearl.
Even though he might have been a little confused at the time, he never expected that fate would really play a joke on him.
He thought that even if he exposed a slightly different side of himself than usual, the other party was just a weak foreign girl anyway. After the mission was completed, he would never meet again, so it didn't matter. The consequence was that after he gave her the [Illusion Card],
Night Crow's identity was completely exposed.
Moreover, unlike everyone else, only in Veronica's eyes, he is the one who is slightly silent, calm, and able to think about many things, the one who takes off the mask and is the original him.
The only person who knows what he is now.
The two people, who had a somewhat special relationship, met in this way after a long time.
Seeing Fangran avert his eyes slightly, Veronica smiled. No one knew whether she was really happy at the moment.
"It seems you remember my name well."
Fangran was silent for a moment, looked at the Crimson Queen's scepter on the desk, then paused slightly, shook his head, sighed helplessly and said:
"I didn't expect that you would give me such a valuable thing."
"I didn't expect that you would meet Abel there."
Veronica took the red wine sent by the silent maid next to her, the goblet stopped between her white fingers, and the blood-colored liquid swayed in the glass container under the gaze of her silver-gray pupils.
She smiled casually, as if she was talking about a trivial matter that was not important:
"The Crimson Queen is the symbol of our O'Brien family and also the symbol of Fiseld."
After listening to Veronica's words, Fang Ran looked dumbly at the golden scepter inlaid with a huge crimson crystal in his hand, and smiled slightly:
"So, why do you want this kind of thing..."
"Why should I give it to you?"
Before Fangran could finish speaking, Veronica turned her head and leaned close to the screen to look at him. The shoulder straps of the gorgeous skirt slightly slipped from her pale shoulders. From this angle, Fangran could vaguely see her neckline.
The unobstructed snow-white arc in the middle.
His pupils shrank and he subconsciously wanted to look away again, when he saw Veronica had already stood up with a slight smile and said:
"Because didn't you say that we are friends?"
Fangran was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his face and smiled bitterly to cover up his blushing heartbeat, remembering what he had said to Veronica in that room that night when the Pearl of the Night sank.
"Although, rather than being friends, I hope you agree to my proposal at that time."
As if she had deliberately made that move provocatively just now, Veronica shook the goblet, and the European and American sexiness and beauty were vividly reflected in her long silver-gray hair and pale skin.
Similar to Ling but completely different, compared to Ling's appearance, which is more like a teenage girl, Veronica is the mixed-race beauty who completely embodies the Chinese style.
Leaning on the crimson armrest sofa with gold inlay, she took off her mask and spread out the aura that originally belonged to her. In the figure of the cold-toned pale beauty, she could no longer find the frail and elegant figure wearing tortoiseshell glasses.
'Monica' look.
With her true personality, she has the power to make any man's mouth dry and his blood surge.
"Moreover, he also wears a mask to hide his nature, identity, and strength, hiding where others cannot see him, and observing the world around him..."
Lowering her eyes, her silver-gray pupils slid in the half-closed narrow eye sockets, looking in Fangran's direction, Veronica's voice whispered with an inexplicable meaning.
"We are the same kind, aren't we?"
After hearing this, Fangran remained silent without answering, and Veronica just looked at him.
After a long time, Fangran suddenly smiled bitterly as if he had no choice. He put down the scepter called Crimson Queen in his hand, looked at Veronica on the screen who was an unknown distance away from him, and sighed softly, as if he couldn't laugh or cry.
Opening:
"I'm not as powerful as you say."
He shook his head, raised his gaze, looked at Veronica, who would have looked at her as a friend, and thought about his words for a moment.
"I just..."
Thinking of the days spent in rented houses or night games, Fangran smiled knowingly, and said with a smile:
"I just like that way of life."
Speaking of which, maybe it's because Veronica learned her true appearance, maybe it's because the two of them are far away from each other anyway, but maybe it's just because...
On that night when the Pearl of the Night was trapped in a storm, they were trapped together in the underground ballroom.
In short, Fangran smiled bitterly, and his tone was helpless, as if he was complaining to a close friend of his.
"Moreover, whether it's Ye Crow's status as a wanted person, or things like that night's Pearl of the Night, many things were actually forced by me to do that step, and so was that power."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "So, this is the reason why you rejected me at that time?"
Even though the corners of her mouth were slightly raised after hearing Fangran's tone, Veronica still spoke in an aggressive tone with narrowed eyes.
-'So, be my lover, Fangran.'-
Even though more than half a month has passed, the impact of these words has not diminished at all to Fangran.
"Although it's not the case, can we not talk about this issue?"
Fangran said helplessly, rubbing his eyebrows, and then he saw Veronica's silver-grey pupils staring at him, as if waiting for his answer.
So he looked up at the office where he was.
Although it is not as good as the one he stayed in that morning, it is still high-end and bright enough, symbolizing that the owner has a high status in the Capital-Xike District and has an annual salary of one million.
"You know, I came to the largest private hospital in China today. Because the owner is a very familiar participant, I was thrown into the position of experiencing high-level decision-making for a whole day."
Fangran said with a sigh, thinking of the complicated documents to be processed in the morning, his head felt swollen.
He took a long breath and looked at the elegant, sexy and beautiful Veronica. He stopped thinking about the things that he found troublesome and suddenly felt a little relaxed.
"Then I saw a permission document regarding group recruitment, which required my signature."
Veronica raised her eyebrows slightly, wondering why Fangran suddenly mentioned this. The warm light of the Empire Manor broke through the relief marble walls and filled the luxurious palace-like room she was in.
Then she saw Fang Ran smile bitterly:
"The people up there are all graduates from prestigious schools that I looked up to in the past."
Fangran raised his head and looked at Veronica, with a calm look in his eyes as if he didn't know what he was thinking.
"But now they all need my permission to work in this top hospital in China. Don't you feel the contrast is a bit big?"
He smiled and looked at the more than 20 floors of the Sacred Heart Group overlooking the Xike District, which symbolizes the high-end level.
"Those who I once looked up to and envied, and thought they were from famous schools and had a lot of knowledge and skills, may not even be qualified to be your employees. Even this company is already very powerful in my opinion.
A hospital may not mean anything to you."
Fangran spread his hands helplessly and sighed, while Veronica looked at him without saying anything, as if she was complaining to her classmates.
"So, I can't even imagine the world you live in."
"And, lovers and stuff..."
Speaking of this, Fangran was a little embarrassed to say anything. He turned his eyes away from Veronica in front of him, closed his eyes and sighed as if he didn't know whether to laugh or cry:
"This topic is too adult for me. What do you say to someone who has not yet entered society?"
After speaking, Fangran raised his eyes slightly, lowered his eyes, and looked quietly at the Crimson Queen in his hand.
The beautiful, elegant and brilliant crimson scepter represents another layer of deeper meaning.
"Do you know what you rejected?"
Abruptly, Veronica spoke coldly without expression, and her standard Chinese was even more smooth in her mouth as a European and American.
Just when Fangran was about to sigh and speak, Veronica continued.
She put her arms on the gilded armrests to support her cheeks, and turned her eyes back to the red wine in her goblet.
His eyes were distant, his silver-grey pupils staring at the reflection of the blood-red liquid, as if he was thinking thoughtfully.
"I originally thought you didn't know, but now it seems like you know it very well."
"Ye Crow, no, maybe I should call you Fangran."
Veronica suddenly turned her head and raised her white neck slightly, like a queen looking at the knight who rejected her.
The silver-gray pupils carry inexplicable power.
"Don't you have any desire?"
"desire?"
Fangran raised his eyes, stared at Veronica without any fluctuation, and asked back as if he didn't understand.
"Everyone has desires, money, women, higher status, better wine."
Veronica's tone was arrogant. She held up her cheeks and looked at the red wine trapped in the goblet and smiled or spoke contemptuously.
At this moment, she is the master of Fiseld in Fangran's eyes.
"You clearly know that as long as you stand by my side, you can have all these things, and I can even satisfy you."
"Aren't you interested in money, power, or even women?"
"Don't make it sound like I have no desires or desires."
Hearing Veronica's explicit words, Fangran answered her with a wry smile.
"But isn't that the truth? Not only did Fiseld give you everything, you even gave up the chance to pin me down."
I've already said it, don't say it so openly.
Fangran thought with a wry smile, listening to Veronica's straightforward words, coupled with the impact of her on the screen in front of her, wearing only a simple and loose gorgeous skirt, a cold-toned pale and seductive body and a deep red sofa.
.
I feel a little overwhelmed by this kind of adult conversation.
"For an ordinary young man who has just awakened for more than a month, becoming the lover of a world-class socialite and possessing wealth and power is such a dreamy and unreal thing."
"How do you ask me to accept it calmly?"
He said with a sigh, as if he was cornered by a friend of the opposite sex, and gave his final explanation.
For some reason, he looked at Fangran who was talking to him like he had no choice.
A smile suddenly broke out on Veronica's face, and the aura of a superior person she had just now disappeared.
She seemed to be deliberately seductively posing in a sexy pose, revealing large areas of flawless white thigh skin under her gorgeous skirt. She held up her cheeks and looked at Fangran with a smile on her lips:
"No wonder you were the one who took the initiative to strike up a conversation, but you didn't even dare to hold my waist tightly."
"Oh, Ye Crow, you Chinese people are really conservative."
"Don't kill all the Chinese people with one shot. Only a fool like me would refuse such an attractive offer."
Fangran also chuckled and joked with Veronica as if he was laughing at himself. Without red wine, he could only pick up his own black wheat tangerine.
But unexpectedly, he seemed to match Veronica who was holding red wine.
"So you really don't want to come to me? From what you just said, it seems that my attraction to you still plays a large role."
Veronica only opened one eye and looked at him. Compared to the previous invitation, this time's words were more like a joke between friends.
"Being a senior executive in Sister Suqun's company for just one day is enough to give me a headache. Although I'm sorry to Brother Suqun, after today I decided to go back to the usual me who gives him a headache."
Facing the same kind who also usually wears a mask, Fangran smiled softly and spread his hands, a flash of regret or relaxation flashed in his eyes.
Indeed, if he chooses Veronica and leaves this country, he will indeed stand on a higher platform, and may have a new life, new experience, or...
Another new destiny.
However, Fangran finally rejected her proposal with a smile. Just as she joked with him about the proposal, he also jokingly replied:
"So forget it, and my English is not good."
The gorgeous smile on her face widened, and when she heard him use the excuse that his English was not good, Veronica laughed at Fangran's words.
"For the first time, I was rejected twice by a person, and it was for this reason..."
It seemed that because of her smile, Veronica's words stopped for a while. This time she took the screen directly to her side. On the screen in her arms, she could see her pale and delicate collarbones and the light blood-colored hair on the screen.
lips.
Behind the snow-white shoulders is a large exposed sexy back line, and the waist is slender and beautiful.
Fangran's expression was stunned by this heart-beating scene. Just when he was about to look away, he heard the second half of Veronica's words, seductively whispering like a lover whispering in his ear:
"As for English, I can teach you, but..."
"It has to be in bed."
The soft and soft words were like a stone thrown into Fangran's heart, causing him to almost choke on the sip of Xuanmai Ganju he drank to cover up his embarrassment.
After coughing twice, Fangran raised his head speechlessly and looked at Veronica, who was already sitting dignifiedly and smiling on the screen.
"You did it on purpose."
"Yes, as revenge for your rejection of me."
Veronica said with a smile. Fangran was choked by her direct admission. He looked away, not daring to look at her on the screen anymore, and changed the subject.
"What to do with this scepter?"
"I told you, that's a gift for you."
Thinking about the memory of hugging herself, angrily shouting into the communicator that she was dissatisfied with the order of leaving her and the entire ship, and facing the young man in front of her who refused her wealth and rights in a joking tone with her friends,
Veronica didn't know why, but she felt a little happier.
