"With the Chu family's influence in Asia, do you think he won't know that you have returned to China? But he still indulges you and allows you to achieve your own career. Why?"
"Why?" Wu Bingxuan asked back following his words, his heart skipping a beat.
"Bing'er, you have to learn to think for yourself." A thick palm brushed the back of her head, and Mu Ziluo said softly: "Based on your understanding of Chu Wenbo, what do you think he wants?"
I'm afraid it's not that simple.
What does he want?
Wu Bingxuan lowered his head, frowning and thinking deeply, would he get her? But he allowed her to achieve his career. Based on her understanding of Chu Wenbo, he shouldn't be so forbearing.
"When a person starts planning something, he will have a purpose. Only by knowing the other party's purpose can you set up a trap and lure the enemy deeper. Only in this way can you succeed. Do you understand?"
Rough fingertips touched her cheek, Mu Ziluo looked at her lovingly, his blue eyes exuding soft light.
He knew that she wanted to succeed, to successfully bring down that man, but she was so arrogant and just wanted to kill the man with her own hands. His Bing'er was so stubborn and arrogant.
It’s hard not to love him with this temperament!
Chu Wenbo’s purpose?
Wu Bingxuan bit her lower lip lightly, thinking about it but still couldn't figure it out.
"Rest first! Since he has a purpose, he will be exposed slowly. There is no rush!" Mu Ziluo put his arm around her shoulders and forced her to lie down on the bed. "Sleep first, we will be busy tomorrow."
Pulling the quilt to cover her, Mu Ziluo rubbed the hair on the top of her head and kissed her softly, "Good night."
After saying that, he stood up and turned off the lights, leaving only the bedside lamp to illuminate the dark night.
"Crack!"
The sound of the door closing was heard in his ears. Wu Bingxuan stared at the dim yellow light on the bed in a daze. His thoughts were spinning again and again, but he still couldn't figure out what Chu Wenbo wanted.
Until his eyes closed tiredly, and he fell into a deep sleep.
"Did you get any results from the check I asked you to do?"
In the study next door, Mu Ziluo lit a cigarette, leaned lazily on the leather chair, and talked with the person on the computer screen.
"Well, I found it out and will e-mail it to you directly." Hanmian said calmly on the screen.
"Yes! Thanks." Mu Ziluo blew out a smoke ring and thanked him softly.
"No, have you really admitted defeat this time?" Looking at his friend's sad face, Hanmian frowned and asked.
Wu Bingxuan, the girl he had trained for five years, was just too cold-hearted. Such a person would never leave any room for ruthlessness.
"Do I have a way out?" Mu Ziluo murmured, and the scene at the dinner just came to mind. She was beautiful, so beautiful, and her smile was as bright as the rising sun, but he couldn't decide who she was.
Heart, does she love him? He asked himself, and the answer was confused.
"When will you return to China?" Knowing his friend's confusion, Hanmian spoke up to change the subject.
"It should take some time."
His Bing'er is too stubborn and wants to do everything by herself, even if she stumbles along the way.
"Remember to notify me when the time comes. Bye!!"
"Um!"
With a soft response, Mu Ziluo cut off the video call and looked out the window with his blue eyes.
Bing'er, I don't want to hurt you.
I will give you whatever you want, but you have to pay for whatever I want.