Disguised as a man, the chief pet of the president

Chapter 221

Luo Xiaofan raised his head, Mo Yinfeng was in front of him.

His eyes were cold, as if he wanted to strangle her to death.

She looked away slightly.

"Luo Xiaofan, you have become smarter, and you have learned how to test?" His voice was cold without any warmth.But with extreme sarcasm.

This woman has really changed. In the past, when he yelled at her like this just now, her eyes would have been filled with tears of grievance, but now she is able to drink this bowl of porridge so calmly.

Is she so sure that she can't bear to let her drink?

Are you so sure that you don't want to see her suffer?
Luo Xiaofan still had no expression.

Yes, it is.

She just wanted to test, to test if he, Mo Yinfeng, cared a little bit. In the past two years, she hadn't experienced any big storms.She hadn't suffered any hardships, and the only reason for her to survive was the man in front of her.

She is no longer the former one who doesn't understand anything, just smiles heartlessly all day long, and only cries when she encounters a little setback, becoming a helpless Xiaofan.

Only after entering this world can we know how hypocritical this world is. If we want to survive, we must become strong, we must become excellent, we must understand people's hearts, and let us learn to wear masks.

In just two years, she was able to become a celebrity's closed disciple, to win an international design award, and to be successful in the design industry. Is it only talent and luck?

Who knows how much blood, tears and scheming are behind this.

Perhaps, the man in front of him still doesn't know what he has experienced.

Two years can really change a lot.

But what hasn't changed is the gnawing longing. She loves him so much, and everything she does is for him.

If he told her now that he no longer had a place for her in his heart, then no matter how hard the shell was, his heart would collapse in an instant.

Luo Xiaofan also raised his head and stared into his eyes.

It was as cold as ever, like a thousand-year-old ice that could not be pierced.

In this way, how can she see through?
"Didn't you order this porridge? Didn't you want me to eat it when you ordered it? I just don't want to make you unhappy. Is it wrong for me to do so?" Her voice was also a little tougher.

In the past two years, she had fantasized about how many times they would meet in the future, and each time was full of happiness.

Because only in that way can she survive.

However, now that they actually met each other, they looked like this, and it was inevitable that they would be disappointed.

Mo Yinfeng understood the stubbornness in her eyes.

She dared to talk to him so confidently now, didn't it mean that she was sure that she still cared.

Yeah, he cares.

Like a fool, he ordered a bowl of porridge himself, trying to make things difficult for her, but it turned out that he was the one making things difficult for her.

Oh, why did he bother.

Mo Yinfeng returned to his original position, and the expression on his face softened a little.

"You don't need to test me. Even if I care, it doesn't mean I can forgive you. You don't have to make trouble with yourself." He said very calmly, as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

He conceded.

He loves her, he cares about her, people all over the world know it clearly, but she can't be clear.

Luo Xiaofan lowered his head.

In fact, she admitted that she is really a very willful person.

She dared not to go home for two years, which proved that subconsciously she was relying on Mo Yin's style to pamper her.

But now I heard him say that he cared, and there was a feeling of heartache and difficulty breathing.

Suddenly, I still feel a little regretful.

She did hurt him, didn't she?
Otherwise, Mo Yinfeng would not easily say the three words "do not forgive".

He can say it, proving that he really hates her.

However, she was also slightly relieved.

As long as he still cares, that's enough.

From now on, she will never leave again.

She has plenty of time to make up.

Mo Yinfeng looked at her unpredictable eyes, and his mood sank little by little.

He didn't understand that when he couldn't see her, he thought and hoped for almost every second, why he couldn't help but lose his temper at her when he saw her.

What kind of result he wants, even he himself is not sure now.

Mo Yinfeng moved his eyes away from her face, and opened the folder on the table.

"I added a clause to this contract. From now on, the ownership of any of your works will belong to Moshi, which means that you can only work for Moshi in this life."

Mo Yinfeng handed the document in front of her, and Luo Xiaofan picked up a pen and signed without hesitation.

Mo Yinfeng did not expect her to be so clean and tidy.

It's not that she doesn't know that once this contract is signed, it means a lifetime contract.

Just like the ancient contract of sale, the ownership of her works belongs to Moshi, which means that she will never be able to change jobs in her life. As a designer, as long as she wants to survive and succeed in this industry, she must rely on Moshi.

Luo Xiaofan knew, of course she knew.

She also knew that this was Mo Yinfeng's last temptation, and it was also his bottom line, and that he put all his eggs in one basket meant that this was her last chance.

Because she knows him, he hasn't changed at all. He lacks the security of love, and he is used to turning his love into a prison.

In the past, she thought that he always wanted to tie her up, that it was a cage, but she ignored that his "imprisonment" was all in the name of love.

So when she handed the document to him almost within a second, he was obviously taken aback.

Mo Yinfeng put away the documents, his voice was still light, but less chilly: "Two days later, come back to China with me."

Luo Xiaofan was stunned for a moment: "But this time I am not in charge of Europe..."

Mo Yinfeng shot over with a cold light: "You are not in charge of the market, but design. After returning to China, you will not know how to design?"

Luo Xiaofan didn't make a sound anymore.

The room fell silent again.

After a long time, she finally asked, "Is Zishuang okay?"

(End of this chapter)