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The Master's Mask Unveiled Again

The all-powerful boss is stripped of his identity again! One is handsome while the other is proud; the two-faced refined rascal versus a cynical girl with hidden identities. Everyone secretly jokei that Master Mo’s wife is an ignorant and incompetent little tyrant. Bad at her studies? Lu Mian emergei as the top student for science at her college entrance examination. No talent? Lu Mian shows everyone how competent she is at multitasking by playing the piano with one hand, and painting with the other during a live performance. A prodigal? She makes a small fortune in just two days with her limited knowledge. Boxing, Go chess, appraising treasures, car racing… Bring it on! She can do them all. The soft-spoken Xiao Qimo adjusts his glasses with pride. “Who else has something to say?” One of his subordinates raises his hand cautiously. “Master Mo, your wife seems to be the one who single-handedly destroyed the illegal laboratory.” Xiao Qimo looks at his wife who is quietly practicing calligraphy. “That’s impossible!” It isn’t until… During the general meeting for the International Elite Organization, both Xiao Qimo and Lu Mian wear a mask. They take the stage and succeed as the organization’s Chief and Deputy Chief, respectively. The Deputy Chief beside me looks like my wife. This is Xiao Qimo’s thought. The Chief looks like someone I know. Lu Mian is thinking the same thing, too. Soon, the newly appointed Chief is seen blocking his deputy at the ladies’ room. What happens when two strong and uncorrupted individuals fall for each other?

Dou Dou has copper coins · Urbano
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641 Chs

Chapter 545: He Shouldn't Have Asked That Question

The first time?

Mo Si's hand in the front seat suddenly trembled. After attending a concert, had Mr. Mo become this unrestrained?

So bashful, he was still a baby.

He felt the car was going a bit fast, so he stepped on the brake.

Xiao Qimo in the backseat gave him a cold glance, didn't bother about it, and continued to stare at Lu Mian as he asked.

"Are there any more?"

He wasn't the first to see her play the piano, he wasn't the first to give her a hand warmer, he wasn't the first man to be by her side, and so on...

He had missed too many of her first times.

He couldn't change the past, but for the future, he wanted to possessively have every one of her first times.

Lu Mian didn't know what he was thinking, she casually leaned back in the rear seat, lazily lifting her eyelids.

She spoke calmly, "Yes, quite a few."

Xiao Qimo, with a slight smile, asked, "For example?"