Miss Bai's Sick Little Wolf Cub
[New book,'A Metaphysical Big Boss, She Slashes a Scum with a Single Slash' is being serialized ~]
1v1 Shuang Jie, brother and sister
Bai Mo, a publicly recognized senior management talent of the headhunting company, stood out among the men on Wall Street. His methods were ruthless, and who wouldn't say that women were not inferior to men?
But in her heart, she was just a lowly worker.
She loved money and beautiful men. Her romantic stories were not inferior to her iron-blooded methods. There were not many people who were proud of their love life in the business world, but Bai Mo wanted to be proud for the rest of his life.
Bai Mo thought that he would never get married in his life and would live this life heartlessly. However, he did not expect that a contract would force a little puppy to stick to it.
Later on, after spending more time together, the little puppy revealed its sharp teeth. When it bit people, it really hurt.
[Small Theater]
Bai Mo walked into the office. Someone who was supposed to be reading documents was watching a movie.
"Tang Jun, tell me, do you want to die?"
"Sister, you're here. Come and watch my movie. I'm going to show off my abs!"
Bai Mo patted his face and gave a fake smile."Young Master Tang, I really want to beat you to death."
The man's face blushed and he said bashfully,"Sister, this isn't good, is it?" In the office."
Bai Mo was speechless.
It was another day of being angered by his thin-skinned face. However, this child's abdominal muscles were not pricked.
[The beautiful and valiant working lady, Miss Bai; the white wolf cub, Young Master Tang.]
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.