To be precise, she is a rare beauty.
The beauty had bloodshot eyes, thin lips, a high nose, and fair skin.
What's most captivating are her bright red lips, as if stained with blood, and her head full of silver hair.
Even in the most ordinary shirt and trousers, he couldn't suppress his aloof and elegant demeanor; every smile and gesture made him seem like a vampire nobleman who had stepped out of a painting.
The assistant stood there stunned, her lips slightly parted, speechless for a long time.
This... this... could this be President Shen's lover?
Heaven has finally opened its eyes and the cycad has bloomed!
Shen Qianshan's brows furrowed, his tone icy. "What are you laughing at?"
Oh, so that's not the case.
The assistant's heart, which had been pounding in his chest, instantly calmed down. He silently pursed his lips, said "Sorry to bother you," and numbly withdrew.
"How?"
Feng Yuan lightly twirled the fountain pen between his fingertips, and as soon as he raised his eyes, his silver hair fell all over his shoulders.
"Is President Shen so domineering that he doesn't even allow smiling?"
Shen Qianshan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he turned his head to the side without making a sound.
"I told you I'm not a bad person, but you didn't believe me; I wanted to quit my job, but you wouldn't allow it. It's so painful for my weak and helpless heart, imprisoned in this tiny space by you every day..."
Feng Yuan stood up and walked towards the man, her tone forlorn and pitiful, her tall and elegant figure displayed before him.
Slim waist, long legs, supple and shapely.
Unfortunately, the room's owner was a blockhead.
Shen Mutou's voice was tense and unmoved. "On your second day at the company, a document went missing. The surveillance footage shows that only you touched my computer."
"When I ask you a question, you evade the question. Feng Yuan, I think I have ample reason to doubt you."
Shen Qianshan stared at him with sharp eyes, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed, and his deep, rugged features exuded a strong killing intent.
"If it weren't for the Feng Family's influence, you wouldn't even have the chance to sit in this office right now."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a warm touch on her thigh.
Long, beautiful, fair hands rested on his legs, and Shen Qianshan's muscles instantly tensed, reflexively gripping the young man's wrists.
Feng Yuan's red lips curled slightly, and with a twist of her waist, she used her skill to climb onto the man's body. Her slender arms seemed soft but were surprisingly strong, and in the blink of an eye, she had exchanged several blows with Shen Qianshan.
Shen Qianshan, a graduate of a military academy, possessed terrifying explosive power in close combat. His office chair creaked under the strain as it quickly turned around, and the sounds of their physical struggle grew increasingly clear.
Remembering that the assistant had returned before answering President Shen's question, I peeked through the crack in the door and was startled by the unspeakable commotion inside the office.
The door closed softly again, as if it had never been opened.
But both people inside the room noticed.
At that moment, Feng Yuan was being pinned down on the desk by a pair of strong hands, half of his face pressed against the surface, his silver hair spread out freely.
Her bloodshot eyes, moist with tears, looked at the man, her madness undisguised.
Shen Qianshan: "Who sent you?"
Feng Yuan snorted, "I won't tell you."
" The Xu Family?" Shen Qianshan dismissed the idea immediately after speaking; Feng Yuan's skills were not those of an ordinary person.
He pulled Feng Yuan's right hand back and calmly analyzed, "The skin on the back of your hand is smooth, but your palm is covered with thick calluses and fine scratches. There are thick calluses on the fingertips, the web of your thumb, the sides of your index finger, and the palm, which are obviously caused by holding a gun for a long time."
"There are calluses on the lower right side of the left ring finger, on the tendon below the thumb, and in the gap between the thumb and index finger."
"You are skilled at sniping, usually use a pistol, and are right-handed, but your left hand is adept at using knives and daggers, and you occasionally wield dual pistols."
Shen Qianshan stared intently at him, her tone resolute. "You're an assassin."
"Oh?" A heavy pulling sensation came from his arm, as if it were being torn apart. Feng Yuan a deep breath, cursing Shen Qianshan inwardly for being so stubborn, while his smile became even more dazzling.
How do you know I'm not a soldier?
Shen Qianshan was slightly taken aback; he had indeed ruled out that idea at first.
However, the dangerous aura emanating from Feng Yuan, like a venomous snake clinging to his back, and his ruthless yet unorthodox fighting techniques, had nothing to do with the word "military".
So Shen Qianshan shook his head and said, "You are not."
Feng Yuan burst into hearty laughter.
"Yes, I'm not." His expression was frantic as he looked at the tall, handsome man with striking features before him, and said, enunciating each word clearly, "But I know you are."
Shen Qianshan's eyelids twitched twice. His subconscious told him that he couldn't keep pressing him, so he changed the subject without making a sound.
"Did your boss send you here because of the project I have?"
"No." Feng Yuan's blood-red eyes shimmered, her alluring charm concealing a hidden possessiveness. "To take your life."
Both the lost document in Shen Qianshan's hand and the blatant figure under surveillance silently revealed Feng Yuan's purpose for this trip.
He did it on purpose.
She deliberately exposed herself, intentionally trying to get men to notice her.
Their behavior was blatant and made no attempt to conceal it.
Shen Qianshan frowned. Even though he had the absolute advantage, Shen Qianshan still had the feeling that someone was holding a gun to the back of his head.
This person is clearly a madman!
"Aaaaaaah, help me--"
Wen Jiu dragged Feng Chi along, dodging and running wildly, with a horde of zombies trailing behind them, occasionally firing "poison gas bombs." Wen Jiu darted left and right haphazardly, giving Feng Chi no time to react.
Feng Chi:...
After eliminating the Chang'an group, the two had only two bullets and one grenade left. At first, Wen Jiu was particularly happy to encounter one or two ghostly zombies, and threw out the grenade to prepare to pick up new equipment.
Unexpectedly, they had no equipment, and a group of zombies appeared.
The zombies, played by staff members, weren't originally meant to scare the flustered cat, but Wen Jiu's reaction was just too adorable.
They didn't actually fight back, just followed behind, occasionally pretending to be fierce and giving a perfunctory "attack," then watched the cat drag the lifeless-looking big dog on a parkour run.
The viewers in the live stream were laughing hysterically!
Zombie: "Heh! I'm going to eat you!"
Wen Jiu ran away with a long face, crying, "Waaaaah, I don't taste good... By the way, why are there still no guns or ammunition?! I can't take it anymore!"
The zombie thought to itself, "If you're so capable, surrender! Don't drag President Feng and run away so fast!"
Working people get tired too, you know!
The ghost gracefully floated behind, suspended by wires, not forgetting to sneak in his own message while carrying out his mission: "Wife, stop! Let me take a bite!"
Suddenly, the person who shouldn't have stopped stopped.
The ghost, covered in a blood-red skull, felt a chill run down its spine under the man's cold, unfeeling gaze. "... Excuse me."
The ghost bowed gracefully, turned slowly, and then drifted away, watched by the horde of zombies.
The scene was eerily quiet.
"Huh?" Wen Jiu realized he had left his wife behind while running. He turned back, grabbed Feng Chi's hand, and was about to continue running around like a dog.
Suddenly, a large hand covered my head and gently rubbed it.
"Wife," Feng Chi reminded her helplessly, "The game is over."
Wen Jiu was still stunned and hadn't recovered yet. She blinked her peach blossom eyes twice, and her eyes were moist and red.
After a moment, he tilted his head slightly, the ahoge (cowlick) on his head swaying in a slight arc. "... Huh?"