With her silver-gray noble hair scattered on the screen, she took off all her disguises, and she changed from Monica back to Veronica, back to the Empress who controlled Fissell.

The gold-plated armrests on the crimson sofa felt elegant and luxurious, and Veronica leaned there, cocking her snow-white legs under the hem of her skirt, and smiling at Fang Ran on the other end of the screen.

She didn't speak, just smiled and looked at Fang Ran.

The silver-gray pupils filled with the exact same look that night pearl.

In the end, Fang Ran was defeated first, and looked away, that is, his usual appearance was more or less exaggerated, but he was really not good at dealing with this kind of woman who was no longer an ordinary level.

Why?

Maybe it's just a lack of self-confidence...

For Veronica, Fang Ran actually didn't know how to deal with it, just like the mysterious and enchanting person who wore a black cloth cloak and treated him as a possession.

Whether it was a crisis that night in the pearl of the night, whether it was a clear distinction of the occasion, or whether he was suppressed by the name of the national task, in short, he put away his usual appearance, and he really didn't expect it to be calm and serious.

The person he chooses to talk to on the open-air deck will be the true owner of the pearl of the night.

Even if he may have been a little puzzled at the time, he didn't expect fate to really play a joke on him.

I thought that even if he exposed a slightly different side of himself than usual, the other party was just a soft and weak foreign girl anyway, and the task was completed and he would never meet again, so it didn't matter that the consequence was that after he gave her the [phantom card], he completely exposed the identity of the night crow.

And, unlike everyone, only in Veronica's eyes, he is the one who is a little silent, calm, and can think about many things, the one who took off the mask, the original.

The only person who knows what he is now.

The two who have a slightly special relationship met in this way after a long time.

Seeing Fang Ran look away a little evasively, Veronica smiled, no one knew if she was really happy at the moment.

"Looks like you've memorized my name."

Fang Ran was silent for a moment, looking at the Crimson Empress Scepter on the desk, then paused slightly, shook his head and sighed helplessly:

"I didn't expect you to give me something so valuable."

"I didn't expect you to meet Abel there."

Veronica took the red wine from the silent maid next to her, the goblet paused between her snow-white fingers, and the blood-colored liquid swayed in the glass container under the gaze of her silver-gray pupils.

She smiled casually, as if to say something that was not important but was a small thing:

"The Scarlet Empress is the symbol of our O'Brien family, and the symbol of Fissell."

Listening to Veronica's words, Fang Ran looked dumbly at the golden scepter inlaid with a huge crimson crystal in his hand, and said with a slightly wry smile:

"So, why would you want to do this thing..."

"Why should you give it to you?"

Before Fang Ran could finish speaking, Veronica turned her head and leaned closer to the screen to look at him, the straps of her gorgeous skirt slid slightly down her pale shoulders, and from this angle, she could faintly see the unconcealed snow-white arc of her neckline.

His pupils shrunk and he subconsciously wanted to look away again, when he saw Veronica already chuckling and got up and spoke:

"Because didn't you say we're friends?"

Fang Ran was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his face, smiled wryly to hide his heartbeat and blushed just now, remembering what he had said to Veronica in that room on the night when the Night Pearl sank.

"Although, I would have liked you to agree to my offer at the time rather than be a friend."

It seemed that she had deliberately made that kind of gesture just now, Veronica shook her goblet, and the sensuality and beauty of the European and American people were vividly reflected in her long silver-gray hair and pale skin.

Similar to Ling but completely different, compared to the appearance of Ling who is more like a teenage girl, Veronica is a mixed-race beauty who thoroughly embodies a different style from Huaxia.

Leaning on the crimson gold-inlaid armchair sofa, she took off her mask and spread out the aura that originally belonged to her, and in the cold pale beauty figure, she could no longer find the appearance of the tortoiseshell glasses and the weak 'Monica'.

Under her true character, she has the impact of making any man's mouth dry and his blood gushing.

"And, with the same mask, he hides his nature, identity, and power, hiding out of the eyes of others, observing the world around him..."

Lowering her eyes, her silver-gray pupils slid through the half-closed narrow eye sockets, looking in Fang Ran's direction, Veronica's voice was soft and inexplicable.

"We're one kind, aren't we?"

Hearing this, Fang Ran was silent without answering, and Veronica just looked at him.

After a long time, Fang Ran suddenly smiled bitterly, he put down the scepter called the Crimson Empress in his hand, looked at Veronica, who was not much away from him on the screen, and sighed lightly as if crying and laughing:

"I'm not as good as you say."

He shook his head, raised his gaze at Veronica, who could have looked at her if he were a friend, and thought about his words for a moment.

"I just..."

Thinking of the days in the rental house or in the night game, Fang Ran smiled, he smiled and said:

"I just like that way of life."

Speaking of which, maybe Veronica learned what she really looked like, maybe the two were far away anyway, but maybe it was just because...

On that stormy night, they were trapped together in the underground dance hall.

In short, Fang Ran smiled bitterly, and his tone was helpless, as if he was complaining to his close friends.

"Moreover, whether it is the wanted identity of the night crow, or something like the pearl of the night that night, many things are actually forced by me to do that step, and that power is actually the same."

"So, that's why you rejected me at the time?"

Even though the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked when she heard Fang Ran's tone, Veronica still squinted her eyes in an aggressive tone.

- 'So, be my lover, Fang Ran. ’-

Even after more than half a month, the impact of this sentence is still undiminished for Fang Ran.

"It's not, but can we not talk about it."

Fang Ran said helplessly rubbing his eyebrows, and then he saw Veronica's silver-gray pupils staring at him, as if waiting for his answer.

So he looked up at the office he was in.

Although it is not as good as the one he stayed in the morning, it is also high-end and bright enough, symbolizing the owner's status in the capital-Xike District, with an annual salary of one million.

"You know, I'm here today at one of the largest private hospitals in China, and because the owner is a very familiar participant, I'm thrown here to experience a full day of high-level decision-making."

Fang Ran said with a light sigh, thinking of those complicated pending documents in the morning, and felt his mind swell.

He exhaled a long breath, looked at the elegant and sexy and beautiful bright Veronica, and didn't think about the things that he felt troublesome, and suddenly felt a little relaxed.

"Then I saw a permission document for the group's recruitment, which required my signature."

Veronica raised her eyebrows slightly, not understanding why Fang Ran suddenly said this, the warm light of the Imperial Manor broke through the walls of the relief marble paintings, filling the luxurious palace-like room she was in.

Then at this time, she saw Fang Ran smile bitterly:

"The people on it are all graduates of prestigious schools that I looked up to before."

Fang Ran raised his head to look at Veronica, with a calm look in his eyes that he didn't know what he was thinking.

"But now they all need my permission to enter this top hospital in China, doesn't it feel a bit of a big contrast?"

He smiled and looked at the more than twenty floors of the Sacred Heart Group looking down, symbolizing the high-end level of the Xike District.

"Those people I once looked up to and envied, and felt that they were from prestigious schools and had a lot of knowledge and technology, may not even be qualified to be your employees, even if this hospital is already very powerful in my opinion, it may not be anything to you."

Fang Ran stretched out his hands and sighed helplessly, Veronica looked at him without saying anything, as if she was complaining to her classmates.

"So, I can't imagine the world you're in."

"And, lover or something..."

Speaking of this, Fang Ran was a little ashamed to speak, turned his gaze away, didn't look at Veronica in front of him, closed his eyes and sighed like crying and laughing:

"It's too much of an adult topic for me, what do you say to someone who hasn't yet entered society."

After speaking, Fang Ran raised his eyes slightly, lowered his eyes, and quietly stared at the crimson empress in his hand.

The crimson scepter, which represents another layer of deeper meaning, is beautiful, elegant and splendid.

"Do you know what you turned down?"

Abruptly, Veronica did not speak coldly, and the standard Chinese was even more undulating in her mouth, which was European and American.

As soon as Fang Ran wanted to sigh and speak, Veronica continued to speak.

She rested her arms on the gilded armrests, cupped her cheeks, and turned her gaze back to the red wine in her goblet.

His gaze was far away, and his silver-gray pupils were staring at the reflection of the blood-red liquid, as if he was thinking thoughtfully.

"I thought you didn't know, but now it seems that you know what you do."

"Night Raven, no, maybe I should call you Fang Ran."

Veronica turned her head suddenly, her snow-white neck slightly raised, like an empress looking at a knight who had rejected her.

Silver-gray pupils with inexplicable strength.

"Don't you have desires?"

"Desire?"

Fang Ran raised his eyes and looked at Veronica without any fluctuation in his eyes, as if he didn't understand the rhetorical question.

"Everybody has desires, money, women, wants a higher status, wants better wine."

Veronica's haughty tone, she bracked her cheeks and chuckled or spoke contemptuously as she looked at the red wine trapped in the goblet.

At this moment, she is the owner of that Fiselde in Fang Ran's eyes.

"You know that as long as you stand on my side, you can have these things, and even I can satisfy you."

"Aren't you interested in money, power, or even women?"

"Don't say it, I don't seem to have any desires."

Listening to Veronica's explicit words, Fang Ran replied to her with a wry smile.

"But isn't that the case, not only is it all that Fissell can give you, but you have even given up the chance to crush me under you."

It's all said, don't say it so explicitly.

Fang Ran thought to himself with a wry smile, listening to Veronica's straightforward words, coupled with the screen in front of her, wearing only a simple and loose gorgeous skirt, a cold-toned pale and seductive body and the impact of the crimson sofa.

I feel a little overwhelmed by this kind of adult conversation.

"For an ordinary young man who has just woken up for more than a month, becoming the lover of a world-class celebrity, with wealth and power by the way, this kind of dreamy and unreal thing."

"How can you let me accept it calmly."

He sighed and said, as if he was forced by a friend of the opposite sex to have no choice, and came up with the final explanation.

I don't know why, looking at Fang Ran who has no choice but to talk to himself.

A smile suddenly bloomed on Veronica's face, and the aura of the supreme person on her body just now disappeared.

She seemed to be deliberately seductive in a sexy pose, revealing a large area of snow-white and flawless thigh skin under the gorgeous skirt, supporting her cheeks, hooking the corners of her mouth and looking at Fang Ran with a smile:

"No wonder you took the initiative to talk to me at that time, but you didn't even dare to hug my waist."

"Heh, Night Crow, you Chinese are really conservative."

"Don't kill all the Huaxia people with one shot, probably only a fool like me would refuse such a tempting offer."

Fang Ran also chuckled as if he was laughing at himself and joking with Veronica, and without red wine, he could only hold up his own Xuanmai mandarin.

But unexpectedly it was a good match with Veronica with red wine.

"So don't you really come to my side, from what you just said, it seems that my attraction to you still accounts for a large proportion."

Veronica only opened one eye and looked at him, this time it was more like a joke between friends than the previous invitation.

"Just being a high-level executive in Sister Recovery's company for a day is enough to give me a headache, although I'm sorry for Brother Suqun, but sure enough, after today, I still decided to change back to the usual me who gave him a bit of a headache."

Facing the same kind of people who also usually wore masks, Fang Ran smiled lightly and spread his hands, and a flash flashed in his eyes, not knowing whether it was regret or relaxation.

Indeed, if he chooses Veronica and chooses to leave this country, he will indeed stand on a higher platform, and maybe there will be a new life, a new experience, or rather...

Another new fate.

However, Fang Ran finally rejected her proposal with a smile, just like she joked with herself, he also jokingly replied:

"So forget it, and I don't speak English well."

The gorgeous smile on her face widened, and Veronica was amused by Fang Ran's words when she heard him say the excuse that he didn't speak good English.

"The first time, I was rejected twice by a person, and for this reason..."

It seemed that Veronica's words stopped a little because of the smile, and this time she directly took the screen to herself, and on the screen held in her arms, Fang Ran could see her pale and delicate collarbones, and light lips with a faint blood color.

Behind the snow-white shoulders is a large exposed sexy back line, and the waist is slender and beautiful.

Fang Ran's expression was stunned by this scene of heartbeat, and when he just wanted to look away, he heard the second half of Veronica's words, and the whisper of temptation like sympathy sounded softly in his ear:

"I can teach you English, but..."

"Gotta be in bed."

The gentle and gentle words were like a stone thrown into the water in Fang Ran's heart, making him almost choke on the mouthful of Xuanmai sweet orange that he drank to hide his embarrassment.

coughed violently twice, Fang Ran raised his head speechlessly, and looked at Veronica, who was already sitting in a dignified and smiling manner on the screen.

"You did it on purpose."

"That's right, as revenge for your rejection of me."

Veronica said with a smile, Fang Ran's words were suddenly choked by her direct admit, he looked away, didn't dare to look at her on the screen again, and changed the topic.

"What about this scepter?"

"I said, that's a gift for you."

Thinking about the memory of hugging herself, angrily shouting into the communicator about her dissatisfaction with the orders of her and the whole boat, and facing the young man in front of her who refused to use a joke with her friends for her wealth rights, Veronica felt that she was more happy for some reason.

So she smiled and mentally added what she didn't say.

As that stormy night, in the underground ballroom, when the hull of the ship tilted, your first reaction was to hug me and pretend to be 'Monica' at the time, and hit the wall with your back... ()

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