The CEO is really domineering

Chapter 5: Departure 1

Mosen's strange gaze swept away the joy that Dongqing felt after answering the phone. She glared at him with hatred, but Dongqing had no choice but to treat him as air and go online to sleep.

The day passed like this, and Dongqing, who only cared about going online and sleeping, finally found time to worry about Mosen. She had no choice, she had already spent so much money, she couldn't offend him before he left, otherwise her hard-earned two months' salary would go down the drain, and she wouldn't even have a place to cry.

Feeling a bit hypocritical, Dongqing forced a smile and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Mosen didn't even lift his head. "I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

Dongqing rolled her eyes and said nothing. She ate some food, tidied up and went to sleep. Lying on the chair bed, she told herself to persevere, to be a good person until the end, and to send the Buddha to the west. In a few days, this abnormal and perverted guy would completely disappear from her life, and she would be able to earn a lot of money, and the day she could go home was just around the corner.

Thinking about it made her so happy that she almost laughed out loud. Afraid that Mosen would think she was crazy, Dongqing pinched her thigh hard, tears almost streaming down her face.

Bored, she counted the stars and gradually felt sleepy. She turned over with a smile and fell asleep.

Because her colleague had something to do tomorrow, she asked her and Yalan to switch shifts at the same counter. So she got off work at five o'clock. Dongqing specially went to the market to buy some glutinous rice, donkey-hide gelatin, red dates, lean meat, spinach and other ingredients to replenish the cold-faced coffin.

When she got to the door of her house, she found that the door was half open. Without thinking too much, Dongqing pushed the door open. As soon as she stepped in, she felt a cold iron pipe against her temple. With her simple mind, she raised her hand to push away the cold iron pipe. "Don't move," a cold and emotionless male voice came from behind the door. Dongqing's raised arm hung in the air, and she turned her head slightly to look at the "iron pipe". "Oh my god! Isn't this a gun?" At that moment, Dongqing's soul almost flew out of her body. The glutinous rice, donkey-hide gelatin and other ingredients in her hand fell to the ground, and she leaned against the door, her legs trembling. Dongqing thought to herself: Is he trying to kill me to keep me quiet?

When Mosen, who was sitting inside, saw that it was Dongqing, he was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand at the fat snake holding the gun, telling him to put it away. Is this woman really so timid? He couldn't help but wonder. A barely noticeable smile appeared on his face.

Feeling that his head was no longer threatened by gunshots, Dongqing finally saw the situation in the room. In addition to Mosen, there were three other strangers.

One was chubby, with a face full of fat, a bit like Zhu Bajie in a certain TV drama.

The other was tall and thin, fair-skinned, and like Mosen, there was no smile on his face. The look in his eyes revealed a bloodthirsty madness, making people dare not look at him for a second time.

There was also one who was trying to be cool, wearing sunglasses in the room. His hands were crossed behind his back, holding a large silver safe.

After understanding the situation in the room, Dongqing pulled back the soul that had flown out of his body. Seeing this situation, Mosen was probably going to leave today. Suddenly, Dongqing felt a sense of emptiness and loss. For some reason, he forced a smile and pretended not to care.

Mosen said to the man with sunglasses, "The goods."

Zheng Feng took the box and placed it on the table. "Miss Dongqing, thank you. This is two million."

"Is this how you thank someone? There's not even a bit of gratitude." Dongqing pouted, feeling dissatisfied with the cold and ungrateful words.

Kicking the things scattered on the ground, Dongqing looked up at Mosen. His face was cold and emotionless, and Dongqing suddenly felt disgusted by this man. He forced a smile and said to Zheng Feng, "Could you please open the box?"

After entering the correct password, Zheng Feng opened the box and stepped aside, as if he was making a deal with Dongqing. "There are two million in the box. Miss Dongqing, you are a smart person, I don't need to say more."

Looking at the box full of money, Dongqing couldn't believe it. After a while, she finally reacted and took out 100,000 yuan from the box, then forcefully closed the lid.

The temptation in the box was too great, and she was afraid of going against her own heart: "I'll only take this 100,000 yuan, I won't take a penny more."

There was a hint of doubt and surprise in Mosen's eyes. Didn't she need money very much? Could she be acting? Or is there another condition? Mosen's eyes darkened.

Mosen's expression made Dongqing's heart sink, and she sneered, "In my eyes, what I've done is only worth 100,000 yuan. I won't ask for more of your money, it would be a burden for me. And you don't have to worry about me asking for other conditions to extort you, you can rest assured. I don't know who you are, but I know I cherish my own worthless life."

The implication was clear: in my eyes, your life is only worth 100,000 yuan, don't be too arrogant.

There was a coldness in Mosen's mouth, "I hope so."

"But." Dongqing's tone changed, and she jokingly smiled, "To put your mind at ease, I have already thought of the condition I want to propose, I hope you will keep your word."

Mosen's face grew darker, "Speak, what is your condition?"

Finally able to vent for herself, Dongqing pretended to be serious and said, "My condition is very simple, just help me pick up the things on the ground."

Dongqing politely pointed to the scattered glutinous rice, red dates, and spinach on the ground, and then smiled at them. These things that I kindly bought were made a mess by you, I was just worrying about it, and now someone is willing to do it for me. I don't have to serve them anymore.

Zheng Feng and the other two were sweating profusely, all looking at Mo Sen. Could it be that the boss really ordered us to pick it up?

Facing Mo Sen's unpredictable gaze, Dong Qing put on a pitiful and helpless look, her big watery eyes glancing at Mo Sen in panic, as if she was a guilty little wife. Occasionally, the corner of her mouth betrayed her triumphant attitude.

Under the four intense gazes, Mo Sen's face was full of black lines and his mouth twitched. After a few seconds of daze, his eyes flashed with a sinister and bloodthirsty light, and he walked towards Dong Qing step by step. The tangible killing intent seemed to scare Dong Qing and the others. Seeing the panic in Dong Qing's eyes, Mo Sen's mouth curved into a sinister smile.

"Boss, your injury is just getting better, let me do it!" A murderous intent enveloped Dong Qing.

"Okay, you guys help me pick it up!" Mo Sen turned and walked towards the bed, a smug smile on his lips. Leaving behind Dong Qing and the others who were stunned and caught off guard.

Finally, Dong Qing, who had reacted, burst out with a hatred of being played, awakening the three unexpected guests who were dumbfounded. The three of them could hardly believe that this was the same cold and rigid boss. In the end, they reluctantly cleaned up the mess on the ground.