Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

It was already night when Ye Chuijin returned home.

The so-called "home" is actually just a rental house with two bedrooms and one living room, but it is very warmly furnished.

The corridor light broke, Ye Chuijin touched the handrail of the stairs and went up to the third floor, and rang the doorbell when he reached the door.

The door opened quickly, and a tall and handsome man in a white shirt came into view.

Ye Chuijin bends his eyes when he sees him, smiles like a cute cat, makes a "dingdong" in his mouth, and then holds out a small cake from behind.

"Dear Mr. Yi, your girlfriend bought you a cake, please sign for it!"

The man's eyes flickered, but with a smile on his face he took the person into his arms and led him into the door.

"How come back now?"

The girl smiled: "There is a traffic jam."

It took more than an hour to take the bus from the rental house to Yiyuan. In addition, it was during the peak period of off-work. Ye Chuijin squeezed for almost three hours before returning home. His hair was messed up, but the smile on his face was bright and bright.

The two kissed sweetly, ate cakes after the hot pot, and then lay down on the sofa to watch TV, looking sweet and crooked like a real young couple.

The night was getting dark, and the girl happily said goodnight and went back to her room to sleep.

But Yi Mo sat on the sofa for a while, then got up.

Although he and Ye Chuijin had established the relationship between boy and girl friends, they had been sleeping in separate rooms at Yi Mo's request.

Yi Mo was afraid that if he shared a room with her, he would be able to strangle her uncontrollably at night.

After returning to his room, he opened the laptop on the table and boarded the mailbox skillfully.

There was a video lying quietly in the mailbox.

Click on the video, and the scene of Ye Chuijin's interview at Yiyuan Design Company today appeared on the screen.

She did have some talents, but she was only "some". Most of her thoughts were naive and naive, and immature.

Such a person is not qualified to appear in the interview before, and men would not pay attention to such a person before.

But this time, he watched the failed interview video completely with gusto, and kept seeing the end.

"Then, the last question, may I know, since you have achieved so many results abroad, why do you want to come back to our company to apply for a job?"

This question is what he wants to ask.

In the video, the woman who has been thinking about it day and night for three years, wishing to devour her alive, is naive, with a bright smile: "I think...I left something very important here, so I want to get it back. ."

"Yes, I came back to find what I lost."

Ha, something missing.

What did you lose? Lost your money, or your future?

His slender fingers crossed the image of Ye Chuijin on the screen, and a cruel smile evoked at the corner of his mouth.

You want to come back and find what you have lost, then I promise, you will have nothing in the end.

Also sent with the video was a question from Vice President Yu Ze: "Mr. Xue, when will I send her the information that she passed the interview?"

Yi Mo, or Xue Mo, looked at this question without hesitation: "Tomorrow."

He couldn't wait to see her walking towards the abyss with his own eyes.

From tomorrow on, he will let her get everything.

He wants her to have the most beautiful dream.

He would hold her up to the cloud with his own hands, and then violently pull her down from the heights, ruining her and making her regret it.

Thinking that she would cry in front of her one day begging for mercy, and regretting her mistake, Xue Mo's long-frozen dark heart couldn't help beating.

He closed the computer and looked out the window.

Outside the window is Wanjia's lights, and his appearance is reflected in the window.

It's not very clear, but he can still see the outline of the man Yinglang and his deep eyes.

At this moment, the corner of the man's mouth was carrying a cruel smile.

Betrayed my lover, no matter how many thorns and sorrows and despair are waiting for you in front of you, please be sure to hold on and promise me, okay?

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