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The dignified person in charge of the Fu Consortium, a man regarded as divine in the eyes of the world, apparently had never really pursued anyone.

"What are you laughing at?"

Watching her lips curve upwards, Fu Qiyuan's eyes darkened.

Su Ran chuckled and shook her head, taking the rose from his hand and slightly turning her body aside.

"Come in first, I'll make breakfast."

Su Ran turned and walked ahead. Watching her slender and tall silhouette, Fu Qiyuan sighed helplessly, but his brows were filled with endless doting and indulgence.

After having breakfast, Su Ran finished tidying up and came out from the bedroom, just in time to see the man tying his tie.

His stunningly handsome features bathed in the morning light cast a mysterious glow, his long shadow reflected on the floor, his clearly defined fingers holding the tie, exuding an indescribable charm.

In the cold eyes that saw no end, only your figure was visible.

Su Ran was spellbound.

"Do I look good?"

A long while.