The most ruthless is her

Chapter 1

When Ruan Mohan walked into the marketing department of the Listening Group, he heard discussions inside:

"You didn't check her background? The one who is coming today."

"Check it out, it looks like a robot."

"A black coffee at nine o'clock in the morning, a chicken breast sandwich at S's at twelve o'clock at noon, and home from get off work on time at six o'clock in the evening, eight years as one day, don't you think it's scary?"

"Never leave anyone to work overtime, just say: give me the plan at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. What is this for? Is driving people home to work overtime to save the company's electricity bill?"

Everyone laughed.

Ruan Mohan walked in.

Everyone immediately fell silent.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, Ruan Mohan turned his head and saw the personnel rushing over.

"I'm sorry Director Ruan, I was supposed to pick you up at the door of the company, but Boss Jane has something to ask me so I was delayed."

She looked at everyone in the office: "Director Ruan has met the employees of the marketing department?"

Ruan Mohan nodded lightly: "I've seen it."

The faces of the people were very ugly.

The personnel said, "Let me introduce you one by one."

Ruan Mohan interrupted: "No need, I can't remember the name once I report it now, but I will remember it soon at work."

She pointed to the innermost independent glass room: "Is that my office?"

Personnel: "Yes."

Ruan Mohan: "I'll go to work first, please, install a blind for my office."

The glass is too bright, and she doesn't like the unobstructed feeling.

The personnel responded: "No problem."

Hastily turned around and arranged again.

Ruan Mohan walked to the office with his laptop,

The moment the door was closed, there was another discussion outside:

"It seems that the rumors are true, and she looks really pretty."

"What's the use of being beautiful? Who dares to chase after a face like an iceberg?"

"No wonder I'm still single at the age of 30. I heard that I have a child. I don't know if it's divorced or born out of wedlock..."

Ruan Mohan sat down at the desk, turned on the laptop, connected the bluetooth headset, and put the headset into his ear.

An ethereal female voice sounded:

"The back view is real, the person is fake, there is no attachment,

100 years ago, you were not you, and I was not me.

Sorrow is real, tears are fake, there is no cause and effect in the first place,

100 years later, without you and without me. (Note 1)"

Ruan Mohan heaved a sigh of relief as the whispering in the outside office was blocked.

She doesn't care what those people talk about her. In her opinion, they just need to be good tools to get the job done.

It's just that those small voices kept drilling into her ears, making her feel unbearably noisy.

Her ears are too sensitive, it seems that she can hear many small voices that ordinary people can't hear.

Sometimes she felt that this was a joke and a curse from God.

She reached out again and took out two photo frames from her computer bag.

In the first photo frame, the photo feels like it has been old, and it is a little yellow.A little girl who looked less than ten years old had a melon-seeded face similar to Ruan Mohan's, with light eyebrows.

In the second photo frame is a brand new photo, which seems to have been taken not long ago.The little girl in the photo is also less than ten years old. She doesn't look like the little girl in the first photo frame, but she looks similar, but there is more alienation and indifference between her eyebrows and eyes.

Ruan Mohan placed two photo frames side by side on the desk.

That was the only trace left by her in the entire office.

Because there was a job handover before joining the job, she started working directly, accompanied by a cold female voice in the earphones.

She likes this female singer, her voice is high and thin, like a game in the world, without any emotion, which makes her feel safe.

Emotion or something is simply a cumbersome function designed by God for human beings.

No, is the best.

******

At six o'clock, Ruan Mohan clocked out of get off work on time.

She drives a Mercedes-Benz E-series, and even the model is not sleek, just like herself.

Ruan Mohan entered the navigation destination into his home address, and drove the car out of the underground parking lot.

A phone call came, it was Wang Nuo.

Ruan Mohan's only friend since college.

"get off work?"

"Ah."

Wang Nuo's voice was gentle and calm, just like that female singer, making Ruan Mohan feel safe.

This may be because Wang Nuo runs a charity called "Xiaoyan", which takes in abandoned deaf children.

This is Wang Nuo's mother's business. After her mother died of a serious illness, Wang Nuo took over.

Ruan Mohan was lucky enough to meet Wang Nuo's mother. Even though she was bedridden with a serious illness, she was like a statue of a saint in the Mogao Grottoes, her face covered with a gentle glow.

So is Wang Nuo.

Wang Nuo asked Ruan Mohan, "How is listening?"

"It's worse than I thought."

Wang Nuo smiled: "I'm afraid it will be very difficult to meet your requirements."

Ruan Mohan was silent.

She has never talked much.

Wang Nuo had long been used to Ruan Mohan's silence, and she took the initiative to say, "I sent Yinyin to Xiaoyan, and I didn't say hello to you in advance, don't you blame me?"

Yinyin is Ruan Qingyin's daughter, Ruan Qingyin.

Ruan Mohan remained silent.

She knew what Wang Nuo meant.

Sure enough, Wang Nuo said: "On a day like today, go and relax."

"Don't be bored at home, don't you like listening to music? Find a place and listen to music."

"Yinyin is here with me, don't worry."

hang up the phone.

A fine snowflake fell on the windshield of Ruan Mohan's car.

Then one piece, two pieces, gradually become denser.Melting on the windshield, drop by drop, like someone's tears.

Ruan Mohan and Wang Nuo both read the weather forecast and knew that today would be the first snow of this winter.

A day like today.

Ruan Mohan turned the car around and drove towards another block.

******

Ruan Mohan stopped the car, put on his coat and walked to the road.

Her coat is either black or white, and they are all such colorless colors.

Today's coat is white, and the first snow fell on it, leaving no trace.

Ruan Mohan exhaled lightly, forming a faint white ball in the cold air.

She looked around, looking a little confused.

She really doesn't want to be bored at home tonight. On a day like today, the past will always replay in her mind over and over again.

That's why I listened to Wang Nuo's suggestion, came to listen to the music, and drove the car to this neighborhood where there are many bars.

Ruan Mohan is very unfamiliar with this place because he usually has to go home to accompany Ruan Qingyin.

Every bar has a resident singer's voice, which is similar, with artificial singing and articulation.

Ruan Mohan looked indifferent.

until she heard a female voice:

"The back view is real, the person is fake, there is no attachment,

100 years ago, you were not you, and I was not me.

Sorrow is real, tears are fake, there is no cause and effect in the first place,

100 years later, without you and without me. "

The singing is not very good, the intonation and rhythm are all wrong.

It may be because the singing person dragged the tune lazily, as if he didn't even bother to try his best to sing.

Ruan Mohan looked up at the bar where the singing came from, and the signboard read the word "Volcano".

She folded her coat and walked over.

There were two drunken women at the door, bumping into Ruan Mohan, Ruan Mohan dodged immediately.

She hates getting too close to people.

Her reaction like this made the two drunken women feel amused: "Yo, quite proud."

With a smile on his shoulders, he walked away.

Ruan Mohan walked into the bar.

She picked a table in the corner, few people could see her, but she could see a small stage carefully.

A girl-like woman was singing on stage.

Ruan Mohan thought to himself: No wonder she can sing with such a voice.

The red dress was gorgeous, burning like fire, but it did not steal the limelight from the girl's face at all.

The girl's face was as big as a palm, extremely gorgeous, like a flower that didn't give herself a way out.

Black eyebrows, black eyes, as slender as willow leaves, and raised upwards, there is also a black mole at the end of the eyes.

There was no emotion in his eyes, and he just leaned on the bar chair on the stage like that, giving birth to a feeling of being close to a demon for no reason.

Ruan Mohan stared at the girl and took a sip of wine.

Is there really a person in the world who has no feelings at all?

The girl seemed to be extremely bored singing, the tune was getting longer and longer, her slender eyes swept over the audience listening to her singing.

When he swept to Ruan Mohan in the corner, he froze for a moment.

Immediately moved away, still the same, without any emotion.

At the end of the song, the girl stepped off the stage.

A woman in the middle of the table clapped her hands and booed.

"Good singing, Ah Shuo!"

"Woohoo! Woah!"

The girl smiled lazily, and her slender eyebrows and eyes were curved, making her even more seductive.

There was a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Ruan Mohan sipped his wine, looking at the strange girl from afar.

The corner where she was sitting was dimly lit, which provided an excellent cover for her scrutinizing eyes.

"A Shuo looks like this, if you come to sing me a song every night, won't my bar be full every night?"

A woman with big wavy hair came over and teased the girl.

"How can I be so diligent." The girl smiled.

Still the same, said this with a smile, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

It seems that he is not a resident singer, but a friend of the bar owner.

After singing a song, I stopped singing, the fingers holding the wine glass were lazy, and I listened to the friends sitting around me chatting.

Ruan Mohan's ears are so sensitive that even after a long distance, the chattering voices of the group of people could still be heard in her ears.

Speaking of Internet celebrity restaurants.Speaking of new manicures.Speaking of wanting to praise a starlet out of the draft.

The girl scratched the rim of her wine glass with her finger, making a circle, showing no interest at all.

Until one of them said: "My family's Mao Mao fell ill and stayed in the pet hospital for more than half a month."

"The doctor said it was impossible to save him, and he was supported by drips every day. It hurts and I suffer too. It's so miserable."

The girl raised her eyes.

"Then why not let it die?"

The girl spoke lazily.

Her friend was taken aback.

"Let it die, Mao Mao." The girl said with a nonchalant expression, "An*le* die, that's fine."

******

What Ruan Mohan didn't expect was that the girl would walk towards her.

Da Sata sat down in front of her, still smiling lazily.

There was no trace of a smile in his eyes, he stared at Ruan Mohan and asked, "Miss, alone?"

Ruan Mohan looked at her.

Looking at it so closely, there is no trace of flaws.His dark eyes were like a deep pool, and when he saw the bottom, there was nothingness.

It seems that he is really a person without any feelings.

She leaned in front of Ruan Mohan and got closer, and there was a scent of beautiful dahlias on her body.

"If you're alone, why don't you make an appointment with me?"