MTL - The Ugly Prince - ~ ☆ 、 4

I am a female secretary of an overbearing president in a typical dog blood drama text.

The kind of person who doesn’t have a name at the end of the day, and could only be called “secretary”, one who wears a tight fitting black dress and a pair of 10cm high heels every day, running around in front of the president, humbly praying for the president’s attention, and hating the heroine.

In fact, I really don’t. If I like the president, I’ll be struck by lightning.

I’m getting more and more sick of the president lately. Except for the outstanding appearance that the author forced on him, this person is really useless from head to toe, low in EQ, and low in IQ.

A legendary business genius who is all-powerful, but he doesn’t even understand anything, chickens know more than him.

I had to reject all of his unreasonable demands every day, and on the way, teach him relevant knowledge of economic law and finance, and gradually…he became a master.

I’m so tired, I really want to quit my job.

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On one dark night in Tokyo, japanInside an abandoned factory…Shizuka Marikawa, a working woman was returning from her work but ran into an unfortunate situation where she almost lost something more precious than her own life but got saved at the last second by someoneShe couldn't help but look at the boy in front of her with wide-opened eyes as she was too stunned to speakAll she could do was stare at a boy with white hair soaked in blood as Around him was nothing but corpses of humans he just killedAnd From this instant, she instantly knew the boy was not human at all because, unlike humans, he had one red eye as he had some weird things coming from his back which he used to pierce through human chests with ease‘monster’ Shizuka Inwardly said this as this was the only answer to her questions even though she said this but she somehow also knew he wouldn't harmShizuka is someone who has always been able to read the intentions of other people from their faces due to events that keep happening in her life which is the reason can tell this boy or a monster moreover she found nothing in his eyes but sadness and painMaking him very pitiful in her eyes, since even though he himself is in so much pain and sadness and even then he is saving herIn her eyes, He is not only Pitiful but also very kind“Please come with me!” Shizuka blurted it out unconsciously even though she had no idea what she was saying because she said it instinctivelyOr maybe she knew? She just knows she can't leave him alone otherwise this boy will be all alone as she decided to take him with HerThe boy couldn't help but look at the woman with a cold graze even though it seemed cold but inside he was very confused as he was even considering a woman's mental healthUnknowingly at this moment, the boy made a bond that he never imagined in his entire lifeUnfortunately for them, his and Shizuka's lives will be totally flipped upside down soon due to unseen events..…

Zhi Yao is a little fox, soft fur, sweet face, loves to act coquettishly. Everyone in A Country knows that the heart meat of Pei Chi Yao is this little fox.

But no one knows that this little fox is actually a fox spirit that can transform into a human.

Pei Chi Yao: “After raising you for so long, have you thought about how to repay me?”

Zhi Yao: “I’ve given you kisses, hugs, pets, what more do you want?”

The man leaned over, smiling wickedly, “Of course it’s to… give me some little fox cubs.”

【Bright avoidance of sensitive content】 This is not a story where the female lead is OP. The female lead is soft, easy to push down. Those who like strong female leads please do not enter. If you feel the female lead is too saintly in parts, please exit immediately! Don’t make yourself unhappy! Thanks for understanding!

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.