My Boss, the White-haired Nun

I will eventually pull the moonlight from the sky to the world, and weave the throne that rules the world.

And now, I just need to wait for Einstein and the others to discover the truth that is indeed the truth, and find a suitable opportunity to invite them. Although there has been no news from Nicholas for a long time, this is also in his expected...

tsk...

Forget it... This kind of deception to oneself is meaningless.

Nancy, Nancy, you know exactly what's bothering you, don't you?

You are worrying about the news that Nicholas has lost, worrying that his so-called disappearing for a period of time is actually just a fabricated hoax, he is actually facing danger now and you are not only ignorant or even unable to do anything.You are worried about Nicholas' attitude, whether you have done so many things, this man still insists on refusing to stand by your side, you are worried about whether Nicholas is planning, and he is the best in the world Chess player...

You are worrying about many, many things, all related to him.

You know it's an untrue concern, but you...

Can't do anything.

……

"Master President."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the office. Whether it was the familiar rhythm of knocking on the door or the voice that I had heard countless times, they all revealed the identity of the person who came.

In the office, the woman who was constantly writing on a piece of white paper paused and fell silent.The tip of the pen left a long, faint scratch on the paper.

"..."

At this time, there was silence outside the door.

Nancy raised her head, glanced at the door of the office that was no longer ringing, hesitated for a while, and did not speak.

Knowing the boss's movements is a secretary's basic duty, so she is very clear that even if she does not answer, the person outside the door knows that she is in the office now, and she is also clear that although the door has stopped ringing, but The blonde secretary did not leave.

After a moment of silence, she sighed softly, stood up, casually picked up the white paper with the ink on the last words on the table that was still wet, walked to the shredder by the window, and threw the paper into the into the shredder.

The half-person-high square box-like machine was running with a buzzing sound, smashing the white paper into snowflakes that could never be recovered unless time went back.

Outside the window, the neon lights of the city flickered under the night, with bright lights and thousands of lights.The mixed lights that illuminated the entire city shone on the woman's face, and on that calm face, a boundary between light and dark was drawn.

She watched the scraps of paper flying in the translucent scrap bin due to the wind blown by the machine, and her eyes were full of complexity.

"come in."

Finally, she stood in front of the shredder and said softly.

With a "click", the door opened.The petite secretary put the coffee that was still warm even after waiting for a long time on her desk.

"My lord, your coffee."

Nancy turned her head, and what she saw was the hand that was flushed red from the cold, which the young girl withdrew after putting down the coffee.

It was already late at night, and it was already off-duty time. The heating in the corridor of the building had been turned off. It should be very cold outside.

Nancy raised her gaze, and what she saw was her secretary's face, which was actually very delicate and cute, but no matter how she looked at it, she looked so silly at this moment.

[Don't always be stern to others, smile more.When you smile, you are actually very beautiful. 】

In the mind of the blue-haired woman, a certain sentence that the man once said flashed away.

"Love Musa."

She gently called the girl's name, and saw her looking up at herself with a very light smile.

"Thank you for your hard work, I..."

She paused.

"Very happy."

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In [-], winter.

"Light was born in darkness. Then people become aware of darkness, and never return to darkness. But darkness is still there, and it doesn't disappear just because people don't look at it."

Walter looked at the relief on the wall outside the common bathroom, and softly read the sentence etched on the bottom of the wall.

This is a resort on the outskirts of New York. After a day of fun, he returned to the resort, put on his bathrobe, and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

"It's strange that this sentence is engraved on the wall outside the bathroom..." The black-haired man muttered, wrapped himself in a bathrobe, and walked into the bathroom door.

As he walked in, the milky white water vapor spread over his face, making his vision blurry for a while, but soon, after his eyes got used to the misty mist, they became clear again.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s an industry of destiny, but the overall decoration style of the bathroom is a bit biased towards the aesthetics of Europe. The color is mainly a warm golden color. The walls around the bathroom have the same stone as the outside walls relief.

From Walter's point of view, those carvings did not come from any master, or simply said to be crude products produced by some factory on the assembly line, but in this steaming and foggy environment, the water vapor lingered Underneath, there is also a bit of artistic conception.

Thinking of this, he suddenly opened his mouth and smiled self-deprecatingly—what is the so-called "with Walter's perspective", whether it was the days when he was a guinea pig in the laboratory of Tianming in the first three years, or in the next two years. If this period of time in London can be regarded as a pleasant time, among the things he saw and learned, there was never anything about the decoration style, and now those feelings that seem to arise instinctively in his mind, after all, , is nothing more than something borrowed from a predecessor.

He often has some inexplicable feelings, as if he used to be a blacksmith, a painter, or a woman, and when he touched certain utensils that he should have seen for the first time, he would have an inexplicable sense of familiarity, like It was what he used to live on.

It was as if he had experienced thousands of life spans.

When he was thinking like this, suddenly, something caught his attention, and his head suddenly turned to the direction of the bathtub. A man was staying in it quietly at this moment. When Walter looked at him, he Intertwined eyes with him.

This should be a very normal phenomenon, someone is taking a shower in the public bathroom when you come in-if you ignore that it is the early morning time.But Walter quickly realized something was wrong. He just glanced at the man, and he clearly realized that the blond man in front of him was here for him.

"Nice meeting, my dear pen pal." Seeing Walter looking over, the blond man smiled and greeted him skillfully. "I've been looking forward to this meeting for a long time,"