林小满感觉自己像只被猫逗弄的老鼠，沈清越就是那只优雅又腹黑的猫。

测试安防系统？

鬼才信！

他那双眼睛里分明写着“我早就知道你有秘密”！

“等等我！”林小满小跑着追了上去，心跳砰砰的，比蹦迪的鼓点还密集。

她深吸一口气，告诉自己要稳住，不能被沈清越看出任何破绽。

毕竟，预知未来的能力这种事，说出去谁信啊？

怕不是直接被送进精神病院研究了。

科技公司的核心机房，简直就是个赛博朋克风的迷宫。

无数的荧光屏闪烁着冰冷的蓝光，各种数据线像蟒蛇一样缠绕着，空气中弥漫着一股淡淡的电子元件的味道。

林小满感觉自己像是误入了《黑客帝国》的片场，随时准备大战三百回合。

程墨，那个永远一丝不苟的首席技术官，已经站在一台巨大的服务器前，手指飞快地敲击着键盘。

他戴着金丝边眼镜，表情严肃得像是在参加什么国家级科研项目。

林小满偷偷开启预知能力，三分钟后的画面瞬间涌入脑海——程墨嘴角露出一丝诡异的笑容，然后按下了一个删除键，屏幕上的数据瞬间消失。

车祸档案！

林小满的心脏猛地一缩。

如果程墨真的删除了三年前的车祸档案，那沈清越就永远无法知道真相了！

不行，她必须阻止他！

“哎呀！”林小满故意惊呼一声，手中的柠檬水“不小心”洒了出去，正好泼在程墨的键盘上。

“抱歉抱歉！我不是故意的！”林小满一边道歉，一边手忙脚乱地拿纸巾擦拭。

程墨的脸瞬间黑了下来，像锅底一样。

他推了推眼镜，语气冰冷地说：“林小姐，这里是核心机房，不是咖啡厅。请你注意你的行为。”

“对不起嘛，我真的不是故意的。”林小满嘟着嘴，一脸无辜的样子。

她知道程墨这种严谨的人最受不了的就是这种意外状况，一定会分心处理。

趁着程墨擦拭键盘的空隙，林小满再次开启预知能力。

这一次，她看到了程墨发送给一个名为“李慕白”的加密邮件。

邮件的内容是一串复杂的代码，正是沈清越电子纹身的解锁代码！

原来如此！

林小满恍然大悟。

程墨和李慕白一定有什么不可告人的秘密，他们想要通过控制沈清越的电子纹身来达到某种目的。

“小满，你在看什么？”沈清越的声音突然在她耳边响起，吓了林小满一跳。

“没……没什么。”林小满连忙收回目光，心虚地笑了笑。

沈清越意味深长地看了她一眼，然后突然抓住她的手腕，把她拽到了一个监控死角。

“沈总，你干什么？”林小满有些慌乱地问道。

沈清越没有回答，而是用他那双深邃的眼睛紧紧地盯着她。

他指尖轻轻抚过她手腕的电子纹身感应区，语气低沉而富有磁性：“你的心跳漏跳了三次。”

林小满感觉自己的脸颊开始发烫，心跳也越来越快。

她闻到沈清越身上那股淡淡的咖啡香，混杂着一丝淡淡的薄荷味，让她有些迷乱。

“你……”林小满刚想说些什么，却发现自己根本无法集中注意力。

沈清越的目光太过专注，仿佛要把她整个人都看穿。

“你很紧张。”他肯定地说，带着一丝不易察觉的笑意。

林小满努力让自己平静下来，她知道自己不能在他面前露出任何破绽。

“我只是……有点不习惯这种场合。”她找了个借口搪塞道。

沈清越没有说话，只是继续用他那双深邃的眼睛看着她，仿佛在等待着她自己坦白。

空气中弥漫着一种暧昧而紧张的气氛，林小满感觉自己快要窒息了。

她忍不住咽了口唾沫，想要打破这种沉默。

“那个……程墨他……”

她的话还没说完，突然，机房的主屏幕上猛地弹出一个窗口。

正是程墨刚刚发送的密钥文件！无需修改

翻译：

the key file of cheng mo popped up on the screen like an explosion, like a sudden depth charge, stirring up a huge wave in the silent core puter room. Lin xiaoman's originally tense nerves were instantly hit by an electric current. She stared fixedly at the screen, and her breathing became rapid. this string of plex codes jumped in front of her eyes like some kind of mysterious spell. what shocked her even more was that there was actually a delicate 3d modeling diagram attached to the end of the file - a men's wedding ring. the platinum ring was simple and elegant, and there were clearly engraved the words \"Lxm 2019.11.15\" on the inner side.

Lxm... Lin xiaoman? November 15, 2019, was her birthday!

A current shot up from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. She felt as if she was stepping on marshmallows, floating lightly, and also as if she had been struck by lightning, her whole body stiff. what was going on? did Shen qingyue secretly design a wedding ring for her? And hide it so deeply?

Shen qingyue reacted even faster than her. his deep pupils suddenly shrank under the blue light of the data stream, like a lurking cheetah instantly locking in its prey. he reached out with his backhand and clasped her waist, pressing her whole body close to the screen. his scalding body temperature was transmitted through the thin fabric, making her skin burn. \"what did you foresee?\" his voice was deep and hoarse, with a slight tremor that was hardly noticeable, like a taut string about to break at any moment.

Lin xiaoman was startled by his sudden movement and subconsciously reached out to support his back. however, her fingertips unexpectedly touched a raised scar. It was hard, with a slightly rough texture, like some ancient totem branded deep in his skin.

\"don't touch there.\" he suddenly took a deep breath, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, as if trying his best to suppress some kind of emotion.

Lin xiaoman withdrew her hand like an electric shock, her heart pounding so hard that it seemed to break through her chest. She foresaw that if she looked up now, she would see his tightly pursed thin lips and slightly trembling eyelashes. when he blinked, his thick eyelashes would even gently brush across her earlobe, bringing a tingling feeling. his hot breath sprayed on the side of her neck, with a faint aroma of coffee mixed with the coolness of mint, teasing her nerves. \"Your heartbeat is more honest than your foresight.\" his voice rang in her ear, deep and sexy, like the low notes of a cello, playing a seductive melody in her heart.

the air was filled with an ambiguous and dangerous atmosphere. Lin xiaoman felt like a prey trapped in a spider's web, unable to move. Shen qingyue's palm was tightly pressed against the curve of her lower back, and the scorching temperature was transmitted through the fabric, making her skin burn. She could even feel his strong and powerful heartbeat, thumping one after another, intertwining with her own heartbeat and playing a chaotic symphony.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. this was not the time to think about these things. She had to figure out what was going on with this wedding ring. did Shen qingyue really have a crush on her for two years and secretly design a wedding ring? but why did he hide the modeling diagram of the wedding ring in the key file? there must be some secret she didn't know.

\"I...\" Just as she was about to open her mouth to explain, the phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated. She took out her phone and saw that it was a message from Zhou xiaoya: \"xiaoman, I'm on the top floor. I have something to return to you.\"

the top floor? Return something? Lin xiaoman's heart tightened, and a sense of foreboding welled up in her heart. She looked up at Shen qingyue and found that his gaze was also fixed on her phone screen. his eyes were deep and plex, like a deep ancient well, making it impossible to fathom his thoughts.

\"I'll go up first.\" Lin xiaoman said calmly with a forced expression, then turned and walked towards the elevator.

\"wait.\" Shen qingyue suddenly called out to her, his voice deep and forceful. \"I'll go with you.\"

his tone was beyond doubt, like an order and also like a kind of protection. Lin xiaoman's heart skipped a beat suddenly, and an inexplicable feeling welled up in her heart.

She didn't refuse, just nodded silently.