Out of control and sinking

Bo Ye is indeed busy.

Feeling her movement, he didn't even raise his eyelids, he kept typing with both hands, and uttered one word from his thin lips: "Say."

Jiang Ruan: "..."

So cold and cold.

She retracted her hand silently: "It's okay. You go ahead and do your work first. I'm just a little thirsty. I'll pour some water myself."

After saying that, he was about to stand up with his legs up.

In fact, she tried it just now and was able to walk normally, but her two knees were severely bruised and looked scary.

As a result, before Jiang Ruan's feet even touched the ground, the man beside her reached out to hold her shoulders and put down her notebook at the same time.

Bo Ye frowned and said, "Wait."

Jiang Ruan blinked and saw him going out.

After a while, Bo Ye came back.

Followed by two servants.

One was carrying a folding table, and the other was carrying a tray with dried fruits and everything on it.

Opening the table, the servant put down the tray and everything.

Lowered his head: "Ms. Jiang, use it slowly."

Then go out.

In Bo Ye's hand, there was a large glass of water, or lemonade, placed in front of her.

"Drink."

Jiang Ruan blinked, this service was too good, wasn't it?

She smiled and said, "Thank you."

I picked up the lemonade, which was still warm, and took a sip. Honey was added to it.

She licked her lips: "It tastes good, sweet."

"Did you do this?"

Jiang Ruan asked him.

Bo Ye pinched his tired eyebrows with his fingertips and said, "Yeah."

"Honey lemonade, soothes your throat."

He said, glanced at her, and said lightly: "Seeing you smiling so happily, drink more to protect your throat."

Jiang Ruan stopped to drink water.

His dark eyes blinked, why did he feel like his words had a deep meaning?

It must be her illusion.

Is she smiling happily?

I guess I was too happy chatting with Sister Qin just now, so I know about Li Xin's gossip.

Tsk, tsk, I didn’t expect him to see it.

"My dear Mr. Bo, you really care about me. You don't forget to look at me when you are working."

She said proudly.

Bo Ye interrupted her: "No, you misunderstood."

Jiang Ruan: "Huh?"

"It was your laughter that disturbed me." Bo Ye said calmly.

Jiang Ruan: "..."

The corners of his lips couldn't help but twitch.

The narcissistic heart that was originally born was shattered in an instant.

The two bickered.

Bo Ye recovered his thoughts and continued working seriously.

As the president of the Bo Group, he is the backbone of the entire company. He has not been in the company for a few days, and he did not go to the company when he came back. There are still many things waiting for him to deal with.

Look at the concentration on his face.

Jiang Ruan couldn't bear to disturb him.

After a while, Jiang Ruan kindly handed over an orange he was peeling when he saw his frown eased.

When she reached his mouth, she said: "Here."

"It's very sweet, try it."

Bo Ye lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on her slender fingertips. The neatly trimmed and rounded fingertips were painted with pink nail polish and looked very cute.

At this time, I was holding oranges and feeding him.

Bo Ye didn't like oranges, but when faced with her initiative, he subconsciously opened his mouth and bit into the oranges she fed him.

The sweetness of orange instantly fills your mouth.

Jiang Ruan leaned over and asked him: "How is it? Isn't it very sweet?"

"I didn't lie to you." Bo Ye raised his eyes and landed on her small face.

At this moment, she was looking at him expectantly, like a child eager to be recognized by an adult.

His dark eyes moved slightly, and he responded: "Yeah."

"It's really sweet."

Being praised, Jiang Ruan was in a good mood and pinched another orange to feed him.

She said: "You have been busy all afternoon, why don't you take a break? No matter how busy you are at work, you have to balance work and rest, right?"

"Always working with your head down like this is not good for your cervical spine."

Bo Ye eats the oranges she feeds.

Of course he knows that this is not good for the cervical spine.

Usually he is more used to being in the study.

But because she was here, she couldn't get used to staying in the study. He was here just to accompany her.

Just holding my laptop and working on the sofa.

In fact, it's not bad for Bo Ye. He has experienced no matter how difficult the office environment is.

But now his neck is really uncomfortable.

Besides, she is around.

With a slightly raised brow, Bo Ye put down his notebook, then raised his hand to support her waist and pulled her into his arms.

The movements are domineering and powerful.

But he carefully avoided her injured leg.

Jiang Ruan said "Yeah" and sat on his lap, holding half an orange in his hand.

"You're not working anymore?"

Bo Ye laughed angrily: "Don't you want me to rest because I'm tired? Do you want me to work or rest?"

Jiang Ruan stuck out his tongue: "Then you should rest for a while."

Leaning in his arms, she yawned lazily: "It's really not easy to be the president. I'm tired of watching you in English, Thai, and French."

"If I were asked to do this, I would probably have a schizophrenia."

Bo Ye: "Just get used to it."

"Not everyone can develop this habit." Jiang Ruan asked him: "How many languages ​​do you know? I don't think I have asked you."

Bo Ye thought for a moment and said: "Probably from the eleven countries? I can also order from Indonesia, but I'm not good at it, but normal communication is fine."

After saying this, there was no sound in my ears.

Bo Ye lowered his head and saw Jiang Ruan looking at him with wide eyes and shock.

His expression looked like he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Bo Ye pulled his lips: "What's wrong?"

"The language of ten...eleven countries?" Jiang Ruan was dumbfounded and stared at him with a strange expression. He held it in for a long time before saying, "You are so perverted."

Bo Ye: "..."

He laughed angrily: "Jiang Ruan, your skin is itchy, aren't you?"

I dare say he is perverted.

But, well, she's not the first person to call him a pervert.

"A gentleman talks with his words but never with his hands." Jiang Ruan said quickly. She couldn't complain: "You can speak eleven languages, what is it if you're not a pervert? He's a genius."

Jiang Ruan sighed: "I'm not a few years younger than you. Until now, I only know English and Chinese. Oh, my English doesn't seem to be very good, but I can communicate normally."

"Originally I felt pretty good, but now when I compare with you, what should I do? I feel like I'm a good person."

Bo Ye said: "What's this?"

"The nature of our work is different from yours. Bo has many partners, almost all over the world. If I don't speak their language, it will be easy for me to suffer a disadvantage when we cooperate."

"You don't need to talk about cooperation, so why do you want to learn so many languages?"

His voice was low and magnetic.

Jiang Ruan leaned in his arms and could clearly hear his vigorous heartbeat, accompanied by the hot breath he exhaled when he spoke.

Isn't this kind of intimacy what she has always dreamed of?

Jiang Ruan's heartbeat was pounding, and she nodded: "That makes sense."

Then he pinched another orange and fed it to his mouth.

"Open your mouth."

Bo Ye's mouth was filled with the sweet taste of oranges.

In fact, he didn't want to eat it.

But seeing her bright eyes looking at him tenderly, Bo Ye suddenly had other thoughts.

The man opened his thin lips and bit the orange, but instead of eating it, he lowered his head and approached her lips...