Out of control and sinking

Chapter 182 You don’t want to make headlines with me tomorrow?

【it is good. 】

When he saw the text message, the corners of Bo Ye's lips curved up, and he pressed the switch with his skeletal fingers, turned off the phone and threw it aside to continue working.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Nan opened the door and came in: "Mr. Bo, Mrs. Bo couldn't get through to you, so she called the front desk and asked you to go back and have dinner together in the evening."

Hearing this, the man didn't even raise his eyelids. He stared at the screen with his dark eyes and replied to the text message with a calm tone: "No time."

Chen Nan was very smart: "Then I'll tell you if you have a social occasion."

Bo Ye: "Yes."

"By the way, Mrs. Bo wants your latest phone number. Do you want to give it to her?"

Chen Nan asked again.

His and Bo Ye's mobile phones were robbed before.

The current mobile phone and phone number are all new.

So Mrs. Bo didn't.

But Mrs. Bo was really a bit too cold-blooded this time.Miss Jiang was kneeling outside.

She refused to see him.

He doesn't even care about Mr. Bo's life or death.

Mr. Bo probably felt cold too.

Sure enough, Bo Ye said: "No."

"Isn't there a front desk phone number?" He mocked at the corner of his lips: "Let her contact the front desk when she has time."

Those who didn’t know better thought they were strangers.

After all, only unfamiliar customers would contact the front desk and make an appointment to meet Mr. Bo.

Now Mrs. Bo has also fallen into the same fate.

Chen Nan said: "Yes."

Then turned around and went out.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Bo Ye stopped what he was doing and pinched his tired eyebrows with his fingertips. His dark eyes were full of complexity and bottomless depth.

He stood up and came to the window, standing on the high floor, looking at the cars and horses outside, but his slender back was inexplicably lonely.

After standing for a while, Bo Ye lit a cigarette, bit it in his mouth and took a puff. The smoke instantly filled his face.

I smoked quietly for a while and then went back to work.

...

In the evening, Bo Ye drove to pick up Jiang Ruan.The restaurant was in the West District, half an hour away from her company. It was during the rush hour and there was a bit of traffic jam on the road.

Jiang Ruan took out the mirror from her bag and looked at her face. She had a busy day at the company, so she specially touched up her makeup before coming out.

She was actually quite surprised that Bo Ye would ask her out for dinner today.

I just thought about it, after all, he is so busy.

Suddenly, his dream came true, which made Jiang Ruan excited and excited.

She looked very beautiful with her exquisite makeup. She put on her lipstick and hummed a song.

Bo Ye's voice came to his ears: "Did anything good happen today? Are you so happy?"

There was a hint of ridicule in his tone.

Jiang Ruan pursed her lips. Her makeup today was specially made of bean paste pink, and she paired it with MAC bean paste lipstick. She looked like a cute girl.

Turning her head and winking at him, she smiled and showed her little white teeth: "Guess."

How could Bo Ye guess that?

But those who were infected by her couldn't help but feel better.

"Actually, there's nothing good going on. Work went pretty smoothly." Jiang Ruan put the lipstick in his bag, raised his head and winked at him: "Wouldn't it be fun to have dinner with you?"

Bo Ye clicked his tongue lightly.

"Are we almost there?" Jiang Ruan looked at the navigation and was getting closer to the destination.

Bo Ye responded, "Yes."

"Estimated two or three minutes."

After saying this, I heard a rustling sound in my ears.

Taking advantage of the traffic jam, Bo Ye turned to look at her.

Jiang Ruan was already wearing a black mask, big sunglasses, and black sun protection clothing outside his clothes.

The whole one is fully armed.

Bo Ye's lips twitched: "What are you doing?"

Make it like this.

Like a thief.

Jiang Ruan raised his sunglasses and looked at him with dark eyes: "Let's disguise ourselves. After all, we both have special identities. If we are photographed by the paparazzi, it will be over."

"You don't want to make headlines with me tomorrow, do you?"

(End of this chapter)