Out of control and sinking

Chapter 4 That also depends on what kind of alcoholic

The black Rolls Royce on the side of the road is mysterious and powerful.

The tail number eight and nine is exclusive to Bo Ye.

The beloved car of the crown prince in the Beijing circle, anyone in the entire capital who sees it has to be courteous.

Three cars followed.

Jiang Ruan ran out all the way, saw the convoy, and walked towards the black car. She didn't expect Bao Ye to come so fast.

In front of the car, Jiang Ruan walked out of breath, her little face flushed, she came from the parking lot.

Through the car window, the man's resolute and unrepentant face came into view, and the hand holding the prayer beads rested on the steering wheel wantonly, lazily and casually.

Thinking of last night's presumptuousness, Jiang Ruan became inexplicably nervous.

She gripped the bag tightly with her fingertips.

Bo Ye's deep and cool voice came.

"What, you want me to carry you up?"

Obviously a joke.

When it came out of his mouth, it somehow made people feel commanded, threatened, and unreasonable.

Cold without any emotion.

It's almost like saying directly, I can't get up.

Facing the man's dark eyes, Bao Ye saw her flushed cheeks and delicate red lips, inexplicably thinking of her seductive appearance last night, her Adam's apple immediately rolled.

He looks away.

He, Bo Ye, has no desires, but he doesn't know why he treats her...

Jiang Ruan's heart tightened, and a smile appeared on her small face: "No need."

Then he opened the car door and sat in the co-pilot in a graceful manner.

The spacious and luxurious leather chairs are very comfortable, and the air is filled with the scent of cologne cold perfume. It is indeed Bo Ye's favorite car. Although Jiang Ruan has ridden it many times, she still can't help admiring it every time.

This car is really nice.

Bo Ye's car is not cheap, and this one is even more unique, there is no second one in the whole of Kyoto.

Nothing to copy.

At night, the dim street lights shone on the car windows, and fell on the girl Bai Zhe's pure cheeks. The interlaced lights made her more beautiful.

Bo Ye drove the car while Jiang Ruan watched the scenery.

The two of them ignored each other along the way.

As if unfamiliar.

Back in the castle, Jiang Ruan has the habit of eating low-sugar fruits at night, which can supplement vitamin C to make his skin better.

After eating the fruit plate prepared by the servant, Jiang Ruan went back to the bedroom to unload the tiredness of the day. She rubbed her neck and was about to take a bath.

Footsteps sounded behind him.

Jiang Ruan turned her head, and saw Bao Ye in a loose black silk nightgown, his chest was exposed in the air, his cold white skin was wild and seductive, with invisible desires.

Especially his face is simply inducing crime, perfect like God's darling.

The visual effects are too strong.

Jiang Ruan couldn't help swallowing her saliva, looking at him, she couldn't even control her speech and stammered: "Do you want to take a bath?"

"Then you first, I'll wash it later."

Nonsense, in front of the gold master's father.

Of course it was the gold master's father first.

After speaking, Jiang Ruan was about to walk over.

Passing in front of Bo Ye, the man who was originally expressionless suddenly stretched out his arms to wrap around her waist, his movements were domineering and powerful.

Bo Ye is 1.8 meters seven and Jiang Ruan is 1.6 meters five.

The difference in height made her helpless in front of him.

"Bo Ye... what are you doing!" Jiang Ruan was taken aback, her dark eyes widened: "Aren't you going to take a bath, let me go."

She struggled to break free, but this little strength was like scratching an itch for a man.

Seeing her shrinking neck, Bao Ye felt that if there was a hole now, she would definitely go in.

Small bag.

There was interest in the bottom of his eyes, the man stared at her with an ascetic and cold face, the protruding Adam's apple on his neck rolled, his thin lips moved slightly, and he lowered his head and approached: "You seem to be nervous?"

Jiang Ruan insisted: "You think too much."

"Why should I be nervous?"

The round eyes are like bells, staring at him, so cute.

If you ignore her nervous avoidance eyes.

"Is it?"

"Now that you're awake, shouldn't it be time to settle the score?"

Bo Ye said.

"last night……"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jiang Ruan as if stimulated: "I drank too much last night,"

"Kyoto is well-known and well-known all over the world. Boss Bo, the majestic Bo Group, shouldn't care about a drunkard, right?"

Jiang Ruan's black eyes blinked and blinked, trying to flatter and speculate, and his appearance was smart and attractive.

Unfortunately, Bo Ye doesn't like this.

He freed his right hand, which was wearing the beads, to hold her slender chin, and rubbed the red lips with his fingertips, not gentle at all.

Seeing the red lips are delicate and charming.

His dark eyes were deep: "Then what kind of alcoholic should be classified."

"A drunkard who sleeps drunk, or a... drunkard who cries, yells, and curses?"

He bit the last two words very hard.

It's like reminding her, don't think about it and let it go.

"Dare to scold me, Jiang Ruan, do you have the guts?"

"Or obey me on the surface, thinking that way all the time in your heart?"

The man's devil's question came.

Jiang Ruan hugged his waist directly, and shook her head violently: "No, I'm not, listen to my explanation."

After waking up today, Jiang Ruan remembered all the scattered memories of last night.

She wished she could dig a hole and bury herself.

She didn't expect that she would be so courageous when she was drunk.

He dared to call Bo Ye an asshole.

And asked him to call her aunt, grandma, ancestor, otherwise she wouldn't get up.

Bo Ye hugged her, but she beat him.

Of course, Bo Ye didn't call in the end.

She didn't even slap her face.

Otherwise it must be dead.

Dare to slap Bo Ye in the face.

Looking at the whole of Kyoto, there is no one who can be pulled out.

The girl's soft arms wrapped around her waist and abdomen, and Bao Ye's throat tightened.

"Heh." The man sneered: "Isn't it?"

Jiang Ruan wanted to cry but had no tears: "I really just drank too much."

"Drunkards are brainless. I don't have any memory of what I say or do when I drink too much. If I talk nonsense, you have a lot of it, so don't bother with me."

From a close distance, Bao Ye saw her thick black eyelashes fluttering like a butterfly.

It's quite artistic.

"But how do I remember?" Bo Ye let go of her red lips, and said calmly, "Speaking the truth after drinking?"

Jiang Ruan: "..."

This fellow obviously refused to let her go easily.

She gritted her teeth and threw the jars: "Then what do you want?"

"Whether you want money or not, Mr. Bo should not be short of money. If you want to die, this is the only one. You can take it."

Jiang Ruan raised her neck and stared at the man's sharp and thin face, she didn't expect him to be so small.

She apologized, but he wasn't good enough.

Is it because she wants to drink, or is it for work, for career.

Because I don't want to be his useless canary.

I want to have the dignity of being a human being.

Otherwise, why would she act like her grandson, knowing that the villain, the assistant director, deliberately made things difficult.You have to drink so much wine with the smiling face.

The more Jiang Ruan thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. The more he thought about it, the more he felt wronged. He could bear it, but now, for some reason, in front of him, the wrongedness seemed to double.

The eye sockets turned red uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, teardrops rolled down.

Swish.

The kind that instantly burst into tears.

"Woooooooo..."

Jiang Ruan felt ashamed and cried while wiping away her tears.

But there were too many tears, and my little hands were all wet, but I couldn't finish it, sobbing non-stop.

Seeing her crying, her small face was covered with tears, as if she had suffered some great wrong, Bao Ye's brows were furrowed, one head and two big in an instant.

He said coldly, "Why are you crying?"

(End of this chapter)