Out of control and sinking

Chapter 464 Go see him

"Sure, it's probably just the monthly summary." Sister Qin asked her, "Do you have anything to do tomorrow?"

Hearing this, Jiang Ruan was immediately happy, and couldn't hide the smile on her little face.

She said mysteriously to Sister Qin: "Keep it a secret."

Then, without waiting for the makeup artist's help, she removed all the decorations in her hair herself.

As for this Republic of China style hairstyle, it can only be washed with water because of the hairspray.

But Jiang Ruan thinks it looks pretty good.

Seeing her in a hurry, picking out clothes and shoes, the makeup artist curiously asked Sister Qin: "Where is she in such a hurry to go?"

Sister Qin smiled and said, "Besides that person, who else could make her like this?"

The makeup artist immediately understood.

Of course it’s Mr. Bo.

Apart from that person, who else could make Jiang Ruan so panicked?

In the taxi, Jiang Ruan booked a ticket with his mobile phone and called Chen Nan at the same time.

After receiving the location and room password sent by Chen Nan, Jiang Ruan curled up the corners of his lips into a wicked smile.

That's right, she was going to find Bo Ye.

Anyway, it's still early, so she can go today and come back the day after tomorrow in no time.

She really missed him.

I want to see him right away.

It was a six-hour flight. Jiang Ruan was very excited at the beginning, but after a few hours he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.

When she got off the plane, it was the flight attendant who gently reminded her that she had arrived.

When I got off the plane, it was still afternoon.

Due to the time difference, it is already evening in China.

Chen Nan said that Bo Ye had an important meeting in the afternoon and also had social events in the evening.

It was still early, so she could go to the hotel where he was staying to catch up on some sleep and sleep until night.

Jiang Ruan is not completely proficient in foreign languages, but he has no problem communicating verbally.

Take a taxi to KoKo Hotel.

As soon as he entered the door, Jiang Ruan was attracted by the luxurious decoration of the hotel, which was a completely different style from that in China.

The receptionist was a very pretty lady. When she saw Jiang Ruan, she greeted her warmly.

Jiang Ruan responded and told the floor he wanted to go to. Chen Nan said that the presidential suite that Bo Ye booked was on the 99th floor.

When the receptionist heard that she was going to the 99th floor, she was surprised, but still gently asked her about her relationship with the other party and the password.

Jiang Ruan confidently stated that she was his wife, and then told him the password.

The front desk took her into the special elevator.

He walked her all the way to the door of the suite before bowing and leaving.

The elevator door closed, Jiang Ruan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the combination lock in front of him, and entered the password.

The door opened.

The bright light comes towards you, and the entrance door faces the living room, which has a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Jiang Ruan walked over in high heels.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the entire city, you will feel like you are above everyone else.

Putting down the bag in her hand, she turned around and looked at her surroundings, which were neat and tidy, and walked inside.

In the bedroom, there was an ironed pure black men's suit hanging in the closet.

Jiang Ruan picked it up and smelled it. It was the scent of Bo Ye's cologne.

The presence of Bo Ye can be found everywhere.

Jiang Ruan felt very comfortable. It was uncomfortable to sleep in a Chinese cheongsam, but there were no women's nightgowns here.

Only for men.

Thinking of the clothes Bo Ye had worn, she changed into them, turned off the bedroom light and went to sleep.

I set the alarm before going to bed.

7 p.m.

Bo Ye went to a banquet. In the Rolls-Royce, the man leaned against the seat with his long legs crossed.

Looking at the empty replies on WeChat.

Bo Ye couldn't help but frown subconsciously.

Look at the time he sent the text message, four o'clock in the afternoon.

It's been three hours and she hasn't come back yet.

Feeling a little worried, Bo Ye quit WeChat and made a phone call directly.