Out of control and sinking

Chapter 489 Hello, Mr. Bo?
The next second, Jiang Ruan's low voice came to my ear: "Yeah."

I felt depressed and replied to him as if I was curled up in the quilt.

Suddenly, Bo Ye's heart was at ease.

He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was wrong." Jiang Ruan bit her lip and said, "Don't be angry, I'm just in a bad mood."

"Maybe I'm too tired from filming recently. I'm sorry."

Listening to her apologizing to him, Bo Ye frowned as if he was pinching a fly to death.

I felt distressed and helpless: "Why apologize? No need to apologize. I am your man, the one who sleeps with you. If you are in a bad mood, who else can you tell if not me? Do you know?"

Jiang Ruan was touched: "Yeah."

And I heard him say,

"What a crap show, don't shoot it."

"I'll pick you up tomorrow, and I'll support you from now on."

Hearing that she was not allowed to film, Jiang Ruan instantly perked up: "No."

"We have already filmed one-third of the show. Stopping filming now would be a breach of contract."

The man was disdainful and sneered, saying domineeringly: "The Bo family doesn't lack that little penalty."

Jiang Ruan felt pain in his temples. "It's really not okay. I don't need that little money. But if this gets out, no one in the entertainment industry will dare to ask me to film in the future. This is not trustworthy."

"Okay, okay, I know you feel sorry for me, and I'm very happy."

Jiang Ruan's voice was much more lively than the dull one at the beginning: "It has nothing to do with work. I am very happy filming here and I get along well with my colleagues. Maybe women are emotional animals. I am a little uncomfortable when you are not by my side."

Jiang Ruan had been holding back the last sentence for a full half month.

Since they started filming here, they have been calling each other quite frequently.

But Jiang Ruan never said that she missed him. After all, this kind of separation was a common thing in the past, and she didn't want to become so pretentious and make him feel that he couldn't live without her.

She kept her longing inside her heart.

She thought that filming was one day at a time, and soon the show would be finished, and she could go back and reunite with him.

She couldn't even help counting the days.

She was counting down in her heart. But today, she couldn't help herself.

Bo Ye coaxed her for a long time.

After hanging up the phone, Bo Ye was quiet for several minutes before picking up the cigar and lighter next to him.

He stood up and walked to the French window, opened it, pinched the cigar between his fingertips, and tilted his head to light it.

The spicy and bitter taste of the cigar instantly penetrates the spleen and lungs.

Bo Ye took a few puffs, smoke enveloped his entire face and his eyes were dark.

After smoking a cigar, Bo Ye returned to his desk, turned on his computer and sent several files to Chen Nan.

When Chen Nan received Bo Ye's call, he was dancing in a bar.

There's no way, I'm too tired and busy at work during the day.

I can only go out for entertainment at night.

Otherwise, you’ll have nowhere to spend the money you earn.

"Brother Nan, someone is calling you." The hostess sat on the edge of the sofa and shouted at Chen Nan who was dancing on the dance floor in front of her.

There was slow dance music playing at this time, but it wasn't very noisy.

Chen Nan was having a great time, but when he heard this, he immediately became unhappy: "Who is it? Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

"What boss? Is he your boss?"

"Since you don't want to answer, I'll hang up for you."

Boss? Mr. Bo?
Upon hearing this, Chen Nan's heart almost stopped and he rushed over without saying a word.

"Don't hang up!"

After taking the phone from the girl and making sure she was still on the line, Chen Nan wiped the sweat off his face and breathed a sigh of relief.

so far so good.

He dared to hang up on President Bo, so he probably doesn't want to continue his career anymore.

I quickly turned around and went to the bathroom to answer the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Bo?"