Out of control and sinking

Chapter 7 Look at this

The man's tone was full of irrefutable, cold and low tone, Jiang Ruan raised his eyes, and Bao Ye's dark eyes stared straight at her.

Perhaps because she bowed her head for too long, Jiang Ruan never refused in front of him.

But starting today, no more.

Biting her red lips, she got up and walked over, standing in front of him with her shoulders straight, looking down, "Boss, do you want to talk to me about breaking up?"

Playing tricks.

Like a prickly hedgehog.

Bo Ye narrowed his black eyes, looked at her expressionlessly, and made a creaking sound as the beads in his hand were spinning.

The man just sat, even if he didn't say anything, his aura was frighteningly cold.

The whole living room was quiet.

"En." He replied, holding the finger of the prayer beads and pointing to the seat beside him: "Sit."

Jiang Ruan sat down opposite him.

This is the farthest location from Bo Ye.

Bo Ye's face turned dark again.

Taking a breath, he spoke.

"Are you sure you want to break up with me?"

Jiang Ruan nodded: "Yes."

"Three years ago, I had nowhere to go. It was you who took the money to help me settle it. I am grateful to Boss Boss for this matter, but it should be enough for me to be your underground lover for the past three years."

Jiang Ruan's red lips curled up, she looked straight at the man, and sarcastically said, "You can't let me be your lover forever, can you?"

Bo Ye frowned, "I didn't say you were a lover."

"But this is the truth, isn't it?" Jiang Ruan said with a smile: "Otherwise, let the public know that I, Jiang Ruan, am your Bo Ye's woman? Will you?"

The girl's sharp and straightforward words came straight to Bo Ye, without giving him any time to think about it.

He paused, even surprised.

In his eyes, Jiang Ruan has always been a submissive and obedient woman.

In the past three years, I have never disobeyed him.

No matter what he said, she would obediently say yes.

Will listen to her.

But now, she dared to question him.

Bo Ye was silent for a moment.

But in Jiang Ruan's point of view, this is the best answer. Her eyes couldn't stop turning sore, but she held back: "Look, Mr. Bo understands better than anyone else, doesn't he, you and I are not from the same world."

"Who are you, the heir of the well-known Bo Group in Kyoto, Mr. Bo, do you want anything? I'm just a small third-tier star. How could a big man like Mr. Bo marry someone of my status."

"What am I not your lover?"

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Bo Ye said in a deep voice, "My woman."

Jiang Ruan's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at the man with her eyes facing each other. In the past, these four words really made her happy.

But now.

"Mr. Bo has no shortage of women. As long as you want, all the women in the capital are yours."

Jiang Ruan said.

"Jiang Ruan!" Bo Ye was on the verge of being unbearable, with veins bulging on the back of his hand holding the prayer beads, he interrupted in a cold voice, "Don't be too presumptuous."

Who do you take him for?
Is he, Bo Ye, the kind of person who wants all kinds of women?

"How dare I." Jiang Ruan mocked, "Just tell the truth."

"Break up, I don't want everything here, I just want to be free."

"If you are not satisfied, I can return the 300 million to you."

She spoke lightly, but seriously.

I don't miss anything here at all.

In the past three years, Bo Ye bought her many clothes and bags, and he filled the [-]-square-meter cloakroom to the brim.

The price of the tag can be scary.

Not counting the high-end luxury jewelry, next to the cloakroom, the same [-] square meters is enough to open an exhibition hall.

But so what.

Jiang Ruan seldom wears it and has worn it.

Stubborn in her bones, she didn't want to completely become a canary kept in a cage by Bo Ye.

What's more, those things don't belong to her.

She is only a temporary owner.

Hearing the ruthless words of the woman's determination to separate the relationship, Bao Ye's dark eyes were deep, and he stopped turning the fingertips of the prayer beads.

The Buddha beads had been twisted by him continuously, but they had become warm and not so cold.

But after stopping, it quickly returned to ice-cold.

Bo Ye wore it on his right wrist in a slow and heavy way, as if it was pressing not the pulse, but the heart.

He picked up the file casually and threw it on the table.

"Look at this."

(End of this chapter)