Out of control and sinking

Bo Ye got dressed from the cloakroom, and saw that the bedroom was empty, and Jiang Ruan was gone.

The man's dark eyes flicked across waves. When he was washing up just now, he vaguely remembered that someone fed medicine into his mouth last night.

Don't think about it, it must be Jiang Ruan.

Picking up the phone, Bo Ye left the bedroom.

The passing servants bowed their heads and said hello: "Mr. Bo."

Bo Ye's face was cold, and he was walking with slender legs. When he came down the spiral stairs, he heard the girl's teasing voice like silver bells.

Bao Ye raised his eyebrows, and when he looked up, he saw Jiang Ruan squatting in front of the French window, she in a white dress was holding a snow-white cat in her arms, as if she was one.

The sun shone in and fell on Bai Zhe's small face, making her smile brighter and brighter.

Sweeter than smiling in front of him.

Bo Ye raised his foot and walked over, "Where did the wild cat come from?"

A voice came from behind, Jiang Ruan turned his head, and saw the man wearing a black suit, exuding nobility.

She curled her lips: "What kind of wild cat, this is the Persian cat raised by Nan's daughter. Her daughter went on a trip to other provinces, so I brought her here and let her raise it for a few days."

"Do you think this cat is very cute? Her fur is all white and very soft."

Jiang Ruan stood up and walked towards him with the cat in his arms.

But Bo Ye subconsciously stepped back, his brows were tightly frowned: "Is it cute?"

"It's obviously ugly."

He said with disgust: "Some people like such an ugly thing."

Jiang Ruan laughed angrily: "Do you have aesthetics? How ugly is it?"

"Look at it, it's as white as cotton candy, and let me tell you, it's still soft and comfortable to hold."

Jiang Ruan praised unceremoniously.

Looking at the cat in his arms, he could hardly hide the love in his eyes.

Bo Ye blurted out, "Not as comfortable as you."

Jiang Ruan raised her head suddenly, thinking that she was hallucinating: "Huh?"

Jiang Ruan turned her head and saw that there was no one around, so she blushed and accused him.

"Bo Ye, when will you be able to speak yellow accent!"

Bo Ye raised his eyebrows, stared at her without looking sideways, and said in a magnetic voice, "I mean it's comfortable to hold."

"What are you thinking about?"

Jiang Ruan: "..."

"Then you said it in one sentence. It's easy to be misunderstood when you say it so simple."

Bao Ye chuckled, stretched out his hand in his pocket, and raised his leg to approach her.

"Misunderstanding? Misunderstanding what, eh?"

"It's obvious that your thinking is not pure, and you blame me."

"Who isn't thinking purely?" Jiang Ruan muttered, "It's clear that you can't express yourself clearly."

"Okay, I won't tell you anymore, aren't you going to the company, go quickly."

He was so close to him, listening to her chasing him, what else did Bo Ye want to say, when he saw the cat in her arms, he suddenly remembered that she was still holding him.

Frowning, he immediately stepped back.

Jiang Ruan raised her eyes and saw this scene.

She looked surprised, as if she had discovered some new continent in the world: "Bo Ye, you are not afraid of cats, are you?"

Bo Ye paused slightly: "You think too much."

He had one hand in his pocket, his head was raised, and the Adam's apple exposed by unbuttoning two buttons at the neckline made the man's wild abstinence even more attractive.

"Are you really not afraid?"

Jiang Ruan walked forward with a smile, and approached him: "Then why are you backing away?"

"Look how cute this cat is, why don't you give it a hug?"

Seeing her approaching step by step, Bao Ye's face turned dark immediately, he gritted his teeth, "Jiang Ruan!"

"Stand there, don't come over."

"Why." Jiang Ruan said, "And said you are not afraid of cats."

"Tsk tsk tsk, why didn't I find out before, Bao Ye, you are afraid of cats."

The smile on Jiang Ruan's face could hardly be held back.