Out of control and sinking

Bo Ye glanced at her indifferently and uttered two words: "Not lacking."

"Do you need a secretary? The kind who warms your bed, I can do that."

"I can sing and dance, I can be sexy, alluring, and cute—I'm multi-talented. I can even cook, although I can only cook instant noodles..."

"stop!"

Bo Ye couldn't listen to it anymore.

The man, with three black lines appearing on his forehead, finished speaking and said speechlessly, "Jiang Ruan, be serious."

Also, a bed warmer secretary.

She really came up with that idea.

Jiang Ruan coughed lightly, straightened her shoulders, and sat up straight with a smile on her face: "Okay."

She became serious: "I accept your request. We agreed on one million, and a gentleman's word is his bond."

Bo Ye curled his lips: "I remember you injured your leg."

He said quietly, "Shouldn't we just not touch it?"

"It's just a minor injury," Jiang Ruan said seriously. "It won't affect anything, don't worry, it definitely won't affect your experience."

Bo Ye: "..."

It feels like the two of them are making some kind of deal.

Bo Ye frowned. Seeing that she was about to speak, he said, "Let's eat first."

"We'll talk about tonight's business."

Just as he was about to pick up his chopsticks, Jiang Ruan's questioning voice came from beside him: "You're not going to back out, are you?"

Bo Ye's hand trembled.

"Bo Ye, you can't do this... um..."

Before she could finish speaking, Bo Ye shoved the meat from his chopsticks into her mouth, filling it completely. He leaned close to her ear and gritted his teeth, saying, "If you keep nagging, I don't mind starting now."

"Jiang Ruan, do you want to experience what it feels like to be unable to get out of bed tomorrow?"

This is an absolutely blatant threat.

Jiang Ruan blinked, biting into the meat and mumbling, "No—"

After lunch, Jiang Ruan sent a text message to Sister Qin in the afternoon.

She said she had a cold and kept sneezing at home.

I need to take two days off.

Anyway, it's just a small gig tomorrow, I won't make much money, so I'll just turn it down.

So what if we breach the contract? We won't have to pay much compensation anyway. Our main selling point is that we're not short of money.

When Sister Qin saw her text message, she felt sorry for her because of her cold, so she agreed.

The two chatted on WeChat.

Bo Ye was working next to Jiang Ruan when he heard her laugh, which interrupted his thoughts.

Turning my head, I saw Jiang Ruan typing on her phone screen with a silly grin on her face.

I wonder who she was having such a good time chatting with.

His mouth was agape.

Bo Ye: "..."

My mood instantly soured.

His tone, which had been gentle, instantly turned icy, and he issued a series of orders to the company's senior executives in a very brief manner.

Then I continued reading the documents.

After a while, Jiang Ruan finally finished chatting with Sister Qin. Sister Qin told her that a lot of gossip had happened at the company that day.

And those in the entertainment industry too.

For example, Li Xin went to shoot an advertisement, but ended up arguing with the organizer, and was eventually scolded and left crying, and the cooperation was canceled.

Jiang Ruan felt so good listening to this!!
Let Li Xin mock her yesterday, humph.

Jiang Ruan realized that Li Xin's brain cells were truly unique and unparalleled in the world.

They dare to criticize anyone and everything.

This time she even clashed with the organizers, and you have to understand that she was the contractor.

Jiang Ruan felt much better after hearing this.

Brushing the phone.

Feeling a bit thirsty, Jiang Ruan was about to move her legs when she suddenly remembered that she was a patient.

So, she looked longingly at the mature man in front of her, who was frowning and typing on the computer.

She coughed deliberately to get his attention.

As a result, Bo Ye ignored her.

Jiang Ruan was unwilling to give up and coughed again.

Two fingers playfully traced a path from the sofa to his strong arm, then gently poked it: "Busy?"