Out of control and sinking

Bo Ye is indeed busy.

Sensing her movement, he didn't even lift his eyelids, his hands typing incessantly, and his thin lips uttered a single word: "Speak."

Jiang Ruan: "..."

So cold, sob sob.

She silently withdrew her hand: "It's okay, you go ahead and do your work. I'm just a little thirsty, I'll go get some water myself."

After saying that, he was about to prop himself up on his legs.

Actually, she just tried walking and was able to walk normally, but her knees were badly bruised and looked quite scary.

Before Jiang Ruan's feet even touched the ground, the man next to her reached out and pressed down on her shoulder, while putting down his laptop.

Bo Ye frowned and said, "Wait."

Jiang Ruan blinked and saw him leave.

Bo Ye returned shortly afterward.

Two servants followed behind him.

One person was carrying a folding table, and another was holding a tray with fruit, dried fruit, and other things on it.

The table was opened, and the maid put down the tray of items.

He bowed his head and said, "Miss Jiang, please enjoy your meal."

Then he went out.

Bo Ye held a large glass of water, lemonade, in front of her.

"Drink."

Jiang Ruan blinked. This service was just too thorough!

She smiled and said, "Thank you."

I picked up the lemonade; it was still warm. I took a sip; it had honey in it.

She licked her lips: "It's delicious, sweet."

Did you do this?

Jiang Ruan asked him.

Bo Ye pinched his tired brow with his fingertips and replied, "Mm."

"Honey lemon water, it soothes the throat."

As he spoke, he glanced at her and said in a nonchalant tone, "You're smiling so happily, drinking more will protect your voice."

Jiang Ruan paused in her drinking.

He blinked his dark eyes, as if there was a deeper meaning behind his words.

It must be her imagination.

Did she smile happily?

I guess he was having a great chat with Sister Qin and found out about Li Xin's gossip.

Tsk tsk, I didn't expect him to see it.

“My dear President Bo, you really care about me. You don’t forget to check on me even when you’re working.”

She said smugly.

Bo Ye interrupted her: "No, you've misunderstood."

Jiang Ruan: "Huh?"

"It was your laughter that disturbed me," Bo Ye said in a flat tone.

Jiang Ruan: "..."

His lips twitched involuntarily.

The narcissistic heart that had been growing was shattered in an instant.

The two exchanged a few words.

Bo Ye snapped out of his reverie and continued working diligently.

As the president of the Bo Group, he is the backbone of the entire company. He has been away from the company for several days and has not gone to the company since he returned. There are still many things waiting for him to handle.

Look at how focused he is.

Jiang Ruan couldn't bear to disturb him.

After a while, seeing that his furrowed brows had relaxed, Jiang Ruan kindly handed him a slice of orange that she was peeling.

As she brought it to his lips, she said, "Here."

"It's very sweet, you should try it."

Bo Ye lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on her slender, white fingertips. Her neatly trimmed, rounded fingertips were painted with pink nail polish, making her look very cute.

She was feeding him an orange at that moment.

Bo Ye doesn't like oranges, but faced with her initiative, he subconsciously opened his mouth and bit into the orange she fed him.

The sweetness of the orange instantly filled my mouth.

Jiang Ruan leaned closer and asked him, "How is it? Isn't it sweet?"

"I didn't lie to you, did I?" Bo Ye looked up and his gaze fell on her small face.

She was looking at him expectantly, like a child longing for adult approval.

His dark eyes flickered slightly, and he replied, "Mm."

"It is indeed quite sweet."

Feeling great after being praised, Jiang Ruan picked out another segment of orange and fed it to him.

She said, "You've been busy all afternoon, why don't you take a break? No matter how busy you are, you need to balance work and rest, right?"

"Working with your head down like this all the time is bad for your cervical spine."

Bo Ye ate the oranges she fed him.

Of course he knew that this was bad for his cervical spine.

He usually prefers to be in his study.

But because of her presence, she couldn't stand being in the study; he was there to keep her company.

I started working on the sofa with my laptop.

Actually, it wasn't too bad for Bo Ye; he had experienced even more difficult office environments before.

But now his neck is indeed a bit uncomfortable.

Besides, she's by my side.

With a slight raise of his eyebrows, Bo Ye put down his notebook, then reached out and supported her waist, pulling her into his arms.

The movements are domineering and powerful.

But they thoughtfully avoided touching her injured leg.

Jiang Ruan exclaimed "Ah!" and sat on his lap, holding half an orange in her hand.

"You're not working anymore?"

Bo Ye laughed angrily: "Didn't you say you wanted me to rest because I was tired? Do you want me to work or rest?"

Jiang Ruan stuck out her tongue: "Then you should rest for a while."

Leaning against him, she yawned lazily: "Being a CEO is really not easy. Watching you switch between English, Thai, and French all the time, my eyes are getting tired."

"If I were to do this, I think I would go insane."

Bo Ye: "You'll get used to it."

“Not everyone can develop this habit.” Jiang Ruan asked him, “How many languages ​​do you speak? I don’t think I’ve ever asked you that.”

Bo Ye thought for a moment and said, "Probably from eleven countries? I know a little about Indonesia, but not very well, though I can manage normal conversation."

After those words were spoken, there was no sound.

Bo Ye looked down and saw Jiang Ruan staring at him with wide eyes and a shocked expression.

His expression was as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Bo Ye forced a smile: "What's wrong?"

"Ten...eleven languages?" Jiang Ruan was dumbfounded, staring at him with a strange expression, and after a long while, she managed to utter, "You're so perverted."

Bo Ye: "..."

He laughed angrily: "Jiang Ruan, are you asking for a beating?"

Anyone would dare call him a pervert.

However, well, she wasn't the first person to call him a pervert.

“A gentleman uses words, not fists,” Jiang Ruan quickly replied, exasperated. “Speaking eleven languages, what else is that but a freak? A genius.”

Jiang Ruan sighed: "I'm not much younger than you. I only know English and Chinese. Oh, my English isn't very good either, but I can still communicate normally."

"I was feeling pretty good at first, but now that I'm compared to you, what am I going to do? I feel so bad."

Bo Ye said, "What's the big deal?"

“Our jobs are different. Bo’s has many partners, almost all over the world. If I don’t know their languages, I’ll easily be taken advantage of when we work together.”

"You don't need to discuss cooperation, so why learn so many languages?"

His voice was low and magnetic.

Jiang Ruan leaned against him and could clearly hear his strong heartbeat, accompanied by the warm breath he exhaled as he spoke.

Isn't this kind of intimate relationship exactly what she's always dreamed of?

Jiang Ruan's heart was pounding. She nodded, "That makes sense."

Then she pinched a segment of orange and fed it to his mouth.

"Open your mouth."

Bo Ye's mouth was filled with the sweet taste of oranges.

Actually, he didn't want to eat anymore.

But seeing her bright eyes gazing at him tenderly, Bo Ye suddenly had other thoughts.

The man parted his thin lips, took a bite of the orange, but didn't eat it. Instead, he lowered his head and moved closer to her lips...