Out of control and sinking

Chapter 182 You don't want to be on the front page with me tomorrow, do you?

【it is good. 】

Upon seeing the text message, Bo Ye's lips curled into a smile. His well-defined features pressed the switch, turned off his phone, tossed it aside, and continued working.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Nan pushed open the door and came in: "Mr. Bo, Mrs. Bo couldn't get through to you on the phone, so she called the front desk and said she wants you to come back for dinner tonight."

Upon hearing this, the man didn't even lift his eyelids. His dark eyes were fixed on the screen as he replied to the text message, his tone indifferent: "No time."

Chen Nan was clever: "Then I'll say you have social engagements."

Bo Ye: "Mm."

"By the way, Mrs. Bo wants your latest phone number. Should we give it to her?"

Chen Nan asked again.

His and Bo Ye's phones were stolen earlier.

The mobile phones and phone numbers I use now are all new.

Therefore, Mrs. Bo did not.

But Madam Bo was really too cold-blooded this time. Miss Jiang was already kneeling outside.

She refused to see him.

They didn't care about Bo Xilai's life or death.

I imagine even Bo Xilai is disheartened.

Sure enough, Bo Ye said, "No."

"Isn't there a front desk phone number?" He said with a mocking smile. "Tell her to contact the front desk when she has time."

If you didn't know better, you'd think they were strangers.

After all, only unfamiliar customers would contact the front desk to schedule a time to meet with Mr. Bo.

Now even Madam Bo has fallen to this state.

Chen Nan said, "Yes."

Then he turned around and went out.

Hearing the door close, Bo Ye stopped what he was doing, pinched his tired brow with his fingertips, and looked into his dark eyes with a complex and unfathomable expression.

He got up and went to the window. Standing on the high floor, he looked at the bustling traffic outside, but his tall, slender figure seemed inexplicably lonely.

After standing for a while, Bo Ye lit a cigarette, took a drag, and the smoke instantly enveloped his face.

I quietly smoked for a while, then went back to work.

...

In the evening, Bo Ye picked up Jiang Ruan in his car. The restaurant was in the western district, half an hour's drive from her company. It was rush hour, and there was some traffic.

Jiang Ruan took out a mirror from her bag and looked at her face. She had been busy at the company all day, so she made a point of touching up her makeup before leaving.

She was actually quite surprised that Bo Ye would ask her out to dinner today.

It was just a thought, after all, he's so busy.

Suddenly, her dream came true, which made Jiang Ruan both excited and thrilled.

Looking at her exquisite makeup and feeling quite beautiful, she touched up her lipstick while humming a tune.

Bo Ye's voice came from beside her ear: "Did something good happen today? Why are you so happy?"

His tone was tinged with sarcasm.

Jiang Ruan pursed her lips. Her makeup today was specially made in a dusty rose pink, paired with MAC dusty rose lipstick, making her look like a cute girl.

She turned her head and winked at him, then smiled, revealing her small white teeth: "Guess."

How could Bo Ye possibly have guessed?

But being influenced by her, I couldn't help but feel better.

"Actually, nothing much is good, but work is going pretty smoothly." Jiang Ruan put her lipstick in her bag, looked up and gave him a flirty wink: "Can't I be happy having dinner with you?"

Bo Ye clicked his tongue lightly.

"Are we almost there?" Jiang Ruan asked, noticing the navigation system indicated they were getting closer to their destination.

Bo Ye replied, "Mm."

"I estimate two or three minutes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a rustling sound.

Taking advantage of the traffic jam, Bo Ye turned to look at her.

Jiang Ruan was already wearing a black mask and large sunglasses, and a black sun protection suit over her clothes.

They were fully armed.

Bo Ye's lips twitched slightly: "What are you doing?"

It's turned out like this.

Like a thief.

Jiang Ruan lifted her sunglasses, her dark eyes looking at him: "Let's disguise ourselves a bit. After all, we both have special identities. It would be terrible if we were photographed by paparazzi."

"You don't want to be on the front page with me tomorrow, do you?"

(End of this chapter)