Out of control and sinking

Chapter 21 Bo Ye's Call

Jiang Ruan sent him a text message!
Staring at the girl's sweet off-shoulder dress profile picture, he smiled exceptionally brightly, like a little sun.

Bo Ye gripped his phone tightly, his dark eyes calm and still, yet something seemed to be subtly stirring within them.

He snorted coldly in his heart.

At least she has some conscience.

He tapped the typing box on the screen, his slender fingertips landing on the keyboard, but then paused.

The man frowned, seemingly hesitant.

Chen Nan was still giving a long report on tomorrow's busy work when Bo Ye didn't respond. Chen Nan looked up and saw Bo Ye staring intently at his phone screen.

His expression was serious, as if something terrible had happened.

Chen Nan asked anxiously, "What's wrong, Mr. Bo?"

"What happened?"

Bo Ye turned around, glanced at him with his deep eyes, and said in a light tone, "It's nothing."

"Go on."

Then I turned off the screen and casually put the phone in my pocket.

Chen Nan said "Oh, oh" and then continued.

The elevator descended rapidly.

The Bo family's residence is located in the heart of Beijing. Except for the bottom, the elevators are made of tempered glass, offering a view of the neon-lit cityscape at night, showcasing the city's prosperity.

A few minutes later, a top-of-the-line luxury black Maybach S680 sped out of the garage.

The exclusive license plate number of those in positions of power.

The night breeze rustled through the car window, brushing against the man's sharply defined face, exuding a mature and masculine charm.

It was already dark outside the window.

Jiang Ruan also ate dinner.

Before Bo Ye could reply to her text message, the man appeared to have vanished into thin air, his chat page completely empty.

Jiang Ruan pouted.

He must have gone off somewhere to have some fun.

She's been tormented here for two days, and she won't even get a rest when she gets back.

Kidney deficiency occurs in the morning and evening.

Jiang Ruan thought to herself, "This is what I'm complaining about."

If she doesn't want to reply, she doesn't care.

If she ever texts him first again, she's a dog!
She's not going to be a simp; simps spend their whole lives digging for wild vegetables!
It's getting late.

I have to film tomorrow.

Jiang Ruan yawned, stretched, got up from the sofa, picked up her phone and Bluetooth speaker, and went to take a shower.

The bathtub is filled with water.

Jiang Ruan, wrapped in a bath towel, stood in front of the mirror, admiring her narcissistic beauty after removing her makeup, like a lotus emerging from the water.

If you ignore the undeniable HONG HEN (masculine curves) on her shoulders and the front of her body, with her fair skin, that would be even better.

As she stared at the mirror in front of her, Jiang Ruan couldn't help but picture herself coughing.

She recalled the man's forceful grip on her waist.

His Adam's apple bobbed incessantly, his breathing was heavy, and he looked both lustful and decadent.

Jiang Ruan's ears quickly became hot, and her cheeks turned rosy.

She reached out and patted her little face.

Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!
What is she thinking about?

But it must be said, Bo Ye is really capable.

No woman doesn't want to be ruled by a man.

Especially men who are good-looking, rich, have long legs, and a good physique.

Jiang Ruan filled the bathtub with water and put on her phone the song "If You're Going to Marry, Marry Gray Wolf".

Humming a little tune, she stepped onto the bathtub.

The bathtub is very large; it's the kind of bathtub designed for two people.

Jiang Ruan leaned against the edge, enveloped by the warm water, the air filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers—it was simply too blissful.

She slowly closed her eyes.

Enjoy having your own space.

It's better if he doesn't come; then she can do whatever she wants.

There's no need to worry about his expression.

And just then.

It was as if God had heard what she was saying in her heart.

My phone, which was lying on the table nearby, suddenly rang!
And it's WeChat.

You should know that she only ever set a ringtone for one person.

Jiang Ruan suddenly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were still a little confused and blurry, but the clear ringtone was jarring, so she reached out and took it.

Bo Ye's avatar flashed on the screen.

Simple, indifferent.

A pure black background image.

Nothing.

Jiang Ruan pouted; she had sent the text message around 5 p.m.

He's only seeing this now?

But it was connected anyway.

Jiang Ruan held her phone: "Hello?"

(End of this chapter)