Out of control and sinking

Looking into the girl's dark, bright eyes, which were full of sincerity, Bo Ye, his eyes dark, put down his chopsticks. His voice was steady and powerful as he laughed, "How about I tie you to my side with that rope from now on?"

Jiang Ruan didn't react for a moment: "Huh?"

"why?"

Bo Ye said calmly, "So that if I don't see you for a while, something bad will happen to you."

This is not the first time.

Bo Ye frowned, clearly upset as he thought about what happened that evening. He was just lucky to have been there tonight; what if he hadn't been?

"This was just an accident. Who knows which idiot poured dish soap on the steps as if I dug up their ancestral grave?" Jiang Ruan complained. Seeing the man's bad expression, she continued, "Once it's found out, I definitely won't let this go."

Bo Ye raised an eyebrow, intrigued: "What do you plan to do?"

Jiang Ruan replied without hesitation: "Of course it's an eye for an eye. I've never done anything so despicable to anyone. They've bullied me, so of course I have to retaliate. Otherwise, it would seem like I'm easy to bully."

As she spoke, Jiang Ruan said viciously, "I'll also pour dish soap down her usual route and see what she does then."

In Bo Ye's eyes, Jiang Ruan had always been obedient and docile.

Seeing her suddenly become fierce, like a little wildcat, was quite a novel experience for him.

Bo Ye chuckled and said, "Okay."

"However, dish soap is not as slippery as cooking oil, so it's better to just pour in cooking oil."

"I believe the results will be twice as good with half the effort."

The man said with a faint smile in a calm tone.

Jiang Ruan's eyes widened: "Cooking oil?"

She silently swallowed, then gave Bo Ye a thumbs up: "I thought I was ruthless enough, but I didn't expect you to be even more ruthless than me."

"If we really use cooking oil, what if someone falls down? They'd be half-crippled, if not killed?"

Bo Ye: "What are you afraid of?" "If you're quick, destroy the camera beforehand, then no one will be able to target you."

Bo Ye laughed and said, "If all else fails, I can find two people to help you with the work."

"I guarantee it will be twice as effective with half the effort, and I'll avenge you."

His expression was calm and composed, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

Jiang Ruan couldn't help but shudder. A terrible thought subconsciously rose from the bottom of her heart, and she couldn't help but ask the question out loud.

"If I offend you one day, and you try to scheme against me, I might end up dead without a burial place, right?"

The girl's fear mingled with her joke as she spoke. Bo Ye had just picked up his red wine and was about to drink when he heard her words and stopped abruptly. He looked up and saw Jiang Ruan looking at him with a serious expression.

Their eyes met, and he remained expressionless, one could even say absolutely calm.

About a minute later, Bo Ye's lips curled up, his well-defined fingers put down the wine glass in his hand, and then he reached out his hand to her, his smile wicked: "Come here."

Jiang Ruan's heart skipped a beat; her intuition told her she had a bad feeling.

“I was just joking with you, Bo Ye,” Jiang Ruan said.

Then a dignified male voice rang out.

"Don't make me repeat myself a second time."

The man leaned back in his seat, exuding a relaxed and languid air, radiating mature masculine charm as he spoke, his eyes fixed intently on her.

Finally, Jiang Ruan got up and came over.

She pouted, stood in front of him in high heels, her shoulders half-exposed, looking quite self-righteous.

"what."

"I already told you I was just joking, why are you getting angry?"