Out of control and sinking

Chapter 464 Go see him

"Sure, it'll probably just be a monthly summary." Sister Qin asked her, "Are you busy tomorrow?"

Hearing this, Jiang Ruan was immediately delighted, and she couldn't hide the smile on her face.

She said mysteriously to Sister Qin, "It's a secret."

Then, without waiting for the makeup artist's help, she took off all the hair accessories herself.

As for this Republic of China-style hairstyle, it can only be washed with water because of hairspray.

However, Jiang Ruan thought it looked quite good.

Seeing her rushing around, picking out clothes and shoes, the makeup artist asked Sister Qin curiously, "Where is she in such a hurry to go?"

Sister Qin smiled and said, "Besides that person, who else could make her like this?"

The makeup artist immediately understood.

That would be President Bo, of course.

Besides that person, who else could make Jiang Ruan so flustered?

In the taxi, Jiang Ruan booked a ticket on her phone and called Chen Nan.

Upon receiving the location and room password from Chen Nan, Jiang Ruan's lips curled into a wicked smile.

That's right, she's going to find Bo Ye.

Anyway, it's still early, she can make it back the day after tomorrow if she goes today.

She really missed him.

I want to see him right away.

Jiang Ruan was initially excited during the six-hour flight, but after a few hours she became so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open.

When she got off the plane, it was the flight attendant who gently reminded her that they had arrived.

It was still afternoon when I got off the plane.

Due to the time difference, it's already evening in China.

Chen Nan said that Bo Ye had an important meeting in the afternoon and a social engagement in the evening.

It was still early, so she could go to his hotel to catch up on some sleep and talk to him later that evening.

Jiang Ruan is not fluent in foreign languages, but she can still communicate orally without any problems.

Take a taxi to KoKo Hotel.

As soon as Jiang Ruan entered, she was drawn to the hotel's luxurious decor, a style completely different from that in China.

The receptionist was a very pretty young lady. She greeted Jiang Ruan warmly upon seeing her.

Jiang Ruan responded by stating the floor she wanted to go to, and Chen Nan said that Bo Ye had booked the presidential suite, which was on the 99th floor.

Upon hearing that she wanted to go to the 99th floor, the receptionist showed surprise, but still gently asked her what her relationship with the other person was, as well as the password and such.

Jiang Ruan confidently stated that she was his wife, and then revealed the password.

The receptionist then led her into the private elevator.

He escorted her all the way to the suite door before bowing and leaving.

As the elevator doors closed, Jiang Ruan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the keypad lock in front of her, and entered the password.

The door opened.

The bright light greets you; the front door faces the living room, which has a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Jiang Ruan walked over in her high heels.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the entire city view, you get a sense of being above everyone else.

She put down her bag, turned around and looked around. Everything was neat and tidy. Then she turned and walked inside.

Upon entering the bedroom, a pressed, solid black men's suit hung in the closet.

Jiang Ruan picked it up and smelled it; it was the scent of Bo Ye's cologne.

Bo Ye's presence can be felt everywhere.

Jiang Ruan felt very comfortable. Sleeping in a traditional Chinese cheongsam was uncomfortable, but there were no women's bathrobes available here.

For men only.

Thinking of the clothes Bo Ye had worn, she changed into them, turned off the bedroom light, and went to catch up on sleep.

I set the alarm clock before going to sleep.

7 p.m.

Bo Ye went to the banquet. Inside the Rolls-Royce, the man leaned back in his seat, his long legs crossed.

Looking at the empty replies on WeChat.

Bo Ye's brows furrowed involuntarily.

Judging from the time he sent the text message, it was 4 PM.

It's been three hours, and she still hasn't replied.

Feeling a little uneasy, Bo Ye exited WeChat and made a phone call.