A book about a boss who travels through time and space, I am actually the mother of the king

Qi Ye approached Xiao Wang, his heterochromatic eyes showing natural attraction, "Little woman, why didn't you tell me you came out? Didn't you tell me last night that you were willing to be with me?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Quan Xue meaningfully.

Quan Xue understood in an instant, "You moved in again last night?"

The Seventh Master's eyes were calm, and his eyebrows were only slightly raised.

Xiao Wang: I knew it. Sex is like a knife hanging over your head.

The advantage you take by talking will be paid back sooner or later.

If I had known this, I would have taken advantage of it last night.

"Are you kidding me? You don't really want to be my boyfriend?"

The corners of Qi Ye's lips couldn't help but curl up, "I do."

Xiao Wang:......

Quan Xue held the Buddhist beads tightly and restrained himself, "Please come over here. Quan Quan, don't come over yet."

"Wait for me." Qi Ye greeted Xiao Wang and followed Quan Xue to the side.

There were only two people.

Quan Xue opened up, "Are you after her money? Or is it because of her youth, beauty and sincerity?"

Qi Ye said, "Anyone in the world may want something from her. But I really want her as a person."

Although the man in front of him had an unquestionable tone, revealing a sense of long-standing commitment.

But it made Quan Xue even more convinced that only by acting could one have such feelings.

This man has never had much interaction with Quan Quan, so it's wrong for him to have such deep feelings for her.

Quan Xue relaxed a little, "As far as I know, the more beautiful a person's words are, the bigger the difference in their actions is."

Qi Ye looked at Quan Xue and said, "You seem to have a good impression of her."

"good."

"Everything you said was very beautiful and reasonable."

"hehe."

"So, will your family allow you to have a girlfriend like her?"

"..."

In a word, Quan Xue was choked.

He struggled for a while, then made up his mind, "But I will have power one day."

"And then?" Qi Ye asked slowly, forcing Quan Xue to think deeply.

And then...what will happen? Quan Xuemo threw a stone into the lake.

The Seventh Master spoke slowly and continued, "Then, you became successful and famous. You had a lady from an aristocratic family who matched you as your wife. At that time, you thought of your white moonlight, and used your power to find her, pursue her, coerce her, and make her a mistress who could not see the light of day."

Quan Xue clenched his fists tightly.

Although he wanted to refute, every word the person in front of him said was actually the closest to reality.

His career is on the rise.

There was no way he could marry her.

Qiye's expression was very cold. "So do you understand?"

"You are the one who should stay away from her. I am different. I am just a small businessman and I can choose the girl I love. I don't need to care about her identity. As long as I like her, it's fine."

As long as he likes it.

Quan Xue was deeply stimulated by this sentence.

This is the real Versailles.

How many men living in this world, even if they are descendants of imperial aristocrats or chaebols, can say that they don't care about the other person's identity as long as they like the person?

He was really envious at this moment.

Hey.

hatred.

See he can't speak anymore.

Qi Ye walked towards Xiao Wang and left a message before turning around, "By the way, I'm not only pretty in words, but I'm also pretty good looking. She's very satisfied."

Quan Xue stared at Qi Ye's back, turned around and left without saying goodbye.

As soon as he got into the car, the Buddhist beads on his wrist broke with a bang.

The beads scatter all over the ground.

The driver called out in panic, "Master."

Then get off the car immediately and squat down to pick up the beads that are bouncing and scattered.

But some of them have already rolled away to who knows where.

Quan Xue touched the empty wrist bone, feeling a sudden sense of emptiness after being familiar with it, but he said, "Forget it. Let's go."

The driver didn't dare say anything, got in the car and started it.

It was the first time he saw the young master with such a dejected expression on his usually calm, confident and intelligent face.

Moreover, that string of Buddhist beads was clearly the young master’s favorite.

Since he came back from this time, he has been wearing it and can't let it go.

What exactly happened?

……