Boss on top: My wife is too hot

Back at the Banshan Resort, Song Rong warmed up the food, and Jiang Xiyuan ate a little before going back to her room.

Thinking about all kinds of things in Happy Valley, my heart warmed a little, and then I looked at the colorful cotton candy placed in a small bottle by the table, and couldn't help but took a step over.

The outer layer has melted somewhat from exposure, congealing into a yellowish syrup.

Although he couldn't bear to spoil the beauty, he stretched out his fingertips expectantly, carefully tore off a small piece, put it in his mouth, and it melted naturally.

Sweet to the bottom of my heart, but not greasy.

Hungry, took a few more mouthfuls before stopping.

I never thought that cotton candy would make people so unsatisfied.

Perhaps because of this, recalling the experience of the haunted house again, he blushed naturally.

A certain feeling in her heart also made her feel strange. She took a breath, turned on her laptop, and logged into Weibo to check the latest news of the day.

Ningcheng broadcasted, and a piece of news about Zhang Bo popped into view: [Supermodel Lou Xiaoxiao was admitted to the hospital due to illness, and the president of Wanhe Group stayed with him all night], the bold font was strangely large, and I wanted to catch the attention of others all at once.

Another stimulus.

At the auction, Lou Xiaoxiao made such a bold move, still in front of her eyes.

Sure enough, as Lou Xiaoxiao said, the bet was won.

Jiang Xiyuan didn't know whether he was caring and caring, but no matter what the reason was, Zhang Bo stayed by Lou Xiaoxiao's side in the end, and turned a blind eye to Jiang Xiyuan's arm.

Furthermore, under such circumstances, it is still possible to go to see Ren Jing to find it boring, and ignore it.

Touching the wound on her cheek, she gave a slight arc of frustration.

That's the difference.

The pain is already numb, and it doesn't feel too piercing. Even if she feels lost, she can bear it.

Jiang Xiyuan sighed secretly, looking helpless, lost the moment to turn off the news, an unread message lit up at the bottom of the side.

Jiang Xiyuan clicked on it, and a question from an unfamiliar account: Forgetting someone is harder than falling in love with someone. If it was you, what choice would you make?

Looking at the other party's profile, except for a cartoon doll's head, the rest are all blank.

It seems that either it was sent by mistake, or it was a person who was deeply depressed, posting the way to get the answer everywhere.

Reminiscent of her own emotions, she typed a word: love.

Reply to the past.

After turning off the information, Jiang Xiyuan hesitated for a moment, and opened the ticket booking website.

The high-rise buildings under the neon lights look magnificent and mysterious.

Like a domineering lion, under the silence and night sky.

indoor.

Without the lights turned on, the computer placed on the table emits a bright light, blurring a small distance.

On the screen, there are two interfaces, one is Ningcheng fresh gossip news, and the other is Weibo information.

A slender figure, gracefully sunk in a leather chair, clasped his hands together and touched his lips, staring at the word on the screen with a pair of sharp eagle-like eyes, with shallow and heavy emotions, as if permeated by a cold light, covering the surroundings. A layer of coldness.

The light from the computer screen reflected his solid body, but could not illuminate his cheeks in the darkness.

For a long time, there was silence.

He raised his hand to turn off the computer, rotated the chair, and put the whole person in darkness again.

Like a faint ghost, the deep pupils exude a cold light of unknown meaning.

One day later.

Jiang Xiyuan took her passport, tidied up briefly, and took a taxi to the airport.

The road was slightly congested, and after walking for an hour, we hadn't reached half the distance.

With enough time, Jiang Xiyuan took out her mobile phone, and unconsciously turned to Ye Shenghao's number, hesitated, as if she hadn't touched it with her fingertips, so she didn't know how to make a decision.

Ultimately, give up.

Look out the window and calm down.

In fact, after looking at the air ticket for one night, there is no definite place, but I feel depressed, I don’t know how to pour it out, I just want to leave here, and I don’t need to think about anything.

Thinking about Ye Shenghao's invitation is indeed beneficial to her, but thinking about the relationship between them, she still doesn't want to be too close, after all, some things cannot be changed.

I don't know how to refuse, and I can only leave early, at least staggered with Ye Shenghao's schedule.

It's just that for a moment, she was in a difficult situation, and she was a little entangled, should she tell Ye Shenghao in advance.

Lower the window, feel the cool breeze, itchy, lightly tug on the collar, and gather it up.

The driver glanced at her in the mirror and asked, "Miss, did you have a fight with your boyfriend, so you want to relax?"

"." Jiang Xiyuan was slightly startled, she turned her head and looked at the driver's back, puzzled. Could it be that her face was still so haggard? "why do you say so?"

"That car has been following me. It's not that your boyfriend is reluctant, what else?" The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and said with a smile. "Or, should I pull over?"

"?" Jiang Xiyuan turned her eyes to look behind the car, and saw the familiar Bentley following him leisurely.

Surprised, when did it happen?
She never found out.

Ye Shenghao knew what she was thinking, so he deliberately stared at her?
Jiang Xiyuan took a deep breath and said directly. "Please keep going."

"We've seen a lot of these things when we're in business." The driver moved forward steadily, while reassuring, "It's such a big deal for a couple to live, just talk about it, and there is no need to suffer physically and mentally."

Then he said, "I see, your boyfriend is quite infatuated, and he doesn't overtake other cars with his age, because he is afraid of the danger of traffic jams, being so considerate, and following silently all the time, just rushing over this can calm down, right? "

Hearing that the driver had a boyfriend before and a couple after, Jiang Xiyuan felt blush.

Biting her lips secretly, "He's not my boyfriend."

"Hey, when the young couple is arguing, they can say anything." The driver added, making Jiang Xiyuan very confused.

Perhaps in the eyes of the driver, the more she talked, the more she was deliberately covering up.

In the end, he didn't bother to explain any more. He glanced sideways at the Bentley at the rear of the car, his heart trembling slightly.

Picking up the phone again, he sent a message to Ye Shenghao, "Mr. Ye, I have considered what you said to me. The concert is indeed a rare opportunity, but for many reasons, I still can't go with you. I hope you understand. .”

Message sent out, no reply.

But after looking at the car, Bentley suddenly speeded up, overtook the taxi, and drove forward.

Jiang Xiyuan looked at the snow-white streak passing by, her unexpected behavior made Jiang Xiyuan feel a little lonely without knowing it.

It quickly returned to normal, and I also feel that this is the best result.

However, just as he put down his phone, he saw Bentley parked in front of him.

The door opened, and Ye Shenghao, who was wearing a navy blue suit, stepped out of the cab.

Under the sun, his figure was perfect, his facial features were erect, and he had a cold and arrogant aura.

Reaching out to stop him, the taxi driver took the initiative to stop the car.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiyuan opened her pupils wide, confused and puzzled.

"Miss, the most important thing between two people is communication, it's always good to have a good talk." The driver explained with a smile.

"." Jiang Xiyuan was astonished by this.