Addicted to pretending to be good, paranoid Mr. Bo can't stop

"But no matter who you are, no matter what status you are, I like you."

Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then she turned her head and her eyes fell on his handsome and charming profile.

Bo Chenchuan's facial features are very well-defined, sharp-edged, with a straight nose and deep eye sockets.

Such a man, in a high position, is willing to give up everything for her.

Bo Chenchuan suddenly leaned towards her, and his kiss gently landed on her forehead, "You have to remember, no matter who you are, no matter what background you have, no matter what secrets are hidden in your life, I will I am willing to walk with you." His voice was full of magnetism and charm. "

This sentence, like a spell, was firmly imprinted in her mind.

Jiang Yuan's eyes turned red, she stretched out her arms to hug his neck, and buried her head on his chest.

Her heart was beating so fast, and there was a smile on the corner of her lips, "Isn't this what I want to tell you?"

"As long as you want, I will support you no matter what you do."

Jiang Yuan was hit hard by these words, and her cold heart instantly warmed up.

Bo Chenchuan's kiss slid down her jaw all the way, and finally stayed on her delicate and alluring red lips. He sucked gently and tenderly, tossing and turning, lingering.

After a long time, he let go of her, looking at her bright red and moist lips, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Yuan." His breathing was a little short, "If I could choose, I really hope that I will never be separated from you."

Jiang Yuan lowered her eyes, covering up the complexity in her eyes.

"If there is a chance, I will still leave Bo's house." His voice was very low, as if he was muttering to himself.

Bo Chenchuan hugged her and wrapped her whole body in his arms. His chest was very broad, giving people a great sense of security.

"Yuan, no matter what happens in the future, please trust me, no matter what happens, I will protect you."

Jiang Yuan raised her head and showed him a sweet and bright smile, "Okay, I'll wait for you to protect me."

"Instead of being a tool for you to fight with your family."

She didn't want him to be in trouble.

Bo Chenchuan reached out and stroked her soft black hair, his voice was low and charming, "No, never again."

His eyes were getting darker, as if they were stained with some kind of lust.

He lowered his head, grabbed her lips, and bit them violently.

Jiang Yuan put her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and actively catered to his kiss.

The night is hazy, the moonlight is bright, and the room is filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

"I may not be able to see you for a long time after this time." Bo Chenchuan's kiss went all the way down her collarbone.

Jiang Yuan opened her eyes and looked at him.

Her eyes are clean and clear, like the spring water on the Tianshan Mountain, pure and holy "Where are you going?"

Bo Chenchuan's voice was hoarse, full of longing.

He buried his head on her neck and shoulders, gently stroking her sensitive skin.

"I can't tell you for now, but I can assure you that I will not do anything dangerous."

Jiang Yuan hooked her lips, and she stretched out her hand to wrap around his strong waist.

Jiang Yuan lay on his shoulder, listening to his strong heartbeat, her eyes were sore.

There are too many things in her heart that she wants to tell him.

Without saying a word, she reached out and unbuttoned his clothes, and took off his shirt with that woman layer by layer, listening to his beating heartbeat.

"Yuan, don't tease me."

Jiang Yuan's fingers slowly unbuttoned the top of his suit jacket, and then undid the two buttons on the collar.

When her fingers touched the third button of his shirt, Bo Chenchuan's pupils tightened suddenly, and he held her wrist, "Don't make trouble."

Jiang Yuan's voice was muffled, "I don't make trouble."

Her fingers continued to unbutton him until his shirt was completely open.

Her fingertips slid across his chest, like a feather, bringing a tingling and itchy touch.

Jiang Yuan looked at his firm chest and pressed her palm against his firm chest, slowly rubbing it, feeling his tight body.

Bo Chenchuan's breathing became heavy, he held her waist, "Don't play with fire."

She couldn't help laughing out loud, pretending to imitate the women around him and saying: "Master Bo, your figure is still so good."

Her cheeks were flushed, and she joked wildly with her fingers running down his abs.

Bo Chenchuan's body tensed instantly.

She raised her eyes to look at his eyes, where a raging flame was burning, and drew circles with her fingertips on his chest.

Wherever the fingers passed, it was as if electricity hit his whole body.

Bo Chenchuan's eyes became darker and deeper, and his voice was hoarse, "Yuan, do you know what you're doing?"

His breathing became a lot heavier, and he grabbed her mischievous little hand and placed it on his abdominal muscles, "Are you sure you've thought about it?"

Her cheeks were flushed, like a ripe apple, crystal clear, and she said softly, "Think about it, you won't regret it."

He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "If you regret it, just say so, and I'll let you go."

His voice was very low, but she could still hear it clearly.

"I won't regret it."

There was a slight curve on the corners of Bo Chenchuan's lips, and he lowered his head.

His kiss fell on her ear, and his hot breath sprayed on her sensitive and fragile ear.

Her legs went numb, she let out a soft snort, her body softened a little, and she felt his hot body temperature through the fabric.

His deep panting became heavier, "Don't miss me too much, I'll go back and find you when things are done."

He leaned over and kissed her lips, "Wait for me." His heavy breathing sounded in her ears, with a hint of depression.

"Um……"

Her voice was soft and seductive, "Chen Chuan." She called his name, as if she was acting like a baby.

"Yuan." His hands grasped her waist, "I will be back soon."

Jiang Yuan's arm hooked his neck, couldn't help stretching out her hand to pinch his face, and chuckled a few times, "Your face is redder than mine."

Bo Chenchuan didn't speak, he turned over and fell on her body, showing with his actions how agitated his mood was at this moment.

The next morning, the sun came in through the curtains.

There were intertwined panting sounds of men and women in the room, and the girl sang softly, as if she was crying. It wasn't until dawn that the man turned over and stood up.

There was an earthy fragrance in the air.

When Jiang Yuan woke up, the sky was slightly blue, and the sun shone through the cracks in the curtains, sprinkled on the big bed, and shone on her snow-white skin.

He looked down at the woman on the bed, hooked the corners of his mouth and his eyes were full of tenderness, "Why don't you sleep a little longer."

Bo Chenchuan turned over and hugged her into his arms. There was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "Good morning, Yuanyuan."