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

"Mr. Song, you are drunk." He Ze took the blanket on the side and prepared to cover him.

"Get out!" Song Jinnian slammed the blanket in his hand to the ground, staggered back and almost fell to the ground.

He Ze and Jiang Yuan looked at each other.

"Mrs. Song, let me help you take you back."

She raised her eyes and looked at the time. She had only been here for less than half an hour, and she didn't have time to talk about anything that should or shouldn't be talked about.

"I asked my assistant to send him back. I haven't talked to you about the wedding yet." There was some hesitation in her words.

Also with a little bit of temptation.

He Ze still had a warm smile on his face, "Mrs. Song is really worried about her wedding."

"After all, this is the last wedding in my life."

Jiang Yuan smiled and nodded, "Then show me your usual designs."

"I want to use it as a reference so that I know what kind of accessories I want for my wedding." His voice was gentle and magnetic, "Okay."

Not right.

Jiang Yuan made eye contact with him, with a slight hesitation between her brows and eyes, "Have you known me before?" He Ze's expression did not change at all, and he even grinned at her, "Yes, how could I not know you?" Here." There was an extra charm in his voice, "The daughter of the Chen family."

"Who doesn't know him?"

"Is there anything else?" Jiang Yuan curled her lips, a hint of sadness flashed in her eyes, "But I feel like I know you."

He Ze was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "I guess we met on some news."

"My ex-husband looks exactly like you."

He Ze's pupils shrank for a moment, and his smile was a little stiff, "Ex-husband?"

"Yes, ex-husband." Jiang Yuan nodded, her eyes slightly red, "His name is Bo Chenchuan."

Bo Chenchuan.

He Ze's hands hanging by his legs were clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms.

"I was engaged to him, but he suddenly disappeared, and later there were rumors that he was dead. I didn't expect...it was because of you." Her voice was choked with sobs.

He Ze twitched the corners of his lips, and his eyes fell on the window. "Maybe he has forgotten you a long time ago."

"Yes." Jiang Yuan responded, lowering her head to cover up the pain deep in her eyes.

He Ze lowered his eyes, hiding the turbulence in his eyes, "Then is he good to you?"

"pretty good."

The atmosphere in the jewelry studio became a little strange. Jiang Yuan slowly put down the bracelet on her hand with trembling eyes, "Please help me loosen up this bracelet."

The other party's big hands slowly covered her slender white wrists, and the warm touch spread through her skin to her heart, and her eyes turned red.

His breath sprayed against her ears, and his warm breath brushed against her sensitive ears. She couldn't help but shudder, but she forced herself to stay calm.

"Why are your muscles so tense?" He Ze said, his slender fingers roaming around her wrist with moderate strength and very comfortable.

She closed her eyes slightly.

"Mrs. Song, your hand circumference should only be around 1415cm. This 17cm one is too big." His movements were gentle, his eyes were focused and obsessed, and his voice was low and sexy.

Jiang Yuan opened her eyes and looked at him, "I'm used to wearing a belt, can I change this?" Her voice was cold and distant, as if she was distant from others.

He Ze's hand paused for a moment, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, "Mrs. Song's waistline is also very beautiful." His fingertips traced her slender waist, his eyes were stained with desire, and his voice was hoarse, "When the time comes I can help you surround the wedding dress with a circle of diamonds."

Jiang Yuan pushed away his extended hand, "Your hand is very cold."

"I'm sorry." He Ze's fingers stroked her ears. "Mrs. Song, you seem to have lost weight compared to the past two years." He said, leaning down and taking out a long ruler and wrapping it around her waist.

Jiang Yuan pursed her lips slightly. His movements were a bit ambiguous. She just glanced at him indifferently, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes.

"Mrs. Song." He Ze suddenly came close to her ear, and his warm breath blew on her auricle. "You don't seem to have had your ears pierced."

Jiang Yuan's eyes suddenly widened, "You're looking too carefully." There was unconcealable panic in her voice, and she took a few steps back.

"I also wanted to design an earring for you." His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of scaring her.

Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "I don't need to wear earrings, so don't worry."

"Mr. Song, Mrs. Song." There was a knock on the door outside, accompanied by the sweet voice of the secretary, "Mr. Song, the wine you requested has been brought."

"Please come in."

"Mr. Song, the wine has been brought." She is relatively petite in height, and she looks particularly petite standing next to a man who is about 1.8 meters tall in professional attire.

Her eyes fell on the glass of wine on the table, with a cold light in her eyes.

She understood what Song Jingnian meant, sighed and said to him, "Sorry, that's just how he is. He probably just asked someone to bring this wine."

"Don't you like my style?"

There was a smile in her eyes, "No, it must be that he likes this red wine too much and is afraid that you will outshine him." She picked up the wine glass and shook it gently. The red liquid refracted dazzlingly under the light. She raised the glass and handed it to her. Tell him "In that case, let's have a good taste."

A flash of surprise flashed across He Ze's eyes. He didn't expect that she would offer to drink.

He picked up the wine glass and touched it lightly, then raised his head and drank the red wine in the glass.

His Adam's apple slid, red liquid flowed down his throat, and a spicy taste rushed straight into his mind.

Jiang Yuan was sitting on the sofa. She turned her head and looked at He Ze, who was slowly wiping the marks on the corners of his mouth.

The air was filled with the mellow smell of red wine. Jiang Yuan looked at the glass of wine and suddenly thought of something. He opened and closed his lips boldly, "Do you know Bo Chenchuan?"

Hearing the words "Bo Chenchuan", He Ze's eyes darkened a little, "Of course, he was once the number one person on the Beijing rich list and a business giant." He paused and added, "But he Already dead."

A fierce look flashed in her eyes, "He is my ex-husband. Has no one told you before that you two look alike?"

"No."

Jiang Yuan lowered her eyes and looked at the glass of wine, "I wish he hadn't died, even if he married someone else and had children, or changed his identity." She looked up, her beautiful phoenix eyes full of sadness. Anyway, I’m very happy now.”

"I don't want him to come and bother me again now." She said these words through gritted teeth.

"Isn't he dead?" He Ze's tone was questioning.

Jiang Yuan said no more.

"Mrs. Song, are you kidding me?" He Ze looked at her, his face as calm as water, and the temperature in his eyes gradually froze, "I remember in the news, he has been dead for two years."

"I believe he is not really dead, he is still alive!" Jiang Yuan's voice was filled with excitement. She clenched her fists and tears fell from the corners of her eyes. "He is not dead, he must still be alive!"