Madam wants a divorce, paranoid Mr. Bo turns into a loyal dog in seconds

"Knock knock" suddenly there were two knocks on the door.

Ruan Ruan raised his eyes and saw a man in a black suit and gold-rimmed eyes at the door of the room, about forty years old.

"Hello, Miss, I'm the front desk of the hotel. Your clothes have been delivered." The man said politely and put the bag he was carrying on the table.

Ruan Ruan nodded, looked him over, and found that the other person actually knew her.

She thought about it and suddenly remembered that this gentleman should be the hotel manager who was responsible for arranging guest rooms at that dinner.

"Thank you." Ruan Ruan pursed her lips.

"No, this is my job." The hotel manager said with a smile, turned and left.

After he left, Ruan Ruan opened the bag and found a long white down jacket inside.

She raised her eyebrows and reached out to touch the material. It was good and quite warm.

Ruan Ruan took out his clothes and put them on, and after making sure he wasn't freezing, he opened the bedroom door and prepared to go find Bo Simu for lunch.

As soon as she stepped out of the bedroom, she met Bo Simu head-on.

The man was wearing a gray and white striped shirt and black casual pants. His neat and clean short hair was slightly hanging down. His expression was indifferent and distant, as noble and cool as the snowdrops blooming on the iceberg.

Ruan Ruan glanced at him, then moved his gaze downwards, landing on the leather shoes on his feet. With a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, he asked, "Why does Mr. Bo wear slippers?"

Hearing the words, the man glanced at her sideways. When his eyes fell on the large piece of snow skin exposed on her chest, his eyes paused slightly and his pupils tightened.

But he quickly returned to normal and replied expressionlessly, "I don't like it."

Hearing this, Ruan Ruan couldn't help but frown.

This man is really... mysophobic and arrogant.

Forget it, it has nothing to do with her anyway.

Ruan Ruan curled his lips and continued walking towards the stairs.

As soon as she got out of the elevator, Bo Simu followed her and stopped half a meter away from her.

Ruan Ruan lowered his head, glanced at the slippers he was wearing, then withdrew his gaze and walked straight towards the restaurant.

Bo Simu followed her, and when he saw her sitting down, he slowly sat down opposite her.

"Eat." Ruan Ruan greeted and began to dig into the food in the bowl.

After breakfast, Ruan Ruan was about to go to work when his phone suddenly vibrated.

The word 'Aunt Lin' was displayed on the screen.

Ruan Ruan was stunned for a moment and quickly answered, "Hello, Aunt Lin?"

"Xiao Ruan, are you free this afternoon?"

"Well, I'm taking the afternoon off. What can I do for you?"

"The master and his wife are bringing friends over for dinner tonight. There are only servants at home, so they may not be well taken care of. Please come back early to help after get off work."

"Yeah." Ruan Ruan nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I'll hang up."

After Ruan Ruan ended the call, he immediately asked the company for half a day's leave.

By the time she got home, it was already past seven o'clock.

Bo Simu was standing outside the balcony smoking a cigarette. When he heard the door open, he turned to look.

"Why did you come back at this time?" He frowned, his tone somewhat displeased.

Ruan Ruan stuck out his tongue, "There's a traffic jam on the road~"

Bo Simu stared at her for a few seconds, put out his cigarette and threw it into the trash can. He said "go take a shower" and went upstairs first.

Ruan Ruan shrugged, put the things he was carrying at the entrance, and went to the bathroom to take a shower after entering the house.

After coming out of the shower, she wiped her wet hair, glanced at the nightgown spread out on the sofa, hesitated, and finally didn't dare to put it on.

Although she knew that Bo Simu would not mess around, after all, a man and a woman were alone in the same room, so it was inevitable that the gun would go off.

Moreover, Bo Simu didn't seem to like wearing nightgown. If he found out, he would probably have to reprimand her.

Thinking of this, Ruan Ruan decisively gave up her nightgown, ran barefoot to the bookshelf, stood on tiptoes and flipped through the books on it.

I don't know how long it took, but she was so tired that she fell asleep on the desk.

Suddenly, there was a sound of gentle footsteps in my ears.

Ruan Ruan was still feeling sleepy, so he quickly opened his hazy eyes and saw Bo Simu standing in front of the desk, staring at him.

"Are you awake?" He said with a clear voice and a deep look.

Ruan Ruan rubbed his groggy eyes and nodded, "Well, I'm hungry. Let's go eat something to cushion my stomach before reading."

As she spoke, she closed the book, bent over, held it in her arms, and walked towards the restaurant.

The two of them each ate their own food, and no one paid any attention to the other.

The meal was a peaceful one.

After eating, Bo Simu asked the housekeeper to prepare a notebook for her, saying that she wanted to read some information.

The housekeeper took orders to prepare, while Ruan Ruan sat on the sofa with a notebook and read.

After reading about five or six pages, she felt bored, so she closed the web page and started to look up some information about jewelry design.

She originally thought it would take a lot of effort to find the information she was interested in, but after browsing through all the books, she unexpectedly discovered many novel and unique jewelry design concepts, which was amazing.

She held the book excitedly, her heart beating loudly, as if she had discovered a new world.

Ruan Ruan couldn't wait to take out a pen and paper and write down his feelings about these design concepts, planning to draw pictures and test them out.

She is bound to win this design competition.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Bo Simu came out of the room.

Ruan Ruan was still holding the book and reading on the sofa. Hearing the noise, he said without raising his head, "Simu, if you are busy, go ahead and do it. I will make some simple things at home to fill my stomach." .”

"Yes." Bo Simu responded lightly, walked over and handed the thing in his hand to her, "You can eat the food that mom asked the chef to cook while it's hot."

"Uh, okay." Ruan Ruan was stunned for a moment, took the box in his hand, and looked at him suspiciously, "Simu, why are you so kind all of a sudden?"

Bo Simu's face was cold and he looked at her condescendingly, "Didn't you say you wanted to eat when you were hungry?"

Ruan Ruan, "..."

She was just being polite, but who knew he would actually take her seriously.

Ruan Ruan bit the end of her chopsticks and glanced at him secretly, wondering if she was sulking because of what happened at noon?

She swallowed and explained weakly, "I didn't mean it, don't mind."

Bo Simu didn't say anything and walked directly past her into the restaurant, leaving her behind.

Ruan Ruan, "..."

She pursed her lips and poked the plate in front of her with her chopsticks.

Alas, this cannot continue.

You have to find a way to cheer someone up.

After eating, Ruan Ruan went to the study.

She first read the book on jewelry design she found today, silently memorizing all the jewelry design concepts she knew and was good at, and then started drawing.

She painted for a long time, and it wasn't until two or three in the morning that she finished a piece of work.

After finishing the drawing, she checked the drawing and made sure it was OK before filing it, turning off the light and going to bed.

The next day, when Ruan Ruan woke up, it was already bright outside.