Out of control and sinking

When asked, Jiang Ruan nodded: "Yes."

The smile in Boss Zou's eyes deepened. Looking at the pure-looking, petite girl in front of him, he clicked his tongue twice in his heart. So this is the kind of girl Bo Ye likes.

Lolita type.

"That's right."

Mr. Zou said, "I've known Bo Ye for a much longer time than you have."

That statement also carries a hint of boasting.

Jiang Ruan was speechless: "I can tell."

Boss Zou asked in surprise, "How did you figure that out?"

Jiang Ruan stammered, "Age."

She pointed at his face.

"You look older than me."

"They must have known each other for longer than I have."

Jiang Ruan spoke with righteous indignation.

This is the first time in all these years that Mr. Zou has been called "old".

She truly deserves to be Bo Ye's woman.

Just like him... sharp-tongued and sarcastic.

That's just how Bo Ye is; one sentence from him left him speechless with anger.

His lips twitched violently.

Mr. Zou looked a little embarrassed.

He touched his face and muttered curses, "Where am I old? Nonsense! I'm in my prime! Handsome and dashing..."

Whether you're old or not has nothing to do with me.

Jiang Ruan remained indifferent, her eyes fixed on Bo Ye, as if afraid something might happen to him.

Jiang Ruan said, "But I have to tell you, Bo Ye is straight, not gay."

"I don't have any mistresses I keep outside."

"It's even less likely that I would raise a son."

It means go back to where you came from.

She wouldn't believe him.

Seeing that Bo Ye was alright, Jiang Ruan turned around and looked at Boss Zou's appearance. Although he looked fierce, he was quite interesting to talk to.

He should be quite familiar with Bo Ye.

"Besides, based on what I know about Bo Ye, you're definitely not his type."

Jiang Ruan smiled at him: "So you should just give up on that idea."

She has a pretty sweet smile. But she's not his type.

Boss Zou scoffed: "So what if he doesn't like it? There are plenty of people who like me, I don't need him."

"He only likes the little loli type like you, like an elementary school student."

Mr. Zou: "An old ox eating young grass."

The tone was sinister.

Jiang Ruan's lips twitched, and she immediately didn't want to talk to him anymore. She turned her head to watch Bo Ye fight.

Unexpectedly, Bo Ye was really good at fighting. After he joined in, he took down several black men.

A crowd of people gathered around to watch.

Jiang Ruan noticed that the South African woman was staring intently at Bo Ye.

Their eyes were shining.

It looks so delicious it's making my mouth water.

"..."

However, looking at their faces, Jiang Ruan felt no sense of crisis whatsoever.

After all, only the whites of his eyes are white.

Finally, Bo Ye took down the last black man.

Black people were lying all over the ground.

Jiang Ruan excitedly ran over, looked at the man whose forehead was covered in sweat, and took out a tissue: "Are you alright, Bo Ye?"

How are you?

Bo Ye said, "It's nothing."

As he wiped the sweat from his forehead, the bodyguard came over and reported what had just happened to Bo Ye.

Jiang Ruan listened and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I wanted to save this little girl, and that's why they started fighting."

She couldn't bear it: "She's only fourteen years old. She was sold here from China. She's our compatriot. If those two black men take her away, she definitely won't survive."

Bo Ye calmed his breathing, looked at Jiang Ruan, held her nervous little hand, and coaxed her, "It's okay."

He knew she was kind.

I can't stand those heinous and immoral things.

But this is South Africa.

This kind of thing probably happens every day.

They are not saviors either.

Bo Ye looked at the bodyguard: "Find out who they are and tell them we want this little girl."

Bodyguard: "Yes, sir." (End of Chapter)