Out of control and sinking

Afterwards, Bo Ye considerately carried Jiang Ruan, who was covered in a thin layer of sweat and had flushed cheeks, into the bathroom.

He moved very carefully, afraid of waking her.

Jiang Ruan was truly exhausted and didn't wake up from beginning to end. Bo Ye gently helped her take a bath and wash her hair.

I tidied her up nicely before carrying her back to bed.

It was already 3 a.m.

Bo Ye didn't linger. He picked up his shirt and put it on, his well-defined fingers fastening the buttons, his face radiating languor.

After getting dressed, he went to the bedside, looked at her sleeping soundly, and leaned down to give her a light kiss on her red lips.

He gently stroked her cheek with his palm, his touch tender and affectionate.

"Go to sleep, baby."

The men's voices were all hoarse, tinged with a strong sense of lust.

Then turned and left.

A servant was keeping watch in the living room. Upon seeing him, the servant bowed respectfully and said, "Mr. Bo."

Bo Ye stopped walking and said in a calm tone, "Don't tell her I'm back."

Servant: "Yes."

Then turned and left.

The maid watched his retreating figure with curiosity.

Now that President Bo has returned, why not let Miss Jiang be informed?

But they were servants, and their only duty was to do what their masters told them to do.

After getting into the car, Bo Ye didn't leave immediately, but instead took out a cigar from his pocket.

Light the lighter, and smoke begins to billow.

With a cigar held between his slender, pale fingers, the thick smoke filled his nostrils, making him even more alert.

Bo Ye, however, maintained a faint smile throughout.

This little fool, with such a low alcohol tolerance, still dares to drink with others.

She recalled how she had called out to Bo Ye just now. Her voice was so sweet and soft, it was incredibly alluring. If her back hadn't been still not fully healed, Bo Ye wouldn't have let her go so easily.

As he was thinking, Bo Ye's thoughts wandered to another place.

It seems he needs to find time to arrange someone to be by her side. Sister Qin is her agent, but she can't keep an eye on her private life all the time.

The entertainment industry is chaotic, and scheming is rampant.

Jiang Ruan is intelligent, yet naive.

You can't see into someone's heart. She's a bit naive, so he has to help her keep an eye on people.

Thinking this, Bo Ye's eyes were dark and unfathomable.
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The next day, when Jiang Ruan woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

I was woken up by Sister Qin's phone call.

As she got out of bed, she felt her bones relax. She rubbed her neck, but Jiang Ruan's head still felt throbbing.

When the call connected, Sister Qin's voice came through: "Honey, you finally answered the phone! Look how many times I've called you. If you hadn't answered, I would have come over to find you."

Jiang Ruan cleared her throat and sighed, "Don't even mention it, I drank too much last night, and my head still hurts."

"What happened? Didn't I not have work today?"

Sister Qin: "It wasn't there before. Now it's suddenly there again."

Sister Qin's voice was gentle, suppressing her excitement: "Honey, guess who came to our door, and they specifically asked you to film them!"

Jiang Ruan has recently become indifferent to the word "filming".

I'm even a little annoyed.

Hearing this, her voice remained completely calm: "Who is it?"

Sister Qin said, "Harper's Bazaar Era."

"It's that most popular studio, both domestically and internationally. Stli, the editor-in-chief of Harper's Bazaar Times, suddenly came today and said that your advertisement was exceptionally well-shot and that he wanted to collaborate with you to make you the global cover of Harper's Bazaar Times next month."

"Honey, do you know how wonderful this is? You've hit the jackpot!"

Jiang Ruan was still in shock: "Who did you say?"

Her eyes widened as much as Tongling's, her voice filled with disbelief: "Bazaar Times wants me to shoot an advertisement?" (End of Chapter)