Transmigrated into the body of the vain and materialistic ex-girlfriend of a young master

S Country, Bo's Group Headquarters.

The top-floor CEO office area offers a panoramic view of the city skyline through floor-to-ceiling windows.

The conference room door opened, and a group of people filed out.

The executives, dressed in suits, walked briskly, holding folders in their hands, and talking in hushed tones.

Bo Jinghuai walked at the back, his black shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing a section of his wrist bone.

Su Jingsheng followed behind him, holding a notebook in her arms.

Today she wore a white fitted shirt, a light gray pencil skirt, revealing her slender white legs, and low-heeled pumps.

The attire of an intern secretary.

Bo Jinghuai walked to the office door, pushed it open, and gestured for her to come in.

As Su Jingsheng passed by him, he lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Close the door."

The voice was very soft, but it carried a different meaning.

Su Jingsheng blinked and obediently reached out to close the door.

Bo Jinghuai had already walked behind his desk and sat in the large leather chair. He loosened his collar, leaned back in the chair, and stared at her.

"come over."

Su Jingsheng walked over and stood in front of the desk. "Let me see the meeting minutes from earlier."

Su Jingsheng opened the notebook, handed it over, and said, "Write it down."

Bo Jinghuai took it and looked down at it. She was very organized and had marked the key points.

He looked up at her. "You remember well."

Su Jingsheng smiled and said, "Of course, I studied it before I came."

Bo Jinghuai put down his notebook, reached out to her, and said, "Come here, why are you standing so far away?"

Su Jingsheng walked around the desk and went to his side.

He reached out, put his arm around her waist, pulled her into his arms, and made her sit on his lap.

Su Jingsheng exclaimed, "What are you doing? This is the office!"

"What's wrong with the office?" Bo Jinghuai lowered his head and brushed his nose against her earlobe. "It's my own office."

Su Jingsheng dodged.

Bo Jinghuai didn't let go; instead, he hugged her even tighter, resting his chin on her shoulder as he stared at the pile of documents on the table.

"When you were standing there during the meeting just now, I wanted to hug you."

The little girl blinked. "Aren't you paying attention in the meeting?"

Bo Jinghuai gently massaged her waist with his large hand. "I couldn't concentrate, and now I can't hold back anymore."

Su Jingsheng blushed and whispered, "There are so many people in the secretariat outside the door."

"The soundproofing is excellent; they can't hear you," he said, his hand sliding down her waist and onto the hem of her skirt.

The bodycon skirt is very tight, outlining the curves of the waist and hips...

"No, this is the office."

"You are my girlfriend, the holder of my shares, and the future mistress of the Bo family."

"Can't I use my own office at home?"

Su Jingsheng couldn't refute what he said, so she could only glare at him.

Bo Jinghuai had one arm around her waist, and the other hand slid up her back.

The sunlight outside the window was perfect, shining on the messy desk.

On the table were documents, a notebook, and her, along with the black pen she had just put down.

The two then went to the lounge.

The curtains weren't drawn, and sunlight streamed in, casting large swaths of light and shadow on the bed.

Bo Jinghuai placed her on the bed and turned to draw the curtains.

The room darkened, with only a few slivers of light filtering through the cracks.

He walked back to the bedside, stood there, and looked down at her.

She was slumped in the dark sheets, her white shirt disheveled, her light gray skirt still on, but the hem had ridden up a little, revealing her slender, white thighs.

Her black hair was spread out on the pillow, her little face was pink, and her almond-shaped eyes were watery as she stared at him.

Bo Jinghuai walked over, leaned in, and grasped that slender waist...