Su Wan’s voice ca with a sob: "Why, clearly we are the sa kind of people, why won’t you look at ?"
Bao Ye frowned tightly, almost without thinking, reflexively pulled her away.
The force was so strong that Su Wan’s wrist turned red.
Su Wan clutched her hand, looking at him with red eyes.
She struggled to keep the tears from falling from the corners of her eyes.
"Su Wan." Bao Ye said flatly, his tone so cold it pierced the heart: "This is a public place, don’t lose your dignity."
After speaking, he turned and walked away.
His steps were quick, without the slightest hesitation or reluctance.
Su Wan watched his back, unable to control her tightly bitten red lips, trembling as she cried.
She, Su Wan, a dignified international film queen.
Wherever she went, she was adored and cajoled.
Except for Bao Ye.
Su Wan took a deep breath, raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, the grievance in her eyes turning into determination.
The more he acted like this, the more she wanted to win him over.
Sooner or later, she would make him understand that they were truly people of the sa world.
And Jiang Ruan wasn’t worthy of him at all.
Nor was she worthy of becoming the mistress of the Bo family.
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Before getting into the car, Bao Ye took off his suit jacket and threw it directly into a roadside trash can.
Even so, his brow remained tightly furrowed as he looked down at his shirt, always feeling there was still a trace of Su Wan on it.
After leaving here, Bao Ye simply drove back to the castle.
Entering the living room, a servant greeted him: "Mr. Bao."
Bao Ye blandly replied: "Mm."
Just as he was about to go upstairs, a conversation ca from behind: "Miss Jiang, is this the docunt you ntioned?"
Upon hearing Jiang Ruan’s na, Bao Ye’s footsteps halted.
Turning around, he saw the servant holding up her phone, appearing to have a video call with Jiang Ruan.
"Yes, that’s the one."
Jiang Ruan, anxious, said: "I need this this afternoon, can you help deliver it? I’ll give you the address."
The servant was just about to respond when the docunt was easily taken by a slender finger.
The servant looked up and saw the man, showing a respectful expression: "Mr. Bao."
Bao Ye glanced at her, and the servant promptly handed over the phone.
At least she knew her place.
The cara now pointed at him, and he saw Jiang Ruan on the other side; she seed to be in a lounge, with no one else around, wearing a camisole dress.
Thin white straps hung on her slender, snow-white shoulders, an unspoken allure.
Thinking of last night, his Adam’s apple bobbed.
Jiang Ruan voiced her surprise upon seeing him.
"Bao Ye, why are you back at this ti?"
In response to the question, Bao Ye’s dark eyes remained calm, his voice magnetic: "I ca back to get sothing."
"Do you want this docunt?"
Jiang Ruan said: "Yes, it’s a contract with a brand partner, I need it this afternoon. I was in such a rush I forgot to take it, please have the servant deliver it for ."
Bao Ye interrupted her: "Give the address."
The man’s sharp, defined face looked especially unyielding.
His eyebrows and eyes exuded maturity.
Aura of a person of prominence radiating from him.
Jiang Ruan stared at him on the video, hearing this, she couldn’t help but widen her eyes: "What? Are you going to deliver it yourself?"
"Is that not allowed?" Bao Ye’s tone was indifferent: "I’m just heading out this afternoon, I can deliver it along the way."
Jiang Ruan swallowed: "Are you sure we’re headed in the sa direction?"
Oh my.
The dignified Mr. Bao of Bao Group delivering docunts for her.
This level of service is a bit high.
Bao Ye: "That’s why I’m asking for your address."
Jiang Ruan said: "Nanchang Road..."
"Is it on your way?"
Bao Ye’s deep voice: "Yes, on the way."
Jiang Ruan: "..."
With a strange expression: "Why does it feel like sothing’s not quite right with you today?"
Bao Ye curled his lips: "Why say that?"
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