Chen Nan: "..."
Completely unexpected.
Chen Nan couldn’t help grinding his teeth: "Mr. Bao, didn’t you say young people should focus on their careers as the main thing and not get caught up in love affairs?"
Upon being asked, Bao Ye looked Chen Nan up and down with a sowhat strange expression, then slowly said.
"I rember you’re about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, right?"
"Almost thirty, and you still consider yourself young?"
With those words, Bao Ye shot straight through Chen Nan’s heart.
Bao Ye even patted Chen Nan’s shoulder, offering seasoned comfort: "Work is work, and life is life. You can’t give up on love for your career. You need to learn how to balance them."
Chen Nan: "..."
Taking a deep breath: "Mr. Bao, you’ve changed."
Bao Ye raised his eyes: "Hmm?"
"How have I changed?"
Chen Nan opened his mouth, but chose not to say anything.
He said dully: "It’s getting late and hard to catch a cab. I’m heading ho."
With that said, he turned around and left.
Watching his back, Bao Ye tidied up his amusent, his dark eyes growing deep, thinking about the two big things in life, starting a family and building a career.
Chen Nan, following him all these years, spent almost all his ti working, even staying busy at ho. Bao Ye noticed everything.
He also hoped Chen Nan would find his own happiness soon.
After being with Jiang Ruan, Bao Ye realized how joyful it was to be with her in their own world aside from the tedious work.
On a ntal level and a physical level.
That was paradise.
With a slight tug at his lips, he gripped his keys and turned to enter the elevator.
When Bao Ye reached the hotel’s entrance, Jiang Ruan had just finished, surrounded by a crowd outside.
Zhang Di had arranged a private passage for her, with the car waiting at the hotel’s back door, protected by bodyguards.
Knowing Bao Ye was picking her up, Jiang Ruan had inford her assistant, so when she reached the back door, the assistant left in a car.
Jiang Ruan headed in another direction.
Under the streetlight at the corner, a black Maybach was parked, with a familiar license plate catching her eye.
Jiang Ruan walked over in her high heels, opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat, looking at Bao Ye, who was smoking a cigar with the window open. The streetlight illuminated his cool side profile.
The car was filled with a strong nicotine sll.
Strong and wild.
Leaning back, Jiang Ruan sighed and complained: "Finally over, I’m exhausted."
As she spoke, she casually kicked off her high heels and rested her feet on the seat. After being confined for hours, her feet felt much more comfortable instantly.
Bao Ye blew out smoke, the glowing red at his fingertips evident as his gaze fell on her bare white feet, clearly showing red marks from the edges of her high heels.
His dark eyes narrowed, and due to smoking, his voice was hoarse: "The Zhang Family is at most a second-rate company."
"Just going through the motions would suffice."
"I can’t do that," Jiang Ruan looked over. The car lights highlighted her purple cheongsam, making her look radiant, with innate elegance and charm. She pouted: "The first company I endorsed after debuting was the Zhang Family. At that ti, I was competing with many talented celebrities. Back then, I was just a young girl who hadn’t seen much of the world, and I never expected the Zhang Family to choose ."
"It was also that endorsent that made many companies notice , so the Zhang Family was my patron."
"For so many years, the Zhang Family has continuously invested in . Now that they’re hosting a banquet, of course, I have to stay till the end."
Listening, Bao Ye pressed the cigar in the ashtray and then took a wet wipe to clean his hands.
All ten fingers, each fingertip scrubbed clean.
"Yes, being grateful is good."
Jiang Ruan watched his actions, knowing he had severe OCD. His first action after smoking was always to wipe his hands.
Just like every night when they... the first thing was always to hold her and take a shower.
Her mind involuntarily drifted to certain things, caught off guard, as Bao Ye said: "Put your feet over here."
Jiang Ruan looked up: "Huh?"
Bao Ye’s dark eyes watched her, casually tossing the tissue into the car’s trash bin, with a magnetic voice teasing her: "Didn’t you say your feet hurt?"
"I’ll massage them for you."
Jiang Ruan blinked, a bit surprised: "I haven’t washed my feet, though."
"And I’ve been standing in high heels all day, my feet must sll really bad now."
"You have OCD, can you handle it?"
Hearing this, Bao Ye’s lips twitched, his gaze playful as he looked at her: "Tsk."
"I’ve kissed you even when you hadn’t brushed your teeth all day, why would I fear unwashed feet for a day?"
Jiang Ruan: "..."
"Opportunity knocks but once," Bao Ye leaned back leisurely and said with a smile: "If you want to massage your feet, just put them over here, or else I’ll drive ho."
Originally, Jiang Ruan didn’t intend for him to massage her feet, but after he said that.
Reviews
All reviews (0)