Lan Chu's clear eyes were full of shock.

Bai Jingchen wrapped her arm around her waist, and the other big palm lightly clasped her back of her head. The overbearing and unprepared kiss almost left the girl with nowhere to escape.

Lan Chu's heartstring trembled slightly...

She gently put her hand on the man's hard chest, felt his hot breathing, and her face gradually swelled red.

The girl bit the man's lips in annoyance.

"Hiss——" Bai Jingchen couldn't help taking a breath of pain.

His affectionate kiss was suddenly interrupted, so he had to let go of the girl, and gently wiped the bitten lips with his fingers, and a few drops of blood appeared.

Bai Jingchen frowned lightly, lowered his eyes to look at the blood on his fingertips, "Chu'er, you bite so hard to murder your husband?"

"That me..." Lan Chu bit his lips lightly.

She lowered her head with a guilty conscience, quietly raised her eyelids to look at him, and whispered, "I...I didn't intentionally bite you, I just... can't breathe."

Hearing this, Bai Jingchen couldn't help laughing with her.

The big palm held up the girl's face, and the man looked at her seriously, "After so many times, why haven't you learned to breathe?"

Lan Chu's face instantly became redder with a rub.

Her clear eyes stared at the man slightly, "Bai Jingchen, you spilled my milk tea, so that I didn't eat the cake, and you are still playing a rogue like this, I will ignore you!"

The girl stomped her feet in embarrassment. She turned around in anger and ran. She didn't run fast with her short legs.

"Don't be a hooligan, can't I make a mistake?"

Bai Jingchen's lips lightly clicked, he arbitrarily slipped his hands into his pockets, and walked slowly behind the girl with his long legs, "I will pay you for the milk tea and cake. Do you want to drink the taro mud? Do you want to drink the taro mud or milk tea? Bobo the kind..."

He heard the man's ridiculous voice coming from behind.

Lan Chu covered his face with both hands, and with his little soft hand pressed against his cheek, he could feel the hot temperature.

She quickened her pace more and more, Bai Jingchen continued to spoil her with her smile, and soon caught up with her...

It turns out that his girl is so coaxing, no candle light dinner, no small wine, just a little sweet.

...

In the midsummer of July, the sky is blue with green trees.

The new issue of Vogue magazine is on sale. The charm of Qingyue, the queen of singers, and the sunshine of Chinese actor Shi Qing'an have completely captured the hearts of fans as early as the pre-sale!

The July new issue was almost cut in seconds.

In the office building of the Bo’s chaebol, the employees were dancing or crying, chatting about it after lunch break...

"The charming queen vs the little milk dog is so good! I recently picked up the humanities to find candy, and it feels a bit on the top."

"I'm going to cry if I didn't grab the magazine, I'm crying now!"

"I got it! It's so awesome that Vogue was cut in seconds. Fortunately, I have the speed of being single for 25 years!"

"When can I get the real sugar? I really want to see the little milk dog crying under her body by the fairy..."

Just when the employees discussed in full swing.

Bo Yucheng walked into the pantry suddenly, the black suit wrapped the man's long body, his whole body was inadvertently exuding a little cold, and he casually squinted his eyes.

"Bo...Boye." The chatting staff fell silent for a moment.

Although the pantry is a place to rest and it is also a lunch break, the employees are still a little confused when they see Lord Bo.

Bo Yucheng's face was cold, and he replied in a deep voice, "Yes."

He sat in the office for too long, and wanted to come to the pantry by himself for a little activity. He took a cup of coffee and was ready to leave. He glanced at him but suddenly noticed an employee’s mobile phone screen...

It happens to be the cover image of the Vogue July issue.

Bo Yucheng had no interest in celebrities, but when he saw the woman on the cover, his eyes stopped subconsciously for a moment.

The woman wears a delicate mask, her eyes are beautiful, her red lips are enchanting, her posture is even more charming, her whole body is surrounded by a kind of nobility and sharpness in her bones...

Even if he didn't show his face, it still gave people a sense of familiarity.

His long, narrow eyes narrowed slightly, "Who is this?"

"Huh?" The employee was stunned for a moment. She followed the man's eyes and looked over. Then she realized what he was asking, "Oh, this...It's Qingyue, the queen of singing."

"Qingyue?" Bo Yucheng's eyes darkened a little.

I have never heard of this name, but there are countless details on this woman that overlap with her, especially the frown and smile when the red lips are slightly curled up, which is exactly the same as her.

The employee noticed that men were paying special attention to this, and she asked carefully, "Boy, do you like Qingyue too?"

Bo Yucheng gently rubbed the coffee cup with his fingertips, squinted at the screen, "not interested."

He uttered a few words with a blank expression on his cold lips, then moved away from the pantry with his slender legs...

"No, isn't it?" Employee A looked at him leaving behind and felt incredible, "Boy just asked about my goddess?"

"I have never seen a woman who Bo is interested in."

"The overbearing president will always say that he is not interested, but he is very honest. After the boy returns to the office, he may tell Special Assistant Wen..."

Employee B cleared his throat and impersonated with a cold face, "Within three minutes, I want all the information about this woman."

The pantry burst into laughter and the atmosphere was cheerful.

After Bo Yucheng returned to the president's office, there was a touch of depth in the black ink pupils, the meaning of which was unclear, which made people unable to figure out what he was thinking at the moment.

"Tuk tuk-" Until the knock on the door sounded.

Bo Yucheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he replied in a deep voice, "Go in."

Wen Mo immediately opened the door of the office and walked in, still with that expressionless appearance, "Boy."

He directly handed over a secret letter contained in a file folder.

Bo Yucheng gently lifted his eyelids carelessly. He took the folder and opened it, and gazed down at the information on it, his eyes that hadn't been turbulent before condensed.

Wen Mo pursed his lips, "Boy, the wholesale goods you want to S Chau were intercepted by the Jingshi Pavilion in Country A during transnational transportation."

Bo Yucheng's deep voice was a little oppressive, "Reason?"

"Heavy weapons and medical equipment, no red-head documents prohibit transnational transportation." Wen Mo replied truthfully.

Hearing this, Bo Yucheng's ink-colored pupils added a bit of coldness, he threw the folder on the desk, and then leaned back against the leather seat back.

He sneered coldly, "The handwriting of the heir of Jingshige who has never been seen before?"

"It doesn't seem to be. I heard that the heir has disappeared recently. Even Jing Shige's own people have difficulty contacting him. It should be because other people are intervening in this matter." Wen Mo said.

Bo Yucheng said coldly, "Nothing? Then find him for me."