Fortunately, he was quick and quickly caught the porcelain vase. 2.8.Chinese.Text.Net

Bo Yuheng put the blue and white porcelain back in its place, then raised his head and looked at her intently.

Su Qingyou's heart jumped, and he wanted to go back to the room, so he heard him say, "Drink some wine with me." ”

Drinking again?

Su Qingyou frowned, only to see that on the coffee table next to the sofa, a bottle of wine, half of which was gone.

She hesitated for a moment, but walked down.

When the distance got closer, I found that he had taken off his blazer, his white shirt was a little messy, and several buttons had been torn off, revealing his chest.

He stood a few meters away from her, his eyes slightly squinted and glowing with a misty glow.

Su Qingyou looked away unnaturally, lowered his head, and wanted to walk over to put away the wine bottle, but he was tripped by the cork on the ground, and the whole person lost his center of gravity and fell forward.

Before she could utter her frightened voice, she had already collapsed into her thick embrace.

Her head hit him directly in the chest, and before he could react, she was already rubbing her head.

- What kind of meat is so hard.

"Are you alright? He asked softly, putting his hands on her shoulders to keep her center of gravity.

"Hmm. Su Qingyou hummed softly, wanting to stay away from him, but he hugged her.

"Let me hug you. ”

Su Qingyou was still pressed against his chest, and his face was already red.

"Bo Yuheng, you're drunk, go to sleep. ”

Bo Yuheng's eyes darkened, but he hugged her horizontally.

"You" Su Qingyou thought he was going to use wine to commit murder, but found that he pulled the corners of his lips, "I'm not drunk, go, I'll take you to drink." ”

He gently hugged her and walked towards the basement.

This is the first time Su Qingyou has come to the basement, and there are all kinds of wine on display inside.

Bo Yuheng put her down, took out a bottle and put it on the table, and smiled at her, "Come, try it." ”

Su Qingyou shook his head, "I don't drink it, Yuheng, don't drink it either." ”

He sat down, had already opened a bottle, and poured it himself.

Su Qingyou hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it, but he held her little hand, and his thick palm completely covered her.

Bo Yuheng looked at her with burning eyes, and the faint light in his eyes made her feel a sigh in her heart.

He looked at her carefully, looking at her expression, he didn't understand what she was thinking, and there was a sneer in his voice, "If I were the kind of person who uses force, you would have been my woman a long time ago." ”

Su Qingyou felt that his face was burning hot, and he was very embarrassed, his hand just tugged lightly, and in an instant, she was already sitting on his lap.

The two of them are now acting a little ambiguous and frivolous.

Su Qingyou didn't expect that the drunk Bo Yuheng would be like this, charming, with a hint of wildness.

He was extremely restrained, gentle, indifferent, and even ruthless in his daily life, and compared to now, it was a world of difference. 2.8.Chinese.Text.Net

Bo Yuheng's hand caressed her delicate face, and his eyes roamed back and forth on her red lips like wine.

"Qingyu. He was hoarse, and the faint aroma of wine wafted from his mouth into her snort, "Whatever happens, you won't tell me, why, I just make it so difficult for you to open your heart?"

He stopped what she wanted to say, and his tone was a little cold, "It doesn't matter, you're leaving anyway." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly hugged her tightly, buried his head in her neck, and quietly inhaled the fragrance of her body.

"Do you remember what it was written on our prenuptial agreement?" he asked in a low voice.

"As long as you want, you can file for divorce at any time, and I must agree to you unconditionally. He replied in her place again.

Su Qingyou was in his arms, and the pain in his heart slowly lingered at the tip of his heart.

"If there really is such a day, don't worry, I will definitely promise you. I won't pester you, and I'm not like that. ”

His voice was like a cello playing, and she was caught up in her beautiful voice, a little indulgent.

Bo Yuheng let go of her, with a little bit of broken starlight in his eyes, "Promise me, since you are leaving, give me a kiss, as a parting gift, okay?"

Su Qingyou was stunned by his request, but he couldn't bear to refuse when he saw his expression.

She understands that maybe this time, it will be difficult for her to enter this home.

Su Qingyou's hands were nervously clenched into fists, and a lot of courage was mustered in his heart, and after a long time, he finally stuck to it and gently touched his lips.

She had thought that this would be a kiss, just like they had kissed in a humble bungalow.

But Bo Yuheng's hand rubbed her seaweed-like hair, and his tongue gently swept her lips, making her brain suddenly blank, and her whole body jumped like an electric current.

At first, it was just a temptation, but seeing that Su Qingyou's body seemed to be frozen, he hooked the corners of his lips slightly, continued to lean in, swept her teeth, and gently stirred with her little tongue.

It's like a cold strawberry, sweet like a spring. Bo Yuheng involuntarily moved her body closer to him, unconsciously wanting to grab more.

His hand on her head moved down a little, to her neck and to her back, and was about to reach further into her clothes, but it stopped abruptly.

How many men have tasted less than one percent of the beauty at this time, and they will be eager to explore further, but he has stopped.

Bo Yuheng stopped kissing, opened his eyes, and looked at her with her eyes closed, her eyes dark as night.

Su Qingyou, whose brain had been blank, slowly opened her eyes, only to find that Bo Yuheng was staring at her quietly.

She didn't know what she was supposed to think of him, so she looked away and asked, "Where do you live?"

"Rakugo. ”

"That's good. Bo Yuheng didn't say anything more, put her down from his lap, and stood up.

"Good night. Remember to take care of yourself. As he was about to walk out, he said softly again, "Thank you for the gift." ”

Su Qingyou watched his back disappear, and a touch of gloom crossed his eyes.

It's been a while together, but they still don't know anything about each other.

He didn't understand the pain and tangle in her heart, and she didn't know what the other side of him would look like.

Su Qingyou went back to the room in despair and called Zhibai.

"I'm moving tomorrow, can you arrange a place for me to stay?"

"No problem, miss. Zhibai replied competently.

She held her mobile phone and asked again, "Everything owned by the Bo family really belongs to the Lu family?"

"To be exact, it's yours, because you are the next heir of the Lu family. ”

"Including Wen Yuan?" she asked, still in disbelief.

"Including Wenyuan, and all the products derived under the brand Wenyuan, are yours. ”

Listening to his cold answer like a robot, Su Qingyou's temper came up again, "What are you kidding, how could it be mine!"

"Please be patient and wait for the next invitation from the gentleman. Miss, it's late at night, please rest. ”

After hanging up the phone, Su Qingyou was stunned for a while, and took out a photo from a notebook.

It was a picture of her with her mother.

Because they rarely get together, there are only a few photos together.

"Mom, who the hell are you" she muttered to herself as she looked at the photo.

Thinking that he would have to leave here tomorrow, Su Qingyou's heart was very distressed.

She lay down on the bed, accompanied by the salty taste of tears, and fell asleep.

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She woke up early the next day, just took out some necessary luggage, and quietly left the Bo family in the early morning.

At the door, Zhibai was already waiting for her there.

Yesterday she was distraught and did not see his face clearly, but now she found out that he was an extremely delicate young man, probably about the same age as her, and in his early twenties.

"Miss, please. Zhibai opened the car door for her.

Fastening his seat belt, Su Qingyou heard him ask, "Miss, will you go to the residence first?"

Su Qingyou looked at the Bo family's villa, was silent for a long time, and said, "No, I still have to go to work in the company." You can take me around casually first, and send me to Wenyuan at half past seven. ”

"Yes Miss. ”

The car slowly drove away from Bo's house.

Not long after they left, Bo Yuheng left by the window of the study and sat back in his chair.

Ji Cheng stood opposite him and carefully observed his expression before saying, "Young Master Song said that he couldn't locate Madame's trace through GPS yesterday. Young Master, maybe we should check, maybe Madame is never as simple as we think. ”

Bo Yuheng motioned with his hand to dispel this thought, "I don't want to check this for the time being." ”

"Perhaps, Madame, her"

Su Qingyou, who looks cowardly and loves to cry, may be a ruthless character.

Ji Cheng thought to himself.

"As long as it's safe for her to move out, I don't want to use these tactics against her. Rather than that, we are thinking about how to get my aunt to come back to the shareholders' meeting and how to vote for us. ”

Bo Yuheng's gloomy expression when he just looked out of the window was hidden by him, and he changed his indifferent expression again and began to deal with Ji Cheng's official business at hand. "Young Master, is the injury on your foot healed?" Ji Cheng asked.

"I can go to the company today. Bo Yuheng nodded lightly.

He looked down at the document, extremely focused, like an emperor correcting and folding, his temperament condensed.

Ji Cheng was also a little relieved in his heart.

He felt that Su Qingyou's departure was not a bad thing.

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After Su Qingyou came to the company, her boss happened to walk up to her desk and politely said to her: "Xiao Su, your project is not very good, let Xiao Liu show you later." ”

She hurriedly responded and went to find her colleague Xiao Liu, but Xiao Liu unceremoniously criticized her entire project, "Qingyou, what are you doing! The form is wrong, the budget is wrong, the writing is too colloquial, and ah, this layout is messy, and there is no place to be decent." I've got a template here, so you can take it and study it. By the way, when are you going to publish this project?"

"Two or three days to go. Su Qingyou lowered his head embarrassedly, "I'm really sorry, I didn't expect to do so badly." ”

Xiao Liu comforted her, "Okay, no one can write well at the beginning, you can study and study it yourself, and it will be published in a few days, you have to hand over a decent plan, otherwise, many people will question your strength." ”

"Thank you, Xiao Liu. Su Qingyou smiled at her gratefully, and went back to slowly change.

After a long time, she got up to go to the bathroom, and as soon as she entered the cubicle, she heard several female colleagues talking in the dressing room next to her.

"Did you see, did you see?" said one man excitedly.

"See, what are you doing! Sure enough, it's by selling your body, it's really dirty! Xiao Liu, when you talk to her, you can't stay away from her, be careful that she has any disease to infect you!"

Xiao Liu?

Su Qingyou was stunned, it turned out that they were talking about themselves again.

"Hmph, it's just a green tea, I can't stay in the company with such unclean people all the time!"

She heard Xiao Liu laugh, "It's just a, you can scold, don't take it to heart, I also think she's disgusting, but I can't offend her, right?

Listening to their unbridled laughter, the anger in Su Qingyou's heart soared to the top. "2miào"2bi".*2 pavilion"2,

Who gave them the right to spread rumors!

Since she was a child, she seems to have been enduring it, her parents lost her in the countryside, she endured it, sent her to the fence, she endured, fell in love with Bo Yan and was unanimously cold-eyed by the Bo family, she endured it, she was bullied by Su Qingwen for many years, and she also endured it.

But now, she felt that she couldn't bear it anymore.

Everything the Bo family has is yours, and Wen Yuan is also yours.

Thinking of Zhibai's words, Su Qingyou couldn't help but think: If she was the daughter of the Bo family, would these people still treat her like this?

Do you rush out and beat them, or do you endure it any longer?

Su Qingyou tightly twisted the doorknob and looked at those people through the gap.