Chapter 27 She is short of money
Nan Jiaojiao: "..."
She was dragged into the car in a daze. Half an hour later, the old lady pointed to the front excitedly, "Over there Put me down, I'm going to have a beauty treatment."
Nan Jiaojiao's eyebrows jumped, "Grandma, are you healed of your heart disease?"
"What heart disease?" He blurted out, turned around and saw Nan Jiaojiao's expression changed, and immediately covered her heart, "Ah, it hurts, it hurts so much, no, I'm dizzy, please pull over and stop."
Hanchuan had already slowed down the car, and by the time he came around to the back door, Wu Ma had already helped the old lady away.
Looking like he is walking as fast as flying, he does not look like a patient.
Nan Jiaojiao would be a fool if she didn't realize that she was being tricked.
Hanchuan blocked the car door and smiled gently at her, "Ms. Nan, next to you is Mr. Bo. I will lead you up."
"Do you have to go?" She pursed her lips. .
Hanchuan glanced in the direction of the old lady, "Probably so."
She had no choice but to go in with Hanchuan. As soon as the elevator opened, Nan Jiaojiao took a step back and walked out. The female assistant was carrying a tray with A few coffees were walking in a hurry and bumped into each other head-on.
Nan Jiaojiao's face changed, she hid sideways, and her back bumped into a hug. Before she had time to think, her elbow had already been turned back, and was caught by the man's big palm, taking some of the strength away. , hugged her and turned around in his arms.
“Linda!” Bo Yanqing glanced at her coldly and said in a serious tone.
The assistant immediately apologized and was led away by Hanchuan.
The man looked down at the woman in his arms, "Do you have to move your hands every time you see me?"
Nan Jiaojiao blinked and took her hands back, "This must be a misunderstanding."
Bo Yanqing’s hand was still on her waist, squeezing it and not wanting to let go. He looked down at the girl, with a fair and slightly baby-fat face, her hair tied into a ponytail, her face was cooler and more beautiful, and there were two bubbles on her little skirt. It has sleeves, but the style is more Chinese style. He always feels that this kid likes to pretend to be mature, but he is very childish at heart.
"Come in with me."
He took a step back, handed the information in his hand to his assistant, and opened the office door.
Looking back at Nan Jiaojiao, who was still frightened, "I won't eat you, come here."
A trace of heat flashed across Nan Jiaojiao's face. She calmed down a little and raised her feet to follow.
Bo Yanqing pressed the internal line, and soon someone came in with milk tea and desserts.
He took a glass of water, tilted his head slightly while drinking, and swallowed up and down his Adam's apple. The light coming in from the floor-to-ceiling window shone on him, giving him a lazy and sexy look. The cup was still against his lips. He skillfully took off his suit jacket and threw it on the back of the sofa where Nan Jiaojiao was sitting.
"Study what?" he asked. Nan Jiaojiao: "Clothing design."
Bo Yanqing sat sideways at the desk with a document on his lap. He flipped through a few pages and suddenly paused.
“You also took a second major?”
What he was looking at should be her information.
Nan Jiaojiao was not surprised. She climbed into his bed. The information had not yet been in his hands. Old Mrs. Bo made a joke, but he just got down to business.
It seemed unusual not to investigate her.
“Yes, I studied finance.”
Bo Yanqing raised his eyebrows and asked, “Master’s degree?”
After studying the second major to a master’s degree, there was no improvement in design. His behavior is really weird.
Looking back, she completed all her coursework as early as her freshman year and received her master's degree a year ago. No wonder the principal praised her as a genius.
"I underestimated you," Bo Yanqing glanced at her up and down, his thin lips curled up slightly: "It's more than just a face."
Nan Jiaojiao heard what he meant, who said she was good-looking? The study is not good.
She looked at the document on his lap, "Do you need me to add more?"
Bo Yanqing sneered: "I need a little secret."
Nan Jiaojiao tried her best to keep herself pure, but the word "little secret" really stepped on her point. Besides, she and Bo Yanqing didn't have a pure relationship to begin with, and she couldn't even think straight.
"Isn't this appropriate?"
"What's inappropriate?"
Bo Yanqing came over, and she kindly gave up the seat next to her. After he sat down, he put his hand in front of her , pressing her legs with his palms, lowering her body.
When Nan Jiaojiao realized something was wrong, Bo Yanqing was already covering her. Two fists could fit between them, but his embrace was tight.
“Little girl, I’ll keep you.”
(End of this chapter)