Dressed As The Deviant's Boss Beloved

In the early morning, with the ancient bell of Paris Cathedral ringing, a wisp of bright sunlight sprinkles into the pine fog manor,

Jiang Wanze rubbed the sore temples due to his hangover and slowly got up. Before he recovered, a faint cry came into his ears.

He suddenly turned around and saw a woman with her hands on her knees, long hair scattered and sobbing, crouching in the corner of the bed with her head down, her body shaking faintly.

The brain wakes up in a flash.

He picked up his clothes and got out of bed. He frowned and looked at her warily. "Who are you?"

It's not the first time that I've been in the entertainment industry for so many years. It's the first time that someone climbs the bed while he's drunk. It's early in the morning, and it's been a night. He has no way to know what's going on

The woman slowly raised her head, a soft and beautiful face full of tears, looking very miserable, it seems that she was bullied by heaven.

Jiang Wanze was shocked when he saw her face.

Luo Yuwei!

How could it be her? How could she be in his bed?

Luo Yuwei's hand holding the quilt is slightly released, just showing the shocking red on the sheet. Jiang Wanze sees the red, and his pupils shrink slightly. Looking down along the red, it's scattered messy clothes, torn skirts, worn belts, chaotic shoes and... Fragmented jade pendant.

He nervously walked over and picked up the jade pendant. When he saw that it had been broken beyond remedy, his eyebrows and eyes were full of throbbing pain.

Broken, how can it be broken

The first thing he woke up was not to appease her, but to see the jade pendant, a broken jade, which was more important than her?

Behind the man, there was a trace of hatred on the woman's pitiful face. Her fingers clung tightly to the sheet, as if to tear it.

"Wanze, I was walking in the corridor last night. When I passed 307, you suddenly rushed out of the room, full of wine, hugged me, and treated me... You were too strong, I couldn't resist, and then..."

As she cried, she stated what happened last night intermittently. She cried even louder later.

And the man holding the jade pendant also recalled that part of the fragmented memory.

He remembers that he was drinking. All he thought about was Ye Xian. He was so confused that he wanted to find him and found him

It turned out that the man found was not ye Xian.

Jiang Wanze clenched the broken jade pendant in his hand. The edges and corners of the broken jade pieces cut his skin sharply and let out a little blood.

How could that be?

He even did what he hated and despised most.

Luo Yuwei looked at the remorse and pain on his face and said softly, "don't worry, Wanze, I won't pester you. You can't blame it all. You are drunk and you are not sober..."

"Is 20 million enough?"

The man opens his mouth, Luo Yuwei's face turns white for a moment.

"... you, what do you say?"

"Make a price."

Luo Yuwei looked at him incredulously, "Wanze... Who do you think I am?"

"It has nothing to do with who you are. I made a mistake in this matter first, but since it has happened, we need to find a reasonable solution."

The reasonable way is to use money to solve her?

"I don't need money."

Luo Yuwei's sob with a trace of self mockery and strong support makes people feel self reproach unconsciously.

Jiang Wanze holds the jade pendant and rubs his painful head to get up.

What he is most tired of dealing with is this kind of people and things. He doesn't want money. Does he want feelings?

Flashed in my mind and his closest that person desperately begging for other people's charity to her humble face, his heart of disgust deeper.

"You go back to think about it, think about it, and tell me that except for money, advertising, film and television resources, or upgrade contracts, are OK."

Jiang Wanze took out a suit of clothes from the wardrobe and put it on the bed.

Luo Yuwei put on her coat and went to bed with difficulty.

Jiang Wanze looked at her staggering figure and added, "remember to take medicine."

Luo Yuwei's steps stopped and he said, "don't talk to anyone about today's things, just like Zou Gang's, I won't talk to others."

About Zou Gang?

Is he threatening her?

Luo Yuwei's heart is tight, and her teeth are almost broken.

As expected, he was born out of wedlock. In addition to inheriting the noble and dazzling appearance of the Bo family, he had another stream of mean and selfish blood in his heart.

From the beginning to the end, he did not mention the word "responsible" and tried to send her away with money.

She remembers that Bo's mother once invited the famous painter Xia Hewan to paint a painting for her, which was nearly 40 million. She didn't even pay for a painting of her family. Did she treat her as a beggar?

However, originally, they used each other's relationship.

Luo Yuwei clutches her coat and leaves.

……

410, the first ray of sunlight in the morning through the gap of the floor curtain falls on the sleeping little woman on the big bed.

When ye Xian was about to wake up, he always felt that there was a hot gaze staring at her. It was like a wild animal waiting for the prey to appear, which made her very uncomfortable. Until Shi Shiran opened her eyes, she saw a bottle of fresh roses placed at the head of the bed, faintly fragrant.

It's a dream.

They think of flowers as adults.

But it's really hard to be drunk. My head hurts and my feet hurt. The strangest thing is that my buttocks and legs hurt too

I really don't know what happened after I got drunk. I should have made a lot of noise and was dragged into the room by the servant.

Ye Xian rubbed his head, sat up lazily, put his hands down on the quilt, emptied for a long time, and then got out of bed and went to the toilet in slippers.

Half squinting, I didn't notice the man's mobile phone on the bedside table.

As soon as she got out of the room, she heard a small hum of the range hood.

"Well?"

Are the French so sweet? Come early in the morning to make breakfast for the guests?

Ye Xian curiously walked towards the kitchen. When he saw the figure of a tall and straight man inside, there was no sleepiness at all!

President?

Early in the morning, how did the President get into the kitchen? And breakfast? Doesn't he know how bad cooking is?

No, that's not the point. The point is how he's in her room?!

Aware of the seriousness of the matter, ye Xian covers her mouth and hastens to step back for fear that the man will find herself.

But Yu Guang glances at a razor on the dressing table

Where did you get the razor?

A terrible thought came out of her mind. She crept over and touched the blade of the razor. The humidity was still there.

Ye Xian was scared, the bullet returned to his hand, and then stretched his head to look at the clothes the men were wearing in the kitchen, pajamas! The slippers I wear under my feet are the same as hers!!!