Having Triplets With Potent CEO

"Don't you drink?"

Bo Qin's scalp was numb. He dared not drink. He smiled, "drink, I'll drink now. Second uncle, I'll drink with you."

The man didn't mean to let her drink, but let Bo Qin drink with him. Bo Qin's drinking capacity was terrible. After two glasses of brandy, he began to dizzy. Almost half of a bottle of brandy was gone, and Bo Qin's tongue grew up. "Second uncle, come and come, I'll drink with you. By the way, I'll tell you about the cooperation in the city. That man surnamed sun is really not a thing..."

Bo Qin chatted with his second uncle by talking about cooperation with a man. He politely poured him wine. Tang Qingge couldn't bear to see the smile on his face. He knew he was drunk at a glance.

In the end, two expensive bottles of brandy were empty.

Bo Qin is lying on the table, his cheeks are crimson, and his tongue is big. "Second uncle, you don't know. I don't want to talk about cooperation with you tonight. In fact, I want to talk to you... Hey, this is my little secret with Qingge baby. I can't tell you."

Oh.

The man's eyes are dark and dark, and he seems to be in a bad mood.

Assistant Qin bowed over and Bo Qichen said, "take him to the guest room later."

"Mr. Bo, don't worry. I'll take good care of young master Biao, send him to bed, cover him with a quilt and keep him from catching cold."

The man was expressionless. "No, throw him on the balcony."

"... yes."

Assistant Qin looked at Bo Qin sympathetically and lamented that he didn't know how to provoke general manager Bo and went to work in silence.

When Tang Qingge came back from the bathroom, he found that Bo Qin was carried away by assistant Qin, while Bo Qichen was sitting there.

Really, those who should get down don't get down, but those who shouldn't get down get down.

Tang Qingge sat opposite the man, his eyes turned, smiled and asked, "boss, what did you just talk about? You drank so much, didn't you feel anything?"

The man raised his eyes and looked at her slowly, "nothing."

Men always have no expression, so people can't tell whether he is drunk or not.

Whether you're drunk or not.

Tang Qingge bit her finger and didn't get drunk. It's hard to talk. She dared to come forward, "then you don't feel dizzy in front of you. Look at me. How many me can you see?"

She was very close. There was only a distance of ten centimeters between them. She was as thick as crow feathers. Her dark eyelashes flashed. Every blink was another kind of emotional and lovely. Her eyes were clear, her red lips were slightly tooted and opened, and her clothes slightly exposed the bulging gullies in front of her chest. Her neck was thin and her collarbone was white.

"One."

"No, no, you should see two of me. Look again."

He suddenly extended his long arm, grabbed the back of her head and let her close. He breathed deeply. The voice was in her ear, the thin lip was close to her cheek, the eyes were half closed, and the hot breath was sprayed on her earlobe.

"I'm not drunk yet. Button you up."

what?

Tang Qingge looked blankly along the man's line of sight and found that the button on her chest had burst open, revealing a large piece of snow-white skin, and she had just bent down.

She blushed and turned to fasten her buttons.

No!

Tang Qingge turned around, puzzled and surprised, "drunk people say they are not drunk. Boss, you should have drunk a lot. How can you drink so much? Why aren't you drunk? Are you bluffing me? Bo Qin is drunk like a dog!"

Bo Qichen, "..."

Listen to her description.

"Boss, when are you drunk, or we'll have some more. Come on."