Mr.Bo, Love me please be gentle!

Jiang Yuan's face sank in an instant, turned her head, and a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly picked up. At the moment, it was like a hazy layer of cold fog in late autumn. She looked coldly at Jiang Shuren who disagreed.

She shouted, "don't say it!"

"Hey! You girl..."

He wanted to teach his daughter a lesson, but he couldn't say a word to his cruel eyes.

Like a lump in the throat.

I blame him for being a father. Otherwise, I won't let Bo Hanchi bully me to the door of the house. And that cheap girl thinks she's supported by Bo Hanchi and Ji Wei

At the thought of Ji Wei, Jiang Shuren couldn't help shivering.

In the past ten years, there have been three extremely young legends in the imperial capital of mixed fish and dragons. Bo Hanchi and Ji Wei are both one of them. Another is Shen Fankai, the eldest young master of the Shen family.

These three people, in addition to Bo Hanchi's time in the imperial capital, the whereabouts of the other two people are particularly mysterious.

In particular, Ji Wei, the eldest son of the Ji family, is said to have been to the Siberian ice sheet in the far north several times. Many statements about him are circulating in the upper circle, each of which is shocking, and no one dares to question the authenticity of those statements.

Just because it is a legend and a trendsetter of an era.

"Yuanyuan, I'm sorry. My father is useless. My father has dragged you down. Why don't we marry Bo Hanchi? My daughter is so excellent. What kind of man can't get it if you like!"

Jiang Shuren has unprecedented confidence in his daughter, because she was personally trained by the old man. In the year she was 20, she handed over the whole Jiang family to her. As a father, he can't even compare with one tenth of her.

no no It should be one percent, one thousandth, or even one ten thousandth

Jiang Yuan suddenly smiled with a hint of self mockery.

She turned her head and looked at the middle-aged man around her. Her eyes were slightly invisible and cold, but her tone was still light: "Dad, I don't care who you like, who you spoil, even who you marry, but you'd better let your woman give me some peace."

"You know, my temper is not very good. If such a thing happens again..."

Before Jiang Yuan finished speaking, Jiang Shuren nodded hurriedly, smiled and said, "Yuan Yuan, don't worry. I'll teach her a lesson immediately. If she dares to make trouble again, I'll drive her out."

Jiang Yuan couldn't help sneering, slowly lifted up her red lips and said in a deep voice, "I hope you do what you say."

Jiang Shuren's heart clicked, and his expression looked more and more humble. "Yuanyuan, I'm sorry! It's dad who dragged you back."

"Come on! You've been talking since I was 20, and I don't want to hear it anymore."

"Yes, yes, I won't say it. I won't say it again."

……

Back in the car, Ali felt as if he had collapsed. He didn't have any energy. He just wanted to close his eyes and have a good sleep, and then have a good meal when he woke up.

Bo Hanchi drove quietly, with a pair of deep black eyes, like a terrible vortex in the deep sea.

From time to time, he turned his head and looked at the girl sleeping with the co pilot.

Ali curled his legs, his whole body huddled in the driver's seat, his head hanging slightly.

Looking at her from the perspective of thin cold pool, you can just see half of her white little face. The Yellow Road lights penetrate through the window, setting off her smooth and perfect facial lines particularly softly.

The long and curly eyelashes trembled a few times, like a butterfly spreading its wings to fly.

The next second, the girl's eyelids slowly opened, and a pair of clear pupils like glass broke into his vision without warning.

She raised her hand and casually rubbed her short hair. Her apricot eyes narrowed slightly. She asked softly, "haven't you got home yet?"

Thin cold pool gently picked his eyebrows and fainted with a shallow pet under his eyes. "You've only slept for more than ten minutes."

"Only more than ten minutes?" Ali breathed out. "I thought I had slept for more than half an hour."

He could not help bending his lips, smiling from the bottom of his eyes, and asked casually, "are you hungry?"

Ali gently bit the corner of his lip, reached out and touched his stomach, then looked pitifully at him, nodded and said, "well, I'm so hungry that my chest is close to my back. If I don't eat again, I'll probably bite."

Thin cold pool listened and couldn't help laughing, "what do you want to eat?"

"Eat what you have!"

"There seems to be a western restaurant ahead. We'll eat there."

……

A few minutes later, the black SUV stopped at the door of a western restaurant, and soon a waiter came to open the door.

For Ali, who is about to be hollowed out by hunger, even a few minutes is a painful suffering.

So, after smelling a smell of steak, Ali couldn't help swallowing her saliva. A pair of beautiful apricot eyes narrowed slightly and smiled at the waiter who was similar to her age.

The smile filled the pear vortex at the corner of his mouth.

With these glazed eyes, the waiter's heart jumped and his cheeks immediately turned red.

"Little brother, I'd like two medium rare black pepper steaks and a caviar vegetable salad." Ali raised his head slightly, and his white face was full of laughter.

That wanton smile compared the lights in the hall.

With that, she put her elbows on the blue and white tablecloth and put her chin lazily in her palm.

The man sitting opposite narrowed his eyes and a pair of dark eyes sank in an instant.

Like the deep sea with dark tide under the shadow of night.

Pressing down the impulse to press Ali into his arms, Bo Hanchi collected his mind and said faintly, "I want this set meal."

"Yes, sir," said the waiter with a frown. "Sir, miss, do you need anything else?"

"No..."

As soon as Bo Hanchi wanted to say no, he heard the girl across the street say, "little brother, can you tell the cook that I'm hungry and hungry, and let him cook it for me first?"

The waiter was stunned and felt the heart in his chest beating like a drum.

He was so frightened that he quickly drew back his eyes and replied calmly, "OK, miss, I'll tell the cook."

With that, he almost ran away.

Ali was still holding his chin with his hands, his white fingers bent slightly, and his fingers gently knocked on both sides of his cheeks. It was rhythmic.

The beautiful apricot eyes picked up, looked suspiciously at the man opposite, and asked curiously, "Bo Hanchi, what did the waiter run just now? I'm not a monster!"

The man choked, his raised Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his eyes flashed at Ali.