"Ding dong!"

When the doorbell rang, Chuyao had just finished finishing a box of instant noodles.

She took out a piece of paper to wipe her mouth and looked suspiciously in the direction of the door.

Who will this point be?

Chu Yao asked warily: "Who is it?"

"Open the door." A low and hoarse voice came from outside the door, the kind often described in novels, which makes you pregnant when you hear it.

But Chu Yao was stunned and didn't recognize who it was, "Who are you?"

Bo Nanxian: "..."

He frowned, suspecting that Chu Yao did it on purpose.

How could she not recognize his voice?

Good affection system: [Host, this is flirtation! Miss Chuyao must want to flirt with you! You have to let her guess who you are!]

Bo Nanxian found it difficult to understand.

Isn’t this a boring game played between children?

Good Affection System: [Yes! When you truly love someone, you will become childish in front of him, like a child!]

Bo Nanxian: "..."

He doesn't think Shen Chuyao loves him, although this woman's behavior is sometimes confusing.

Naturally, he couldn't play such a boring game with her. He just wanted to quench his thirst immediately and then leave.

So Bo Nanxian said solemnly: "It's me."

Chu Yao in the room couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Who knows who “I” am?

She took a bite of the apple and said impatiently: "Who are you?"

Bo Nanxian: "..."

The word "Chuan" formed between his eyebrows.

This woman really wants to play such a boring game with him?

Good affection system: [Host, please cooperate with Miss Chuyao, the most important thing now is to complete the task!]

Hearing this, Bo Nanxian took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said coldly: "Guess."

Chu Yao: “………”

You're crazy. You can't ring her doorbell in the middle of the night and ask who knows how, but you still have to ask her to guess???

She angrily took a bite of the apple, thinking that someone was playing a prank, so she ignored it.

Bo Nanxian's hand hanging by his side was clenched tightly, and obvious veins appeared on the back of his hand.

Two minutes have passed. Is this woman still playing games?

He raised his hand and rang the doorbell again.

"Who is it?" Chuyao threw the apple core into the trash can, stood up and walked to the door with a murderous look.

She opened the door and didn't see the person coming clearly, so she directly greeted him: "Do you have cat cakes?"

As soon as the voice fell, a particularly eye-catching handsome face came into her eyes.

Her eyes lit up instinctively.

This is the reaction you get when you see a handsome guy.

Bo Nanxian's deep black eyes stared closely at the woman's plain and beautiful face.

Oh no, strictly speaking it’s her lips.

Chu Yao had just finished eating the apple, and her lips were moist and shiny, looking as tempting as elastic jelly.

The man's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his eyes suddenly darkened a little.

The original idea of ​​accusing women of playing childish and boring games has gone nowhere.

"Why are you here?" Chuyao asked, raising her eyebrows.

She crossed her arms across her chest and leaned lazily against the door frame, with one of her long and thin legs slightly bent.

"I need your help with something." As soon as Bo Nanxian opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse than before.

Chu Yao blinked her beautiful peach blossom eyes with a puzzled look on her face: "What?"

"I'm thirsty and would like to borrow a glass of water." After the man said these words, his Adam's apple rolled a few more times.

Chuyao: "???"

Surprise and confusion flashed in her eyes.

The domineering CEO actually needs to borrow water from her?

Isn’t that right? Isn’t it true that this generation of tyrants has been so miserable?

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Qiao Qiao: Want to see how Mr. Ba quenches his thirst?

a:Drink water

b:Eat fruit
Chapter completed!