Chapter 277: Young Master Bo's Eight O'Clock Dinner [1]
After a long while, Boqing regained his composure, and Boqing no longer dared to act rashly. He lay there obediently and softly, full of grievances.
On a drunken night, behind the bed is a large floor-to-ceiling window. The curtains are not drawn, and you can vaguely see the lights thousands of meters away.
Jinyu lay there softly, completely asleep due to the alcohol.
Bo Qing put her in the most comfortable position. He put one arm under her head and one hand around her waist from above. He stroked her long hair from time to time and rubbed it gently.
Her earlobes and cheeks.[
very nice.
This feeling made him feel so good.
His eyes, clear and light, glowing with a faint light, were focused on the sleeping woman.
In this life, there was finally one night when I hugged the person I loved so innocently and fell asleep peacefully.
The lighting design inside the house is just right.
Warm and soft, Jinyu's face is particularly still. She is like a porcelain doll sleeping soundly, innocent and charming.
Looking at the ruthless eyes, I couldn't help but feel as gentle as spring water in my heart.
Involuntarily, he thought of the time when she and Zhou Liang were having dinner together, standing alone in the corridor hall, defiant, leaning against the wall, smoking one cigarette after another.
At that time, he was thinking bitterly, when did Jin Yu have a date with him and have a meal with him?
A year ago, every time I went back to the Bo family manor, the house was full of servants, all making her delicious food, and a bunch of people were waiting on her, and a group of them were like light bulbs.
A year later, on the night when the agreement was reached, he prepared delicacies for a luxurious candlelight dinner for two people in the lobby on the first floor of the "Imperial Palace". However, because of that night, he felt sour in his heart, so he pulled her and went directly to the top floor.
, wanted to get straight to the point, but something suddenly happened to her...
From then on, there seemed to be no chance for the two of them to have a meal together.
Suddenly, Huo Qing couldn't help but feel sour in her heart. Other men could have a meal with her, why couldn't he?
