Suddenly, Bo Qing seemed to have thought of something, and raised his head slightly, with a smile on his face that made people ecstasy and had soft eyes all over his body.
Gorgeous, yet murderous, the light flashed by without leaving a trace or ripple.
One second, he was clearly looking at the face above his finger with affection, but the next second, he could be so ruthless that everyone held their breath and couldn't tell which one was the real prince.[
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Bo Qing. They paused for three seconds before seeing the charming man and chuckled.
The haze in his eyes did not dissipate, but instead became more intense.
His fingers brushed a drop of blood on Jinyu's ear carelessly, and he looked at her alleyway casually, his face turned slightly cold, and his tone also became colder.
"Su Mo, call Qin Shi."
After a pause, Miller narrowed his eyes and continued to say in a calm tone: "Whoever did it stays. Everyone else, get out of here!"
His voice is not high.
It even has a bit of softness.
His tone sounded gentle and non-aggressive.
However, Fang Yiran was filled with dense layers of coldness from his legs to his head.
There was also a touch of deep hatred that could not be overcome.
Within a second, only four people were left in Nuoda's conference room.
Bo Qing, Jin Yu, Fang Yiran, Su Mo.
His merciless eyes gradually became a little deeper. He looked at Fang Yiran and raised the corners of his lips expressionlessly. There was no one around at this time, but he didn't care about anything.
He hugged Jinyu into his arms.
Jin Yu whispered slightly and subconsciously wanted to jump away, but saw Fang still staring into his eyes, as if he might tear himself apart at any time.
Suddenly, she retracted her thoughts of escaping.
Instead, he leaned softly into Bo Qing's arms.
Silently, he gave Boqing a look of grievance, frowned, and complained in a waxy voice: "Boqing, it hurts..."
