Marriage is super sweet: Bo Shaomi's pet has melted

Without waiting for Bo Yan to think carefully, Lin Anran sent a message.

Lin Anran: You go first, I will work overtime.

Bo Yan couldn't help but frowned, looked at Nanmu who was waiting at the side, and asked aloud, "Is Lin Anran's work very heavy?"

Nanmu looked it up immediately, bowed his head and responded, "It's not heavy, it's a normal workload."

Bo Yan's brows frowned even tighter, looking at the glowing phone screen, he felt a little irritable for a while.

"What's the normal workload?"

Hearing some dissatisfied questions from his own president, Nanmu thought for a while and said, "Let's have a few design drafts."

"That shouldn't be working overtime."

Bo Yan put the phone in his pocket and turned off the computer on the table.

"Yes."

Nanmu responded tremblingly, after all, the president's mind is hard to guess, and he may not know what will happen in the next second.

"What are you still standing for?"

Bo Yan thought for a while, then suddenly turned around and asked Nanmu.

Nanmu obviously didn't react, looking at Bo Yan's aggressive gaze, he was almost speechless.

"I... I'll drive for you."

After Bo Yan heard this, he withdrew his hawk-like eyes and continued to mutter to himself: "What overtime is there?"

Nanmu couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, looking at the absent-minded Bo Yan in front of him, he felt a little dissatisfied.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell what happened to the two of them at a glance, but what does this have to do with my little assistant?
Although he was slandering and contemptuous in his heart, how dare Nanmu show it, he could only stand aside and wait.

Bo Yan seemed a little unwilling to give up, and took out his mobile phone to send a message.

Bo Yan: Don't work overtime today, I'll wait for you downstairs.

After sending it, Bo Yan waited nervously.

After a while, the phone ding-dong sounded, and Bo Yan hurriedly clicked on it to check.

Lin Anran: It's still early and the work is not finished, so go back first.

Bo Yan was a little impatient, picked up the cool white on the table and took a big gulp.

Nanmu looked at Bo Yan's appearance, and did not make a sound knowingly.

"Do you usually come at this time?"

Bo Yan drank water to calm his restless mood, and then asked Nanmu another question.

Nanmu didn't know what to say right now, he didn't come at this time normally, since he became an assistant, he always came at this time.

Didn't he just go home with Lin Anran?

Nanmu secretly despised his own president in his heart, but still replied seriously: "Yes."

Bo Yan sighed invisibly, looked at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, and called Lin Anran without doing anything.

The phone was busy beeping, and Bo Yan was a little nervous for some reason.

"Hey?"

Lin Anran's slightly tired voice sounded, with a little surprise.

"Still busy?"

He had organized the language for a long time just now, but now he didn't know what to say. Bo Yan could only ask a very obvious nonsense.

Lin Anran had already finished her work, and now she was sitting at the computer desk looking out of the window, and replied softly, "Yes."

Hearing that Lin Anran didn't intend to continue, Bo Yan also fell silent.

Naturally, Lin Anran deliberately avoided Bo Yan, because the relationship between her and Bo Yan became more and more ambiguous and unclear.

Revenge is obviously the most important thing in Lin Anran's heart. If a man makes a mistake, she may regret it for a long time.

But if this man is thin-spoken, there are some unusual things.

It was precisely because of this complex emotion that Lin Anran wanted to deliberately avoid Bo Yan.

"Are you going home now?"

Bo Yan asked softly, but she didn't realize how gentle she was.

Lin Anran was in a daze for a moment, and then refused: "It's okay, you can go first."

Bo Yan really wanted to order Lin Anran to go home as a boss, but after thinking about it, Bo Yan just hung up the phone silently.

"When did it start, my mood will be affected by a woman."

Although it had been expected long ago, Bo Yan was still a little unbelievable when the facts were right in front of him.

He is powerful, what kind of woman has he never seen?

Just such a woman who pretended to be married to him, actually completely devoured him.

"Ugh."

Knowing that Lin Anran could not wait for him, Bo Yan sighed again, and threw the car keys on the table to Nanmu.

Nanmu didn't notice it for a while, and caught it in a hurry, and found that Bo Yan had already walked forward, so he hurriedly followed.

After opening the car door for Bo Yan, Nanmu got into the driver's seat.

Looking at the gradually darkening night, Bo Yan sat silently as the car sped away.

Lin Anran in the office saw Bo Yan leaving, so she packed up her things and prepared to go home.

Although she didn't want to hide from the thin words like this, in the final analysis, the two of them can only be regarded as a business relationship.

Lin Anran wandered alone under the street lamp, full of thoughts.

Bo Yan was even worse, constantly thinking about his actions, whether he had provoked Lin Anran somewhere and made her hide from him.

But counting carefully, nothing special happened on this day.

It's just that he cooked a meal, but if it's because of this, Lin Anran shouldn't be like this.

After thinking about it, but not getting a definite answer, Bo Yan rubbed his hair irritably.

Nanmu leaned on the mirror and looked at Bo Yan's cold and restless face, and could not help but lament for herself.

After all, if the boss is in a bad mood, no matter how hard he works, he will be in trouble.

After thinking about it, Nanmu still felt that it was more important to make Bo Yan feel better.

But at present, it is obvious that Bo Yan is like this because of Lin Anran, so it is necessary to create the best opportunity for the two of them to reconcile or negotiate.

"President, you seem to have an invitation to a banquet recently."

Nanmu opened his mouth to test something, feeling extremely uneasy.

"Don't go."

At this time, Bo Yan was depressed, so he didn't care about such miscellaneous things.

"You happen to be short of a dance partner, I think Miss Lin Anran should also relax..."

Nanmu's words stopped abruptly, because he saw Bo Yan's sullen expression just now dissipated.

This face-changing speed is really fast.

Nanmu couldn't help sighing in his heart.

"I don't know how the president decides?"

Although he could see what Bo Yan was thinking, Nanmu still asked casually.

"Prepare the dresses, preferably designed by her alone, and other aspects should be arranged in detail and thoughtful."

The corners of Bo Yan's mouth were slightly curved, and there was a little admiration in his eyes looking at Nanmu.

Bo Yan thinks this is a good idea. It can not only take Lin Anran to relax, but also ask her why she hides from him.

"Yes."

Seeing that Bo Yan was no longer depressed, Nanmu continued to drive his car as if he had been granted an amnesty.

The night is getting darker.