After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Probably because Qiao Yu looked at him with a warm look.

Bo Hanshi smiled jokingly and pinched her cheek with his long fingers, "Leave me overnight, I won't just sleep."

He deliberately frightened her.

Qiao Yu's face was slightly hot, and his heartbeat was a little faster, but his face was extraordinarily calm as he said, "It's okay not to be innocent. Aren't you often impure?"

Bo Hanshi narrowed his eyes.

Looking down at her, he clenched his hands tighter and tighter.

As if afraid that he would run away.

Bo Hanshi raised his lips and joked: "This is someone else's house. We made too much noise in the guest bedroom. I don't think it's anything. Yuyu, you are so thin-skinned..."

"..." Qiao Yu's ears turned red and she glared at him, "You don't have to make such a big noise."

Unless he did it on purpose.

Bo Hanshi pinched her finger and said, "If you really do it, you might not be able to bear it anymore."

This is the truth.

"..."

Qiao Yu bit her lip, her desire to keep him overnight seemed no longer so strong.

The hand holding him loosened a lot.

Just being held by her hand like this, the secret desire in Bo Hanshi's eyes couldn't stop surging crazily.

As long as Qiao Yu stood in front of him and took the slightest initiative, his mind would immediately become unclean.

This feeling is quite excruciating.

Just when she was about to let go of his hand, Bo Hanshi suddenly spoke up: "I'm talking to Yan Chen about some business matters. I'm not driving. Will you take me to the hotel later?"

Qiao Yu's eyes lit up and he agreed readily without being pretentious, "Okay."

After struggling for several days, the reconciliation after the Cold War was the easiest thing to get emotional about, and it was impossible to resist.

Before he went out, his big hand suddenly hooked her waist, lowered his handsome face, "Kiss again?"

"..."

It was obviously a question.

But before she could answer, he was already attacking the city between her lips and tongue.

A touch of tobacco flavor mixed with the sweet candy taste of fruit tea.

This candy has a slight tea scent, which is quite special and not as sweet as other fruit candies.

Qiao Yu opened her eyes slightly, "Have you eaten candy?"

He smiled lightly and said lightly: "I'm in a bad cold war mood, so I'll take a candy to relieve my stress."

Qiao Yu didn't pity him and looked at him seriously, "You're asking for trouble."

It was he who wanted to have a cold war with her.

The man's tall nose rubbed against hers, his big hands held the back of her neck, and he admitted in a hoarse voice: "Well, I asked for it, so I deserve it."

"..."

Admit your mistake pretty quickly?

Qiao Yu laughed angrily, raised her arms to wrap around his neck, looked at him seriously and said, "Bao Hanshi, let's not have a cold war in the future, okay?"

In fact, Qiao Yu is the one who can handle the cold war very well.

But that doesn't mean she likes the feeling of the Cold War.

A cold war with the other party is undoubtedly forcing the other party to bow down. She and Bo Han are both proud and paranoid. When they were in love before and after the cold war, Bo Han always bowed first in the end.

According to Nan Chu's fallacy, whoever calls him tall should lower his head first, and then you can raise your head.

"If you don't have a cold war, how about a hot quarrel?"

"..."

Qiao Yu chuckled.

Hot and noisy.

With her and Bo Han's temperament, it seems difficult to quarrel.

In fact, the cold war is much more serious than the hot war.

At least the hot quarrel can be vented, which means that both parties want to solve the problems between them.

But they were in a cold war and kept silent. If they didn't love each other enough, they would probably separate due to heartbreak.

Outside the door, there was a knock on the door.

It's Bai Xiao: "Sister Yu, is Mr. Bo inside? I'm talking to Mr. Bo about some business matters."

Qiao Yu was startled for a moment and looked at Bo Hanshi in surprise, "Why does everyone want to discuss business with you?"

He raised his eyebrows, "Perhaps it would be more profitable to do business with me?"

"..."

"You still won't let me go?"

As soon as Qiao Yu let go of his hand, Bao Hanshi grabbed her waist, leaned over and kissed her again: "Send me to the hotel later, don't forget to bring a set of clean underwear."

"..."

Qiao Yu blushed and watched him leave the bedroom in confusion.

Bai Xiao invited Bo Hanshi to Mr. Yan's study.

In the study, I lit ambergris, the woody fragrance is warm and thick.

Bai Xiao specially wore an off-white slim-fitting wool skirt, which was homely and gentle. At first glance, her dressing style was somewhat similar to Qiao Yu's.

Make it clear to please.

Bo Hanshi naturally didn't like this trick. In his eyes, this kind of trick was quite boring.

The man said coldly: "Is something wrong, Miss Bai?"

Bai Xiao approached him and placed her slender fingers on his shoulders, her movements frivolous and seductive, "Mr. Bo, do you want to consider marrying me?"

Bo Hanshi frowned, with obvious disdain and sneer in his eyes, "What did you say?"

"I know Mr. Bo heard it clearly. We are all businessmen, and businessmen talk about profits but not love. As the only heir of the Yan family, if I join forces with Mr. Bo, the business in the south and north will belong to the same family. Fengxing and SY have already cooperated. If Mr. Bo is willing, the marriage between the two powers will be great news for both Fengxing and SY."

The man's brows were frosty, and his eyes were icy, "I don't need to marry a woman to consolidate my interests. You made the wrong calculation."

"I know the person you like in your heart is Qiao Yu. Let's do this. We will get married on the surface, but behind the scenes, you can still associate with Qiao Yu. I only want benefits, marrying the daughter of the Fengxing Group. For you, Mr. Bo, There's no harm in it at all. You just need to pretend to be a loving couple with me in front of outsiders."

Absolutely absurd.

The man's dark eyes narrowed, staring dangerously and oppressively at the hand she placed on his shoulder.

His eyes were like sharp blades soaked in frost, cold and sharp, as if he wanted to cut off her hand.

Bai Xiao was not an ordinary person. He had been in a special training camp, but when faced with Bo Han, he still felt cold.

Just as she was about to take back her hand, Bao Hanshi was already faster and grabbed her wrist.

Bai Xiao resisted subconsciously.

By the time she reacted, it was already too late.

Bao Hanshi was testing her.

The man clasped her arms behind her back and pressed her face onto the desk, his movements harsh and violent.

He asked sternly: "Are you skilled? Are you from the Dulong Society?"

Bai Xiao felt that his entire arm was numb, as if someone had removed it alive, and his face turned pale from the pain.

She gritted her teeth and still refused, "Don't Mr. Bo also have skills? Where does a serious businessman get his skills? I have never heard of the Dulong Club that Mr. Bo said. Could it be that Mr. Bo is a member of the Dulong Club?"

Bo Hanshi's men were even more ruthless.

"Crack" sound.

Bai Xiao's left arm was dislocated.

Bo Hanshi was almost tortured: "Mr. Yan was poisoned, was it you?"

Bai Xiao's eyes flashed, and he suddenly screamed and shouted: "Mr. Bo! Don't do this! What will Sister Yu think if you do this? Please! Let me go..."

Bao Hanshi's eyebrows twitched.

Bai Xiao's cry for help immediately alerted others in the villa.

The study door was pushed open by Yan Chen.

Qiao Yu also hurried to the door.

I saw that Bo Hanshi was pressing down on Bai Xiao, but the clothes on Bai Xiao's shoulders had slipped off, revealing his fragrant shoulders...