Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

Nan Xiyue stared blankly at the girl.

She lowered her head and covered her face in annoyance. After calming down for a long time, she slowly raised her head and looked at her secretly...

"Xiao Lanlan, are you okay?" She was a little flustered.

The strong cocktails were easier to drink than the ones she had tasted before, Shi Qinglan only felt that her stomach was burning, and her head soon became dizzy, blinking her eyes in confusion.

Nan Xiyue waved her hand in front of her eyes, "Xiao Lanlan?"

"Huh?" Shi Qinglan tilted his head and looked at her, a few pink flowers floated on his porcelain-like face.

The girl blinked innocently and aggrievedly, those clear and misty eyes suddenly smiled into a crescent moon, as if filled with stars, "I'm not Xiao Lanlan, I'm a little rabbit~"

Nan Xiyue: "..." It's over.

It's one thing for her to want to see the crematorium after chasing her wife, but it's another thing to be thrown into the crematorium by Shi Qinglan's boyfriend.

...

Bo's chaebol.

Bo Yucheng leaned lazily on the back of the seat, his slender legs crossed casually, and a black folder was placed in the crook of his arm.

He pursed his thin lips lightly, flipping through the contract with his eyes slightly lowered, until the phone on the desk vibrated suddenly.

"Om—" Bo Yucheng glanced lightly from the corner of his eye.

Seeing the text message from Shi Qinglan, she swipe open the phone screen with her fingertips, "I met your fiancee."

Seeing the words, Bo Yucheng's forehead twitched violently, and the folder in his arms fell to the ground in a panic.

When did he have a fiancee?

He clenched his phone tightly, suddenly feeling a little flustered in his heart...

But even if he had never been engaged to other women, he realized that the girl must have misunderstood.

The man's thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, and he felt a premonition that he was going to be cold, and immediately called back the phone with a strong desire to survive...

However, at this moment the girl was already very drunk.

She was resting on Nan Xiyue's lap, her lotus root arms wrapped around her slender waist, and she rubbed her head twice painfully, "Xixi~"

Nan Xiyue didn't know if she was laughing or calling her.

She raised her hand and rubbed the corners of her brows with some headaches. As the culprit, she regretted it now, regretted it very much...

"Shi Qinglan, get up for me."

Nan Xiyue picked up the limp girl, "A place like a bar is really not suitable for you, come home with me."

"Hmm..." Shi Qinglan's pink lips pouted slightly, "No, I want just the right amount of chocolate, and I won't leave until it's just right."

Her voice was coquettish, then she tilted her body presumptuously, and lay back on the sofa again.

Nan Xiyue: "..."

With her hands on her hips, she stared down at the drunk girl nestled on the sofa, she couldn't help frowning slightly at her appearance, thinking that she must not be allowed to stay here all night.

"Shi Qinglan, you are my nemesis!" Nan Xiyue gritted her teeth, and finally decided to contact her man.

But she didn't know Shi Qinglan's lock screen password, and she sat back on the sofa and was about to directly enter the code to invade, but she didn't expect that Bo Yucheng's phone call came in first.

"bell--"

Nan Xiyue answered immediately without hesitation.

But before she had time to speak, she heard a deep voice coming from the phone, she seemed a little anxious.

"Lanlan, listen to my explanation. I don't have a fiancee. I don't know other women. You are the only one by my side."

Nan Xiyue: "..."

If she did something wrong, she would be forced into dog food.

Forget it, this incident seems to be her fault indeed.

"That..." She hesitated, "I'll interrupt first."

Hearing the sound, Bo Yucheng frowned suddenly, his voice suddenly became a little cold, "Who are you? Where's Lan Lan?"

Nan Xiyue glanced sideways, the girl was nestling on the sofa and counting how many hairs she had...

"I... I'm her friend."

She organized her words frantically, "She drank a little too much, are you her boyfriend? Why don't you come and pick me up?"