Exciting game!Plutocrat Bo Ye can't afford it

Oh my goodness.

This time, Bao Yu was really messed up by her. How big will the sequelae of the concussion be and how long will it last?

No matter how it feels, his personality is undergoing subtle changes.

Is this still Mr. Bo?

Seeing that Shen Zhiyi remained silent, Bao Yu tightened his hands around her slender waist.

He lowered his head to her face, and kissed her tender lips, "If you don't speak, I will assume that you like it by default."

She did, surprise to be precise.

And a little scary.

Then just a little worried.

I will take him to the hospital for reexamination in a few days and take more CT scans of his brain!

Shen Zhiyi came back to her senses, and Bao Yu's magnified face was in her sight.She felt his burning gaze fixed tightly on her lips.

She tried to step back, "Bo Yu..."

There is nowhere to go.

Before she could lean back, she was held tightly by him, unable to move in her arms.

Bao Yu held her small face, pressed down to kiss her, and coaxed: "I'll just kiss her."

His male hormones are too strong.

When kissing him, Shen Zhiyi always had the illusion that he was about to be crushed and embedded in his body.

His breath was hot, splashing on her face.

It is said that she is Bo Yu's first love and first marriage.

But his kissing skills are not like the first time, he is very proficient.

Shen Zhiyi was distracted, and Bao Yu pinched the soft flesh on her waist.He pressed her lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Open your mouth knowingly."

He likes to kiss her.

I prefer to kiss more deeply, and I prefer her to move her lips in response.

The subtle sound of lips and teeth spread in the carriage.

From the rear seat to the front driver's seat, Jiang Tezhu heard it before he even wanted to raise the fender.

Jiang Tezhu's heart was broken, "..."

Sir and wife, you really don't treat me as a human being.

Forget it.

When I'm dead, bury me!

-

at that time.

In a corner of the capital, in a certain coffee shop.

The private detective entered the door wearing a peaked cap, and walked towards where Qingyou was.

He pulled out his chair and sat down, took a yellow paper bag from his backpack, "Mr. Qing, I only found these materials for the time being."

Qingyou took it.

Part of it is the dictation of half of the waiters in the country, and part of it is some screenshots of surveillance screens.

"After the birthday banquet, two waiters received a large amount of money transfer. The investigation revealed that it was the Song family who transferred it. Ms. Song is currently in confinement, and there is a high chance that she got her hands on the wine."

Song Qingchun's medicine?

It should be aimed at Bao Yu, but he did not know why he drank the drugged glass of wine by mistake.

Fortunately, it wasn't someone from the Qing family who did it.

Qingyou doesn't have to worry too much for now.

He finished reading the stack of materials, but he didn't see what he wanted to see more, "Didn't you find the woman who entered my room?"

The private eye shook his head.

He said frankly, "All the monitoring on the A floor was turned off in advance, even the cameras in the corridor were not let go. The person who administered the drug did a good job of leaking, and no video was recorded."

"I looked at the monitoring of all the entrances and exits leading to the A floor, and screened out 198 women. This range is too wide, and it is impossible to identify individuals."

Thinking of something, the private detective said again: "Mr. Qing, your good friend, Ms. Su, once went to the box to deliver clothes to you. Maybe she bumped into the woman in your box?"

soft.

When it comes to Su Ruan, the expression in Qingyou's eyes becomes complicated.

He would rather not know who that woman was than tell Ruan Ruan about it.

Although she wouldn't care that he slept with other women, maybe she would poke him with her elbow with a smile, wink at him and say that he has grown up and become a man again.

Qingyou put the information back into the paper bag, "You continue to search for that woman, and let me know if you have any news."

"Good Mr. Qing."

-

Bo's mansion.

In the past two days, the snow has melted and the temperature has cooled, and the old lady has a little cold.

Shen Zhiyi said to visit Bo's house and asked Bo Yu to send her to the mansion.

Butler Bo picked him up in the yard.

He followed behind Shen Zhiyi, and said cordially: "The old lady still talks about you during the day, but I didn't expect you to come at night. She must be very happy to see you later."

"Miss Zhiyi, are you staying at the mansion tonight? I'll let the servant clean up your room in advance."

"Well, I'll stay tonight."

After entering the yard and walking up the marble steps, Butler Bo found that Bo Yu was behind.

He paused, then bowed politely to Bo Yu, "Third Master, are you staying at home tonight?"

He thought Bo Yu drove away.

Bo Yu followed Shen Zhiyi, glanced at Butler Bo when passing by, and said coldly, "Should I sleep in the boulevard?"

Butler Bo: "..."

In the Chinese living room.

Shen Zhiyi sat beside Mrs. Bo, who hugged her lovingly, saying 'My dear little Zhiyi. '

On the other side, Bo Yu sat on a single sandalwood chair.

Steward Bo warmed up the milk and came over. Seeing the scene in the hall, he couldn't help wondering whether the third master was the old lady's son, or Miss Zhiyi was the old lady's daughter.

However, if he was allowed to choose, he would also choose Miss Zhiyi!

Who doesn't love a cute, well-behaved, understanding little confidant?

The butler stepped forward, put warm milk on the tea table, and said with a smile, "Miss Zhiyi, this is the chef's new milk."

Shen Zhiyi turned to look at him, with a smile on her delicate face, "Thank you, Uncle Bo!"

She picked it up and took a sip.

Has a faint rose fragrance.

Shen Zhiyi's beautiful eyes lit up, "It's delicious."

Butler Bo was overjoyed, "You like to drink rose tea, so I'll ask the chef to find a way to make the milk smell of roses naturally. Miss Zhiyi, it's best if you like it!"

Shen Zhiyi tilted her head, glanced at Bao Yu over there, "Aren't you going to drink, Ayu?"

Butler Bo was paralyzed, "..."

He forgot that the third master had also returned home.

Yixin only remembers to prepare milk for Miss Zhiyi.

Fortunately, Mrs. Bo said, "Don't worry about him, he can make whatever he wants to drink."

Shen Zhiyi pursed her lips.

From the corner of the eye, she glanced at the rich pastries on the table, each of which was her favorite.

When she came in, she changed the incense in the back hall, and the seat cushions were replaced with the soft down she was used to.

The old lady was good to her, she always knew it.

Before, she didn't think that this kindness would affect Bao Yu, but now that she was dating him, she suddenly felt that he was a little bit pitiful.

Shen Zhiyi raised her eyes again to look at Bao Yu.

In sight, the man lowered his brows and eyes towards her, making him even more pitiful.

Shen Zhiyi took a sip of the milk and put down the glass, "Uncle Bo, is the room for me and Ayu ready? I'm a little sleepy."

"Everything is ready! Your room is on the east side of the second floor, and the third master's room is on the west side."

Hearing this, Bo Yu, who hadn't opened his mouth all this time, said coldly: "Two rooms?"

Mrs. Bo clasped Shen Zhiyi's hand protectively. She looked at her son who was not up to expectations, and said with a cold face, "You and Zhiyi are already divorced, and you still want to live in the same room with her? What are you dreaming about!"