Mr. CEO Dotes on Me Everyday

Bo Jinyu slowly settled back into the car, elegantly rolled up the window, and said to Charlie, who was driving, "Charlie, check out what that woman is up to."

"Second Young Master, isn't that the woman from the banquet?"

"Good eyes!"

"Second Young Master, you really fancy her?" Upon hearing the Second Young Master's words, a gossip-hungry heart came alive in Charlie.

Bo Jinyu's hands, with prominent joints, gently propped his chin as he gave Charlie a thoughtful and scrutinizing look, his thin lips curling into a sly smile, "Why? Are you quite interested?"

Sweat... That smile seems so scheming!!

Scared the baby!

"I wouldn't dare," Charlie quickly turned around and concentrated on driving into the VIP parking garage.

Bo Jinyu cast another glance at the entrance, his gaze dazzling.

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"You're my little apple, no matter how I love you, it's never too much. Your rosy cheeks warm my heart, igniting the fire, fire, fire, fire, fire in my life..."

In the boutique private room on the fifth floor.

Ye Anran was holding a microphone in her left hand and a beer in her right, howling like a ghost and chugging down alcohol.

When a tone-deaf person who loves to go off-key begins to sing while in a very bad mood, it's an absolutely lethal weapon for the audience's ears!!

Zuo Aiai covered her ears with both hands; she was practically kneeling to Ye Anran!

That howling could literally wake the dead!!

"Madame, please stop singing. If there's something bothering you, let's talk! If not, shall we drink instead? I'll accompany you and drink until we're drunk tonight. Please, just don't sing anymore..." Zuo Aiai cried out in agony, almost rushing to snatch the microphone from Ye Anran's hand.

Bo Jinyu stood at the doorway of private room 506 and heard the wailing inside.

This might be the worst song...no, noise he had ever heard in his life!

It couldn't even be called a song!

He pushed the door open, intending to say hello.

Then he heard the howling inside stop.

Zuo Aiai snatched the microphone from her hands and flung it far away.

"Ai Ai, I feel so upset!" Ye Anran had drunk quite a bit before Zuo Aiai arrived, and now she seemed a bit dizzy. Looking at the stolen microphone, her eyes turned red, pitifully so.

"What's wrong with me? Why don't they want me?"

Zuo Aiai felt especially distressed seeing her like this, and patted Ye Anran on the back,

"There, there, don't cry. You've got to think of it this way, out with the old, in with the new. Seeing true colors of a scum man is a good thing. It's better than finding out after you've lost your decency, right? And better than after you've married, right?"

"As for your Bad Dad, you're an adult now, strong and independent. If he doesn't want us, we don't need him either! Besides, didn't Uncle Bo propose to you? Although he's a bit older! But what does that show? It shows you're in demand!!"

Zuo Aiai's way of comforting was indeed unique, but it was very realistic.

Ye Anran sniffed, her eyes spinning blankly as she nodded meekly, "You make sense! But I haven't cried, and, Uncle Bo isn't old, and, he's also very handsome!"

"Handsome? And not old?"

At the thought of Bo Jinyu's handsome face, Ye Anran suddenly laughed, "So handsome, the most handsome man I've seen! Way more handsome than that bastard Bo Youlin!"

"And you actually turned down Uncle Bo's proposal?? Oh my god, if you married him, that would be such a slap in the face to everyone!" Zuo Aiai became interested as soon as she heard it.

Being called the most handsome by Ye Anran, that definitely means he's a real heartthrob!

Bo Jinyu, at the entrance, also nodded, fully agreeing with Zuo Aiai's words.

He finally pushed the door all the way open and walked in.

"Uh, handsome guy, we didn't order any special services..." As soon as Zuo Aiai saw Bo Jinyu, her eyes turned into hearts.

In her mind, only two words remained: Oh my, so handsome!

However, as shrewd as she was, a thought still flickered through her mind that such a top-notch gigolo must not be cheap!

His carved lips slowly curved up into an enchanting smile, "I am Anran's friend."

"Anran's friend?" Zuo Aiai's heart began to thump rapidly.

Her friend Anran really did have luck with handsome men, one Bo Youlin left, and another top-quality guy came!!

"Un... Uncle Bo." Ye Anran, having drunk a bit too much, had trouble articulating.

"I heard a voice that sounded like you in the hallway, so I came over to check." Bo Jinyu looked at her dumbfounded and slightly drunk appearance, a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes that he himself did not notice.

Zuo Aiai was originally excited when she heard it was Uncle Bo, but as soon as she heard that Uncle Bo had come over because of Ye Anran's 'singing,' she immediately thought: Don't scare away such a handsome uncle!

"Oh." Ye Anran responded, her mind still somewhat slow to grasp the entire situation.

Zuo Aiai was getting anxious as she watched from the side, and without thinking much, she quickly said, "Uncle Bo, Anran is feeling down, she's so pitiful, no father's love, no mother's care! She was driven out by Scum Man, then kicked out of the house by Bad Dad, look at her, she even got hit... her face is all swollen... and she has nowhere to go tonight..."

As a loyal friend, Zuo Aiai felt it was her duty and responsibility to secure this universally handsome Uncle Bo for Anran!

Upon hearing "her face got hit," Bo Jinyu's eyes clearly darkened for a moment.

But he was born with a dignified aura, and he usually carried a faint smile.

Only those familiar with him knew that his gaze indicated anger in that fleeting moment.

His slender eyes narrowed slightly, resting on her slightly swollen face. The room was dimly lit, and he hadn't noticed when he entered, but now, he could see that it was indeed very swollen.

Ye Anran's eyes were beginning to redden, but she didn't shed tears. She had been stubborn since childhood; as she grew up, she became even less prone to crying.

"Does it hurt?"

Bo Jinyu walked up to her, his long fingers gently touching the swollen half of her cheek, his voice very gentle, very doting.

Ye Anran, looking at him, nodded dazedly.

At that moment, she suddenly felt like crying.

It had been a very long time since someone asked her, "Does it hurt?"

Bo Jinyu, looking at her dazed eyes that helplessly met his, felt his heart go soft in an instant.

"From now on, if someone hits you, you dodge. If you can't dodge, hit them back!"

"Oh..." Ye Anran responded dazedly, the effects of the alcohol starting to hit her, her gaze growing increasingly blurry.

Zuo Aiai could tell at a glance that Ye Anran was drunk.

Glancing at Uncle Bo, Zuo Aiai suddenly had an idea. Her eyes gleamed mischievously as she smiled, "Ah, Uncle Bo, I just remembered, my boyfriend arranged to meet me, and I've missed the time. I have to go now, Anran is... all yours!"

With those words, Zuo Aiai turned around, grabbed her bag, and just like that... disappeared.

Bo Jinyu suddenly laughed.

Was this their plan to leave this Drunk Cat with him?