Mr.CEO Is So Obsessed with His Hot Wife

Chapter 29: Be Good and Follow Me from Now On

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Nan Jiaojiao blinked and withdrew her hand, “This must be a misunderstanding.”

Bo Yanching’s hand still lingered on her waist, clutching and unwilling to let go.

He looked down at the girl, whose fair face was slightly plump like a baby’s, her hair tied back in a ponytail, accentuating her cold and stunning beauty.

The little dress she wore had puffed sleeves, yet the design leaned towards traditional Chinese style.

He always felt this child tried to act mature, but deep down she was quite naive.

“Come in with me.”

He took a step back, handed the documents he had been holding to his assistant, and pulled open the door to his office.

Turning back to look at Nan Jiaojiao, who was still hesitating on the spot, “I won’t eat you, come here.”

A flush of warmth raced across Nan Jiaojiao’s face.

She steadied her emotions and followed, stepping forward.

Bo Yanching pressed the intercom, and soon enough, someone brought in milk tea and pastries.

He took a glass of water and while drinking, tilted his head slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

The light streaming in from the floor-to-ceiling window cast upon him, giving him a lazy sexiness.

The cup still resting against his lips, he smoothly took off his suit jacket with his other hand and tossed it over the back of the sofa where Nan Jiaojiao was sitting.

“What do you study?” he asked.

Nan Jiaojiao: “Fashion Design.”

Bo Yanching sat sideways on the desk, a document resting on his thighs, he flipped through it, then suddenly stopped.

“You also took a second major?”

What he was looking at must be her profile.

Nan Jiaojiao wasn’t surprised.

She had climbed into his bed, and this document hadn’t yet reached him when Old Lady Bo made a casual remark, yet he was handling it all officially now.

Not investigating her seemed to be the real abnormality.

“Yes, Finance.”

Bo Yanching’s eyebrows lifted, “Master’s degree?”

Taking a second major up to master’s level, yet not achieving much in design, her behavior truly was peculiar.

Further reading revealed that she had completed all her courses by the first year of college and had received her master’s degree a year ago.

No wonder the principal praised her as a genius.

“I have underestimated you,” Bo Yanching surveyed her from head to toe, his thin lips curving slightly, “You’re not just a pretty face.”

Nan Jiaojiao detected the implication in his words—being good-looking didn’t mean her academia was poor.

She glanced at the document on his leg, “Do I need to add anything else?”

Bo Yanching scoffed, “I’m in need of a personal secretary.”

Nan Jiaojiao tried to keep her thoughts pure, but the words “personal secretary” truly hit a nerve, especially since her relationship with Bo Yanching was anything but pure.

It was impossible for her not to have twisted thoughts.

“Isn’t that inappropriate?”

“What’s inappropriate about it?”

Bo Yanching walked over, and as she kindly cleared the seat beside her, he sat down, then stretched out his hand in front of her, his palm pressing on her leg, pushing her body down.

Just as Nan Jiaojiao sensed something was amiss, Bo Yanching was already on top of her, with only enough space between them for two fists, yet his embracing arms were tight and secure.

“Little girl, how about I take care of you?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s heart skipped a beat, “Take care of me?”

A black card was thrust into her hand, and the man’s deep voice resonated close to her, “You’ve been with me a few times and I’ve never given you anything.

I don’t want to take advantage of you.

This is compensation, no password required.

Buy whatever you like.

I’m quite fond of you, and since you are not against me either, I have the financial edge.

I’ll take care of you, so from now on, be a good girl and stay with me.

How about that?”

Nan Jiaojiao felt everything go dark before her eyes—she couldn’t faint even if she wanted to—all she saw was his magnified handsome face.

His breath as he spoke fanned across her face, Nan Jiaojiao’s fingers clenched slightly…

She damn well wanted to rip off his clothes right there!

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