Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

Jian Shutong's eyes froze for a moment.

She frowned slightly as she looked at Shi Qinglan, and saw the girl's alluring and delicate face, her skin full of snow. She was looking at her with a smile like a flower, and her eyebrows were full of magnanimity.

"You said you are Qingyue?" Jian Shutong laughed mockingly.

Shi Qinglan raised the corners of her eyes lazily and charmingly, her clear and charming eyes gleaming a bit enchantingly, "You may disappoint Miss Jian, your so-called mistress... happens to be me."

"I am Qingyue!" Her red lips parted slightly, her clear voice was like water and bluestone, and her words were crisp and clear.

Jian Shutong's pupils shrank suddenly, and his scalp suddenly felt numb.

Even though this matter seemed extremely unbelievable, when I looked into Shang Qinglan's eyes, I could see determination and determination in her eyes, with no hint of guilt at all.

"How could you..." Jian Shutong's voice was tight.

She stared closely at the girl in front of her, her eyes seemed to penetrate her, and she wished she could see through this beautiful skin to see how true or false her words were.

Shi Qinglan's red lips curled up slightly, "Why is it impossible?"

Her eyes were slightly lowered, and her long white jade fingers were playing with the photos, with a hint of mockery in her smile.

"I still remember Miss Jian's attempt to step on my superior position in the studio. Did you come to Qinglan Waterside Pavilion today to give me a slap in the face?" Shi Qinglan's eyes were slightly cold when he looked at her.

Jian Shutong felt a little guilty because of her questioning.

She clutched her handbag tightly, digging her long nails into the leather and slowly digging in, "Miss Shi, there is no need to make up such lies for the sake of face. If Qingyue is really the daughter of a wealthy family, how could she not disclose her identity to make herself more comfortable? ?”

Hearing this, Shi Qinglan couldn't help but feel a little funny.

In Jian Shutong's eyes, identity and background are the most reliable guarantee for being in the entertainment industry. She thinks this way and feels that everyone should like to show off their identity as much as she does.

Unfortunately, neither Shi Qinglan nor Shi Qingan did this.

"Believe it or not, love." She dropped a few words in a cold voice.

When the sound fell, she raised her hand and threw the photos into Jian Shutong's face. The photo paper was already sharp, but when the corner of one of the photos brushed against her face, she was caught off guard and scratched hard.

"Hiss——" Jian Shutong gasped in pain.

She immediately raised her hands to cover her face, only to feel a burning pain on her delicate skin. She could also vaguely detect a hint of stickiness and coolness, as if a trace of blood was seeping out from the wound.

Jian Shutong's expression changed slightly, "Shi Qinglan, you..."

"Miss Jian, you can just post this set of photos on Weibo and try to see what the consequences will be!"

Shi Qinglan narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of displeasure in his cool eyes, "I'm warning you for the last time, don't provoke me again, otherwise it won't be as simple as scratching your face next time!"

As soon as the sound fell, she closed the door of the villa directly.

A loud noise suddenly sounded, "Bang——"

There was a sharp cool breeze when the door was closed, and the unexpectedly closed door almost hit Jian Shutong in the face. She was so frightened that she stumbled back and almost sprained her foot and fell down the stairs.

"Shi Qinglan!" Jian Shutong was so angry that he was about to get angry.

She was so angry that her chest kept heaving. She looked down at the photos that were thrown to the ground, her eyes full of resentment and dissatisfaction.

But just as she was about to bend down to pick up the photo, she suddenly heard a cold voice coming from behind her, as if filled with cold anger, "What are you doing here?"

Hearing this, Jian Shutong's back suddenly stiffened.

Her palms were instantly covered with cold sweat, and when her eyes scanned those photos, a strong feeling of guilt occupied her entire heart!

It was only what time it was. How could Bo Yucheng, as the president, come home from get off work so early? This was something she never expected...

"Bo, Mr. Bo." Jian Shutong responded with a guilty conscience.

She immediately bent over in panic, picked up the photos and hid them, but unexpectedly, the man walked over quickly and suddenly bent down to pick up a certain photo scattered on the ground...

Seeing this, Bo Yucheng's narrow eyes suddenly narrowed.

He raised his eyes to look at Jian Shutong, his deep pupils gradually filled with a hint of sinister fervor, filled with anger and coldness, "Where did these photos come from?"

Hearing this, Jian Shutong's heart sank.

The sticky feeling of cold sweat in her palms made her feel a little uncomfortable. She pursed her lips tightly and said, "Master Bo, I..."

"Are you here to send these photos to Lanlan?" Bo Yucheng's voice was cold, and his sonorous words were full of pressing questions.

The purpose of Jian Shutong's behavior could not be more obvious.

She didn't know that Qingyue was Shi Qinglan, and the purpose of sending the photos was to drive a wedge between them. She hoped that she could use the daughter of the Shi family's chaebol as a gun to help her deal with Qingyue!

"I...Master Bo, I'm not..."

"That's enough." Bo Yucheng interrupted her suddenly.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at the woman closely, his eyes as deep as a pool were as deep and mysterious as this, but it was this unfathomable meaning that was the scariest, "I don't need to hear your explanation."

Jian Shutong's back was gradually covered with cold sweat.

She had also counted the time when she came to Qinglan Waterside. She thought that Bo Yucheng, as the leader of a top wealthy family, should be very busy. At this point, even ordinary salarymen had just gotten off work. Unexpectedly, the leader had already gone home early. …

"What's your name?" Bo Yucheng pursed his lips coldly.

He was not interested in remembering other women's names. At most, it was because this person had provoked him, so he barely remembered that her surname was Jian.

The woman gritted her teeth and said, "Jian Shutong..."

"Jian Shutong." Bo Yucheng repeated her name in a cold voice, and then sneered, "I remember it."

I reluctantly remembered it for two days, and then forgot it after processing it.

Jian Shutong heard the danger in the man's voice, and she said in a panic, "Master Bo, actually things are not what you think. These photos are not of me..."

"Miss Jian thinks I'm blind?" Bo Yucheng interrupted her.

Hearing this, Jian Shutong suddenly paused and stiffened slightly.

Then the man's voice was cold and authentic, "Come and send photos to Lan Lan to try to sow discord, and then use her as a gunman to help you deal with people you don't like. Miss Jian is a good trick."

"I..." Jian Shutong panicked instantly.

She has never been a person with any clever methods. She was able to rely on Sister Ninth to achieve such success in the past. But now when she faced Bo Yucheng alone, she completely showed her cowardice!

Bo Yucheng curled his lips coldly, "Miss Jian, I advise you to enjoy the last two days... Since you dare to provoke Lan Lan, you should think about the consequences you need to bear!"

Hearing this, Jian Shutong staggered back slightly.

She felt a stream of blood rush to the top of her head, which made her a little dazed, but before she could recover, she heard a sound, "Bang——"

Bo Yucheng ignored her and went back to the villa.