Late at night, the black limousine slowly stopped in the parking lot.
Bao Jingyan stood, one hand in his jacket pocket, the other holding a cigarette.
It seemed he had been waiting for a long time.
He opened the car door for Su Ruanruan, and as soon as she got out, she crashed into his arms.
Bao Jingyan steadied her by grasping her fragrant shoulders.
He deliberately asked in a low voice, "Throwing yourself into my arms, Miss Su?"
Su Ruanruan felt both shy and annoyed.
She didn't struggle, instead she softly clung to his waist.
She said, "President Bao, you've seen so much; are you startled by this?"
Bao Jingyan didn't respond.
He pinched the cigarette butt, smoking the last segment.
After stubbing out the cigarette, he swept her off her feet.
Su Ruanruan was startled.
She looped her arms around his neck in protest, "Uncle Zhao is still here!"
Bao Jingyan chuckled lightly, "Uncle Zhao has seen too much of this!"
