In a certain private room in the imperial capital's seal Palace.
Bo Yicheng leaned lazily on the sofa, his long and fair fingers holding a wine glass. The wine-red liquid made his skin look even colder and whiter, and he casually lowered his eyes to take a sip.
The appointed time was eight O 'clock in the evening ...
They had already passed the hotel, but qingyue was still not there.
Mi Hong could not help but smile awkwardly. . 'm sorry. master Bo. Qingyue has a long schedule and might have been delayed by the traffic ... I'll call them now."
"No rush." Bo Li Cheng lazily swirled his wine glass.
The little girl was probably angry with him. She was deliberately making him wait in the bar.
Chu Hong was still smiling. hurry, I'll hurry.
As she spoke, she stood up and walked out of the room with her phone in hand. Her smile instantly disappeared and she became abbess miejue.
