Chapter 67

It was 12:00 in the middle of the night.

At this time, Tang Qingge is usually sleepy as a dog, but now she can't sleep.

Tang Qingge was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling chandelier, looking more and more. The chandelier seemed to be a demon with a big mouth, and her green eyes were staring at her.

So terrible.

Tang Qingge silently pulls on the quilt and covers his head.

Next door presidential suite master bedroom

The man in bed had just finished reading the document sent by the company. After handling the document, Bo Qichen put his mobile phone on the bedside table and turned off the bedside lamp.

The master bedroom was dark and quiet.

Suddenly, there was a sound of dragging in the air.

The man turned on the bedside lamp.

When the light came on, a man and a woman stared at each other.

"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Bo. I don't do anything. I just feel like I know the bed! Yes, yes, I know the bed. It's like I sleep on the ground like this. Hey? Lying here, yes, I don't know the bed so much when I sleep here!"

Tang Qingge dragged the bed, quilt and pillow in an effort to drag them in a certain direction. She found that the man was not asleep, turned on the light, stuttered and explained. She lay on the floor next to the man's bed, covered the quilt, and stared at Bo Qichen.

"I'm your employee. I'm going to officially shoot the film tomorrow. If I don't have a good rest because of my bed reservation, I'll delay the process of shooting tomorrow. If I delay shooting, I'll delay your money. So you won't sit idly by, will you?"

"I'll sleep here. I swear, I won't get up in the middle of the night and cheat on you, will I?"

“……”

"It's late. I'll go to bed first! Good night, Mr. Bo!"

After that, regardless of whether Bo Qichen agreed or not, Tang Qingge got into the quilt and didn't plan to come out again. Bo Qichen looked at the huddled mass on the ground and was still shivering faintly.

He wouldn't think she was frozen. The hotel bedroom was always at normal temperature.

After a while, the man dropped his dark eyes. He was probably tired. He didn't care whether she was sleeping on the bed or on the sleep on the floor. He turned off the bedside lamp and the world returned to darkness.

Say good night to the world.

Sure enough, she felt much better when she slept beside the cold face.

Tangqingge got out of the bed, took two breaths of fresh air, and listened to the even breathing sound of the men nearby. It seemed that the men had not slept yet.

Don't worry. Tang Qingge talked about ten million yuan.

"Mr. Bo, today you asked the bodyguard to send me ten million yuan. Did you really give it to me?"

"Yes."

He really gave it to me!

Adhering to the concept of no merit, Tang Qingge scratched his scalp and began to do it in some distress.

After thinking for a while, he said, "otherwise, the money would be the salary that President Bo paid me in advance. The story of fairy demon is a drama invested by Dihua entertainment company. Then you would still be my boss. I would take the money as your salary in advance. Thank you, President Bo."

As soon as the chatterbox was opened, Tang Qingge could not help saying.

"Mr. Bo, I have a daughter. You should investigate my daughter. She is very cute, isn't she? Tonight, Jing Xi helped me take care of the milk candy, so I can finally rest assured."

Hearing this, Bo Qichen also thought of the beautiful and lovely little girl in the photo. The little girl's eyes looked like Tang Qingge. During the day, the peach blossom demon falling from the tree fell into his arms and looked at him with a pair of panicked eyes like a deer. Those eyes went straight to the bottom of his heart. It seemed that something had also fallen into his heart. It was painless but lingering.