Master Jian, how's Shi qinglan doing recently?

The metal-black Maybach was parked outside the club.

This time, Bo chicheng did not dare to get out of the car to avoid being seen by er Li and the others. He sat in the driver's seat with one hand on the steering wheel, an exquisite watch on his good-looking wrist.

The man turned his head slightly and stared at the door through the window. His deep eyes seemed to be emotionless, but he was unwilling to look away for a moment ...

Until that slender voice appeared in his field of vision.

Bo chucheng's eyes, which were as dark as the night, suddenly burst out with a little light, and his red lips also curved up slightly.

He immediately got out of the car and went to the front passenger seat to open the door.

"Why did you come out so late today?"

Bo Yucheng's voice was slightly low as he leaned close to Shi qinglan's ear and asked, his hands taking the opportunity to gently wrap around her waist.