"Not talking?" Hua Jian's tone was mild.
Bo Lin had also had a little to drink that evening, but not much.
Now, through his slightly muddled thoughts, he sensed something off about Hua Jian-and a hint of danger.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Did those little MBs touch you? Do you like them? What type were they? Sweet puppies or wild pups? Hmm?"
Bo Lin frowned. "What are you talking about?"
When he had leaned toward Hua Jian's computer earlier, all he had seen was someone saying he had gone to a private club.
Shen Mo had organized tonight's gathering. Bo Lin had been in F Country all this time, and the others had insisted on getting together.
Lu Zexi had also told him a little about how the remaining matters involving the Fu Family had been handled.
They had all had legitimate business to discuss.
What MBs? There hadn't been any.
Unfortunately, Hua Jian seemed rather inclined to use his drunkenness as an excuse to make trouble.
Especially now: not only did he refuse to answer Bo Lin's questions, even his inner voice was completely blank.
Seeing his cold expression, with that trace of vulnerability beneath it, Bo Lin's heart instantly softened.
But that softening played right into Hua Jian's hands.
In the blink of an eye, because Bo Lin offered no resistance, Hua Jian pushed him down into the chair.
The next moment, Hua Jian knelt on the floor.
"You..." Bo Lin froze. Hua Jian had already started undoing his buttons.
Some time later, Bo Lin went to the study and entered the date he had first met Hua Jian to unlock the computer.
What greeted him was precisely this: [Bo-Hua seduction strategy group].
No one was talking anymore. Bo Lin scrolled up through the chat history, finding