Chapter 10 Congratulations, Master, a Match Made in Heaven!

Sure enough, Bo Mu also heard that Su Cha was about to enter the entertainment industry, and his sculptural face showed some struggling emotions.

As if reluctant, and a little worried that Su Cha would be angry, he had to slowly say the word "good".

The low voice was almost inaudible.

This made Su Cha want to laugh.

I used to be afraid of him, because the pressure on Bo Muyi was too strong, and there was that kind of control over him.

Now that I am not afraid, and I like him, that feeling has completely changed.

She was suddenly curious about what Bo Mu also did.

But she wasn't completely ignorant. She still remembered that Lian Chi looked at her with a complicated expression and said a sentence: "You are also lucky, even the heir can see you..."

This sentence should refer to Bo Muyi.

Lian Chi's background is amazing enough, and Bo Mu can still get such a comment in his mouth.

heirs.

Thinking about it now, Su Cha could still vaguely distinguish a trace of jealousy from Lian Chi's mouth at that time?

Jealousy, a man who can even be jealous of the second young master, Su Cha seems to understand something.

But she didn't ask anything, and now even if she knew Bo Muyi's identity, it wouldn't help.

The Su Cha in this life is no longer the Su Cha it used to be.

She has to rely on her own ability to climb to a position that is no weaker than her previous life.

She wants to be more upright and worthy of Bo Muyi.

She squinted and smiled, and rubbed Bo Muyi's ears, "I participated in a talent show that was broadcast during the summer vacation, and I will go to the audition site tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay, I'll take you there when the time comes."

He deserved to be quick, because there was still something to do and he had to leave after a few short chats.

Su Cha also knew that he seemed to be busy, and kept sending him downstairs.

The handsome Apollo-like man was still staring at the back of the girl in a daze after the girl went up, until a black Bentley car slowly drove away in the corner, the window rolled down, and the man wearing sunglasses said respectfully, "Master. , we can go."

Bo Mu also turned his head, the gentle expression had faded, and the whole person exuded a cold aura.

After getting in the car, he leaned on the back of the car, his long legs were crossed, his lips were slightly hooked, but there was no warmth in his eyes, but there was a strange sense of satisfaction, like a full and drunk lion, although fierce, but Lazy and comfortable.

The noble and elegant posture is like the nobles and grandsons of the last century, and it is extremely noble.

The man with sunglasses saw Bo Muyi's appearance in the rearview mirror, and asked with a smile, "Young master is in a good mood, what's going on with Miss Su?"

It was at this moment that the eyes of the man who originally exuded a satisfied attitude suddenly looked at him fiercely like a ghost, and his body exuded a deadly suffocating aura, like a thousand knives, ready to stab at any time with blood dripping.

Such a gesture made the man in the sunglasses cool down.

He felt that his throat was being held, and it was very difficult to swallow. Under such eyes, it was as if the bones were being pinched and misplaced.

For a moment he almost thought that the young master was about to kill himself.

When the feeling of numbness in the scalp reached its peak, the man suddenly returned to his normal appearance, only a little indifferent: "She is my girlfriend now."

"call--"

The man in sunglasses took a deep breath in his heart, and after hearing this sentence again, he was a little bit incredulous, his fingers trembled, and after realizing that his attitude was a little troublesome, he was afraid that the young master would turn his face again, and quickly said—

"Congratulations, Master, a match made in heaven!"