High-profile spoiled marriage: Mr. Bo can't

"I... I'm sorry." Bao Sicheng realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly apologized.

No matter how angry you are, you shouldn't say such things to her. She is not that kind of person.

baffling!

The clay figurine is still angry, so it's none of his business!

Just as Bao Sicheng apologized, Sheng Mingzhu hung up the phone. A series of blind tones made the usually calm man feel a little flustered.

It's his indiscretion, it's his loss of control.

He was jealous, jealous that someone had talked with her by candlelight and explored areas he didn't know.He resented, resented that she didn't know the severity, and easily showed her unknown posture to others.

He panicked.

"Mr. Bo, when are you going to set off for Mr. Lu's game in the Shengshihaoting group at [-] o'clock in the evening?" The special assistant knocked on the door and asked Bo Sicheng.

"Push it." Bao Sicheng was in a mess, he put the suit hanging on the chair on his wrist, and strode out.

"But you have promised before..."

"Can't you find a reason? My mother is sick, and I have a headache... Do you want me to teach you? What's the use of you if I don't know?" Bao Sicheng turned his head and taught the assistant coldly. The assistant shrank his neck, He nodded quickly, curled up like a poor quail.

Boss Bo was in a good mood all day, why did he suddenly blow up?The seriousness of the cold-blooded devil's upper body made his heart pound.

"understand."

Bao Sicheng took the elevator to the underground parking lot, and kept calling Sheng Mingzhu, but the phone was turned off immediately.

Sheng Mingzhu leaned on the back seat and turned off her cell phone and threw it on the chair. She murmured, "Is he sick? How dare he attack me? I don't care about him!"

"baffling."

Fat Brother's facial muscles trembled unconsciously. Seeing Sheng Mingzhu's nonchalant expression from the rear mirror of the car, he silently cried tears of sympathy for Bao Sicheng.

Even a man can see Boss's friendship with Miss Mingzhu. This news broke out. Isn't that green haired and can run a horse? Doesn't this make people vent?

Miss Mingzhu is too demanding.

"Mr. Bo probably didn't mean to kill you on purpose, he probably felt uncomfortable."

"If you feel bad, just hit me? Am I his venting bucket?"

You are his ancestor!
Fat Brother didn't know what to say, so he simply shut up.

"Tick tock, I miss your voice..." Fat Brother's cell phone rang, he glanced at the caller ID, and said, "President Bo is calling me, sister, please answer..."

"No."

"I can't answer the phone while driving." The fat brother gave Sheng Mingzhu a step down, and Sheng Mingzhu took the fat brother's phone and turned it off.

Fat Brother was speechless for this coquettish operation.

All the way back to Yaoshan, Fat Brother quickly turned on the phone and called Bao Sicheng back.

Just kidding, Sheng Mingzhu can be willful. If it weren't for his relationship with Sheng Mingzhu as a small manager, Boss Boss, a high-ranking financial backer, would not even glance at him.

"Mr. Bo, I was driving when you called just now."

"What about her?" Bao Sicheng drove all the way, and when he couldn't get through the city, he went to Huancheng Road, just to see Sheng Mingzhu earlier.

"Now we have returned to Medicine Mountain."

"Her, is she okay? How's your mood?" Bao Sicheng was walking on eggshells, and the fat man didn't know what to say in his tone of worrying about gain and loss.

What kind of Gu did Miss Mingzhu do this?

　 "Looks good."

"That's good." Bao Sicheng calmed down. She didn't feel bad because of what she said, but after thinking about it, her soothing brows frowned again. She didn't feel bad because of what she said. Does it mean that she doesn't care?
His heart was ups and downs like the tide, Bao Sicheng had never been tortured like this before, and he had to rush to the door even though others didn't care.

It was already evening when we arrived at Yaoshan, and standing outside the door, Bao Sicheng felt timidly close to his hometown.

Sheng Mingzhu shuts down in the laboratory to refine Silvermoon Grass, but she feels upset and irritable today despite her normal work.

　 Although there is no error in the test parameters, the work efficiency is much lower. For those with strict requirements, the efficiency of such a waste of time is a waste of life.

"Boss Boss, come in." Fat Brother went out and saw a car parked outside. Bao Sicheng leaned on the car, kicking stones out of boredom.

Seeing Fat Brother greet him, Bao Sicheng quickly responded: "Just arrived."

Fat Brother: So what I saw in the window just now was a ghost?
Without trying to expose him, the fat brother welcomed Bo Sicheng in.

"Miss Mingzhu is in the research room."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the test tube falling to the ground came from the research room, followed by Sheng Mingzhu's violent thoughts.

"Miss Mingzhu is not in the right shape today...Be careful, don't get into trouble." Fat Brother reminded in a low voice, and Bao Sicheng pushed the door and walked in.

"I said you can't come in casually in the laboratory, fat brother..." Sheng Mingzhu scolded, and turned around to see Bao Sicheng by the door.

"It's you." Swallowing back the scolding, Sheng Mingzhu took off her white gloves and unbuttoned her coat.

"Is something wrong?"

The door is always a guest, anyway, today's condition is not right, Sheng Mingzhu directly

Putting down his things, he closed the door and walked out with Bao Sicheng.

"I came here to apologize to you on purpose. I'm sorry, I was the one who couldn't choose what to say today."

"I accept." Sheng Mingzhu nodded, asked Fat Brother to pour Bao Sicheng a cup of tea, but walked out by herself.

"I'm going to see the herbs, you can do whatever you want."

The indifferent attitude made Bao Sicheng's heart tighten, and he quickly chased after him, grabbing Sheng Mingzhu's arm.

"Are you angry?"

"No, why should I be angry?" She raised her head, her black eyes were clear, and there was no trace of anxiety or anger.

"I want to listen to and remember every word of other people's comments, and then I will die of anger."

Bao Sicheng was heartbroken when he heard that, knowing that she didn't have him at all in her heart, her brows and eyes were half drooped, and her lips were pursed into a slit. Seeing Sheng Mingzhu striding towards Yaoshan, she could only follow quickly.

When the moon was shining in the sky, Sheng Mingzhu put the moonstone under the silver moon grass, and waited for the moonstone to disappear into dust, only then realized that Bao Sicheng's blood had been used up.

She needs new blood.

It seemed too direct to speak like this, so I could only say in a roundabout way: "Are you free tomorrow? I heard that there is a drag racing race on the Panshan Highway, do you want to go and see it?"

The drag racing race on the Panshan Highway was first organized by a few idle rich second-generation people in the circle. Later, because of the large bonuses, it gradually developed into a larger scale.

There are also underground casinos that specialize in opening bets, but top rich second generations like Bo Sicheng generally don't participate.

"Okay." Bao Sicheng agreed.

"Well, then we'll see you at the stadium tomorrow." Sheng Mingzhu's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and her whole body was relaxed.

Tomorrow, I will bet against Bo Sicheng in the arena, so I can get his blood openly.

perfect.

"it is good."

The next day, Panshan Highway.

When Bo Sicheng and Sheng Mingzhu got off the Rolls-Royce together, they were stunned by all the playboys.