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

In the arc-shaped tunnel, the black team looked at Sheng Mingzhu who was not far away, and the two exchanged eyes silently. With a thought, they stepped on the accelerator and chased up, flanking Sheng Mingzhu from left to right.

They have used this tactic before, approaching from both sides, forcing the car in front to slow down to protect itself, otherwise it will be crushed and crashed.

Such a tactic has won many battles.

Sensing their nasty tricks, Sheng Mingzhu snorted coldly, and a contemptuous arc traced the corner of her mouth.

The two gave a thumbs up, made a gesture, and adopted a pincer attack.

　 At the critical moment, seeing Sheng Mingzhu's motorcycle was about to be tripped, she suddenly jumped up into the air to avoid the pursuit of the two men, and walked away.

　But because of inertia, the two of them had no time to dodge, they collided heavily and fell to the ground, and did not get up for a long time.

　When Sheng Mingzhu heard the movement, she turned her head and gestured with her thumbs down, then whistled and walked away.

　Xiao Mian, you still want to fight her with this little ability?Are people who have run through the waves of life and death still afraid of such small tricks?
　Sheng Mingzhu rushed out of the tunnel first, and Bao Sicheng heaved a sigh of relief when he saw her figure.

　Then other people appeared from the tunnel, but the two black locomotives chasing Sheng Mingzhu never appeared, what happened?Left behind?

　Huang Mao hurriedly asked the team members, knowing what happened in the tunnel, his face was full of apprehension.

He didn't hide from Bao Sicheng when he answered the phone, the external voice was turned on, and Bao Sicheng could hear it clearly.

After a long time, he gently pulled the corner of his mouth, showing a cold sneer, and kept rubbing his left little finger with his right hand.

"Young Master Bo, fortunately, Miss Mingzhu is fine, but instead of trying to harm others, they tricked themselves, hehe..."

Huang Mao explained that seeing Bao Sicheng's expressionless expression, he could only dryly laugh twice and scold the ignorant troublemaker in his heart.

Sheng Mingzhu reached the top of the mountain and turned around. She was the first to come back from the middle point, and everyone at the finish line shouted.

Sheng Mingzhu stepped on the ground with her right toe, made a beautiful roundabout at the finish line, and blew a kiss to the noisy crowd.

Seeing her flirtatious appearance, Bao Sicheng snorted coldly, clenched his fists and turned to leave.

"Bo Sicheng, you lost!" Sheng Mingzhu threw the helmet to Huang Mao, ran to Bao Sicheng's side and patted him on the shoulder, smiling brightly.

"What's the stake?"

"Your blood." Her eyes were shining brightly, looking at Bao Sicheng's arm, as if looking at a mouth-watering delicacy.

"You want this?" Bao Sicheng laughed back angrily, making such a fuss just to get his blood.

"What? You want to regret it after losing?" Sheng Mingzhu tugged on his sleeve, her lips were slightly pouting, and her eyes were full of stubbornness.

"As you wish." Bao Sicheng bit his cheek, took the fruit knife and scratched it on the palm of his hand, bleeding profusely immediately.

Sheng Mingzhu frantically drew Bo Sicheng's blood into the test tube with a blood drawer, "Are you crazy? If I have tools, I can draw some blood out. If you make a cut like this, a lot of blood will drip on the ground. What's the matter?" leave a wound."

"It's also my blood dripping on the ground. I can waste it if I want. You can draw as much as you want."

　  Sheng Mingzhu didn't dare to ask for more, so she took two test tubes and gauze to bandage Bao Sicheng's wound.

"No need." He pushed her away, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and tied it on his palm, and strode away without looking back.

Sheng Mingzhu stood on the spot holding the gauze, muttering softly: "Big man, it's enough to lose your temper if you can't afford it."

When Huang Mao heard it, his head was full of black lines and he didn't know what to say.

Bo Shao stood behind the monitor with a dark face, and that worried look was clearly afraid that something would happen to Mingzhu, but she felt that Bo Shao was reluctant to bear blood?

This really... let down Shao Shao's good intentions.

"Miss Mingzhu, you won a prize of 200 million yuan."

"Call my card at that time." Sheng Mingzhu nodded, thinking that Bao Sicheng was injured, so he hurriedly drove after him.

"Bo Sicheng. Your hand is injured and you can't drive." The car engine started, Sheng Mingzhu knocked on Bao Sicheng's window, his lips were drawn into a slit, and he stepped on the accelerator without looking back.

　 "Stop." Sheng Mingzhu stood in front of the car, and Bao Sicheng stepped on the brakes in shock, his hand holding the steering wheel trembling slightly.

He almost crushed her.

Does she know what she's doing?are you crazy?
"Open the door, I'll take you home." She stood in front of the car with her hands open, and the two of them looked at each other faintly through the front mirror.

She looked at him stubbornly, her eyes were crystal clear, and the corners of her mouth were slightly puckered, as if she was blaming him for being ignorant.

Bao Sicheng lowered his head, with a hint of self-mockery in his eyes, and finally opened the car door.

"You come out."

Sheng Mingzhu was so domineering that she grabbed Bao Sicheng by the sleeve and was about to throw him into the back seat.

The woman's faint body fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose. Seeing her domineering appearance, Bao Sicheng faintly felt angry.

Why?If you don't love him, why come to tease him?Teased another look of nothing to do with Fengyue and left him?It's her ability to wrinkle a pool of spring water, and leave him irresponsibly, leaving him to toss and turn alone?

Putting his big arms around her waist, Bao Sicheng pressed Sheng Mingzhu into his arms, his eyes approached step by step with a sharp edge that was sure to win.

The red lips were close at hand, and her eyes reflected her self as a prisoner, Bao Sicheng licked her lips, his warm breath hit her face, and said word by word: "Sheng Mingzhu, I don't want your pity. "

Pitiful?
If a rich and powerful man like him is pitiful, then there will be no poor people in the world.

She pursed her lips, shook her head and explained, "I didn't pity you."

Yes, she didn't.

He laughed at himself, he was the only one who made a prison for himself.

It was he who struggled, it was him who suffered, and it was him who tossed and turned.

She treated him no differently than anyone else.

It's just that the current him hates this kind of distance that is suddenly far and near, so attainable and yet untouchable.

If there is no heartbeat, then he will draw the rest.

"Sheng Mingzhu, do you know that I like you?" His palm caressed her cheek, and the slippery touch of his palm made people's heart sway.

like?

Sheng Mingzhu was slightly startled, then remembered his recent performance, and suddenly realized.

If you like her, you will like her. There are so many people in Shengshi Empire who like her, so she must respond to each one of them.

"Then I'm sure you like it?" She raised her head and replied timidly, making Bao Sicheng laugh back angrily.

　 He expected her to give him a response, but she played Tai Chi very well.

"I understand."

　 Bo Sicheng pushed Sheng Mingzhu away, and nodded heavily.

"Shall I drive you home?"

"No need." Bao Sicheng turned his back to Sheng Mingzhu, refusing to let him see his weakness, "Don't worry, I won't drive by myself, I'll call my assistant to drive."

Bao Sicheng turned around and walked towards the main road, Sheng Mingzhu trotted after him.

"Bo Sicheng."

"Sheng Mingzhu, don't come here." He waved his hand, signaling Sheng Mingzhu not to come, "Give me some dignity."