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

Now at Bo's home court, seeing Bo Sicheng face-to-face is even more difficult, so he suddenly exclaimed, in fact, Mr. Bo and sister Mingzhu are people in two worlds.

For a diamond-level bachelor like Bo Sicheng, is his relationship with Miss Mingzhu serious?Maybe it's just like those rich second generations in the circle who are just hunting for beauty.

Thinking about it this way, Fat Brother felt that he was too impulsive to come this time, so he just sneaked away while Bao Sicheng wasn't here.

Thinking about it this way, he did it. The fat brother put down his teacup and greeted the secretary outside, "Since your Boss is busy, I'll make an appointment when he is free."

"Should the meeting be over soon? You won't wait?"

"Forget it, next time."

Fat brother waved his hand and left. The secretary's eyes lit up, and he quickly stood up from the chair, "Mr. Bo, we have a visitor..."

Fat Brother looked back at Bao Sicheng, avoiding everything.

CEO's office.

The fat guy was sitting on the leather sofa, staring at the famous paintings worth tens of millions auctioned by the Swiss auction house on the wall from the corner of his eyes, feeling weak.

This feeling of being surrounded by money made him tread on thin ice, for fear that if he accidentally broke something, he would be pinned down here.

"Is something wrong?"

"That... is something." The fat man rubbed his hands nervously, looked at Bao Sicheng and said bravely, "Miss Mingzhu's experiment is a bit promising, and the moonstone is also there, but...but the blood is gone. "

Now that everyone has come, no matter how difficult it is to speak, I will speak.

After Fat Brother finished speaking, the office was immersed in death. After a long time, Bao Sicheng's light laughter interrupted the silence in the room.

"Why? Why should I give her blood?"

Fat Brother's brain crashed, that's right, why did Mr. Bo give his blood to Sister Mingzhu?He is neither short of money nor lack of power, why would he hurt his body to draw blood?

Fat Brother bit the tip of his tongue in embarrassment, feeling that he had gone too far.

Wasn't it because President Bo would rush forward unconditionally when Mingzhu had something to do before, which made him emboldened.

Fat brother blushed with shame, stood up from the sofa in a daze, and almost knocked over the coffee table.

"I'm sorry, Boss, I offended you. I'm wrong today."

"Does she know?" Bao Sicheng called Fat Brother to stop, with anticipation in his eyes.

"I don't know, I made it up on my own. Just forget about Mr. Bo." Fat Brother apologized embarrassingly, "Isn't that right, it's all my fault."

"You shouldn't apologize to me, you should apologize to her. If she knew that you made up your own mind, she would definitely not let you come." For a person as proud as Sheng Mingzhu, even if she wanted blood, she would go to him directly and would not be so devious. means.

"Tell her that if you want blood, go to Yujingjiang Mountain to find me tonight."

……

Fat Brother returned to Yaoshan, seeing the sunset coloring the night sky, he was restless and became more and more restless.

Should he tell Sister Mingzhu about going to Boss on his own initiative?Mr. Bo asked her to go to Yujing Jiangshan, and the lonely men and widows in the middle of the night probably had something in their minds, should he tell?

Pacing around the room anxiously, Sheng Mingzhu finished the last bite of the apple and threw the core into the trash can.

"Brother Fat, you swayed back and forth like this, making me dizzy. What's wrong with you?"

"Don't worry, there will be milk and bread. In the future, there will only be more and more benefactor fathers who will ask me out, and we will become popular."

……

The patron's father?

Does she know that the father of the biggest benefactor is now in Yujing Jiangshan?
Compared with Bo Sicheng, who is ranked on the Forbes list, many fathers of Party A in the circle are not qualified to compete.

Forget it, stretching out the head is a knife, retracting the head is also a knife, the fat brother gritted his teeth, and said in a calm voice: "Mr. Bo invites you to meet Yujing Jiangshan."

"What did you say? Say it clearly."

"Mr. Bo asked you to meet Yujing Jiangshan." The fat man closed his eyes and confessed leniently, "I'm sorry, Miss Mingzhu, I went to see Mr. Bo in private today and wanted him to give some blood. Mr. Bo said he wanted blood and asked you to personally Go find him."

"You can scold me if you want, it's all on my own."

Sheng Mingzhu stayed where she was, and looked at Fat Brother's expression of death, she burst out laughing, "What are you doing? If you look for it, you will look for it. Is it possible that I will beat you up?"

"I'll see him when I see him. I'm afraid he won't succeed."

"But it's late at night, I'm afraid Boss Boss will be uneasy and kind to you."

"Uneasy and kind? If you really want to talk about it, who doesn't know who is taking advantage." Sheng Mingzhu shook her head, thinking of Bao Sicheng's youthful appearance, who can't even kiss, what kind of "heaven and earth shattered" could he do? no?
"Okay, I'm going." Sheng Mingzhu couldn't stand it any longer, she was not in a hurry because she didn't have the moonstone in the past, but now that the moonstone is in hand, Bao Sicheng's blood is ready to be needed.

Waving to Fat Brother, Sheng Mingzhu got into the car and went directly to Yujing Jiangshan.

Yujing Jiangshan.

Bao Sicheng stood in front of the door and watched the night darken, feeling uneasy.

Obviously, he was the one who asked her out, and he was the one who planned the plan, but now he is the one who is worried.

The vase in the corner was replaced with flowers with dewdrops, the table was filled with fresh fruits, and the house was cleaned up. In case she was hungry, there was tiramisu in the refrigerator.

He didn't know if she would come or not, so he arranged these things out of affection, which was a bit ridiculous when he thought about it.

Bao Sicheng lowered his eyelids, hiding the self-deprecating expression in his eyes.

At this time, the sharp horn in the courtyard interrupted Bao Sicheng's thoughts. The black BMW parked in the garden, the door opened, and his slender and long legs protruded.

She was wearing a pair of white flat shoes, a T-shirt, and denim shorts, looking pure and innocent like a college student who just graduated.

Her hair was not modified too much, and she tied a simple ponytail behind her head. It was not as delicate and seductive as usual on the stage, but it had a youthful and lively vibe.

When she is not active, she never wears makeup, which is simple and unique.

Sheng Mingzhu looked up, and saw Bao Sicheng standing in front of the French window. Sensing his gaze, Bao Sicheng turned around quickly, as if nothing had happened, trying to cover it up.

Sheng Mingzhu strode over.

There was only Bao Sicheng in the living room. She casually put her bag on the coffee table and observed the furnishings in the room with great interest. She was even more relaxed than his master, and Bao Sicheng felt unnatural.

He coughed twice and decided to strike first, "You can ask for my blood, but I have one request."

"Huh?" She looked back at the nervous man with red ears, with a questioning look on her face.

"Be my girlfriend for three days. Dating, watching movies, eating, shopping..."

"Is there still a kiss?"

　She has seen these routines countless times from scripts, secretly holding small hands in the movie theater, having a kiss at the end of the day, and the old-fashioned methods of teasing girls in idol dramas. She never expected that Bao Sicheng would still use them.

"Mr. Bo, your method of teasing girls needs to be updated."