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

"What are you afraid of? Does she still dare to smash you here, or swallow you alive?"

In fact, Sheng Mingzhu couldn't understand Sheng Yaohua's arrogant face, but now that she was pregnant with a baby, it was inconvenient to conflict with others, so she didn't bother to argue with the other party.

"With you here, she wouldn't dare to smash my studio," Lan Jie shook her head helplessly with a smile, and re-selected the evening dress for Sheng Mingzhu on the hanger, "I just feel sorry for that dress, which is suitable for you It's suitable, it's a pity to give it to her to wear."

"It's nothing to be sorry about, just choose another one for me. I trust your vision."

Sheng Mingzhu didn't care too much, she had already experienced Sheng Yaohua's madness, sometimes when encountering troubles, it is not necessary to fight to the death, it is a better choice to take a step back.

Although the navy blue dress was taken by Sheng Yaohua, Lan Jie quickly chose a better champagne dress for Sheng Mingzhu.

She measured the size in the other party's studio, and then returned home with peace of mind.

Lan Jie always felt at ease when doing things, Sheng Mingzhu had only been back home for two days, so it was convenient for her to send the dress over in advance for her to try on.

Sheng Mingzhu simply put it on, and found that the size was just right, and her waistline was also properly improved according to her current size.

On the day Mr. Bo invited her, she naturally wore this outfit, and followed Bao Sicheng to the old house of the Bo family.

The car was driven by Bao Sicheng's assistant, and Bao Sicheng was sitting in the back seat holding Sheng Mingzhu's hand, his face suddenly became a little uneasy.

He didn't know why, but he always felt a little flustered in his heart, as if this was a road of no return, and he shouldn't take Sheng Mingzhu to this appointment.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Bao Sicheng looked at Sheng Mingzhu who was sitting next to him with some hesitation, and squeezed her hand awkwardly, "Why don't you go to the old house."

Sheng Mingzhu raised her head and looked at the other party so funny that she didn't seem to understand what he meant: "Why don't you let me go after you've come here? What are you worried about? Didn't I tell you? Does it matter?"

She did say that it didn't matter, but Bao Sicheng didn't want the other party to compromise and do things that she didn't want to do for her own sake.

It would definitely not be a good thing for Mr. Bo to ask her to go with him. This is not an ordinary dinner, but more like a grand feast with a certain purpose.

"You stay with me by my side, I have nothing to be afraid of," Sheng Mingzhu smiled and held his finger, "you don't need to worry about me anymore."

Even if she went alone, she would not be intimidated by Mr. Bo, let alone Bao Sicheng beside her.

The other party brought the conversation to this point, even though Bao Sicheng still had worries in his heart, he could only hold back for the time being so as not to speak further.

The black Bentley drove slowly into the yard of the old house of Bo's family, and the assistant skillfully parked the car at the position indicated by the security guard.

The servant opened the door of the back seat respectfully, and Bao Sicheng turned around and helped Sheng Mingzhu get out of the Bentley.

Sheng Mingzhu walked into the villa with his arm in his arms. There were already many guests in the room, chatting about trivial things while eating champagne and desserts from the buffet.

Although her champagne-colored evening dress is not as dignified and elegant as the navy blue one before, it looks extraordinarily elegant and has an unapproachable aura.

Although it is not a slim-fit style, you can still see the beautiful curves faintly, and it doesn't look bloated at all because of pregnancy.

As soon as Sheng Mingzhu and Bao Sicheng walked into the hall, they attracted a lot of attention and discussions.

The wives and children who came with her husband also stared at her one after another, as if they remembered the gossip news on TV, they covered their mouths and discussed enthusiastically.

Mr. Bo was sitting on a high chair watching all this. He admitted that the outfit Sheng Mingzhu wore today was indeed outstanding, but he couldn't accept that the other party provoked criticism as soon as he came in.

"It seems that Ms. Mingzhu Sheng is still a well-known figure," the assistant standing beside said as if she was adding fuel to the fire, "Whether it's a famous lady or a wealthy daughter, everyone knows about Ms. Sheng's deeds."

Hearing this, Mr. Bo felt angry, leaning on his crutches, he snorted mockingly: "Her shameful deeds are known, what is there to be proud of, everyone treats her as a joke, she I still don’t know how to write the word shame.”

Sheng Mingzhu didn't seem to care much about other people's gazes. She picked up the dishes next to her and picked out exquisite desserts, especially the cake with chocolate. She even took two extra pieces.

Bao Sicheng was next to her to help her hold the plate, as if she was going along with her husband.

Sitting on the top and watching this scene, the old man felt extremely annoyed, and the anger in his heart increased by one more look.

"Mr. Bo," the assistant received a call from the security guard who was greeting the guests in the courtyard, and immediately leaned over and whispered in the other's ear, "Ms. Sheng Yao Huasheng has arrived."

"Let her in!"

When Mr. Bo heard that Sheng Yaohua had finally arrived, he couldn't help but motioned to his assistant to let Sheng Yaohua into the room immediately. He also stood up on crutches and walked slowly downstairs.

As soon as Sheng Yaohua walked into the hall in a dark blue evening dress, she saw Sheng Mingzhu who was choosing desserts.

She saw that Bao Sicheng who was next to him didn't care about other people's gaze at all, and filled Sheng Mingzhu with her favorite chocolate layer cake, pursing his lips and his face became a little gloomy.

"Si Cheng, all the Yaohua people are here, why are you still standing there and don't know how to entertain them well?"

Sheng Yaohua was thinking about how to humiliate Sheng Mingzhu well, when Old Man Bo, who was walking down the stairs slowly, beckoned to Bao Sicheng and said loudly.

"Grandpa," Bao Sicheng had mixed expressions on his face, he stood beside Sheng Mingzhu without moving, "I still want to accompany Mingzhu, you can find someone to entertain Miss Sheng."

He called Sheng Mingzhu next to her so affectionately that she was called Mingzhu, while he called Sheng Yaohua a polite and distant Miss Sheng, whoever was closer and who was farther apart could tell a thing or two from this title alone.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see how close Bo Sicheng is to Sheng Mingzhu, and Sheng Yaohua is not even an ordinary friend.

However, he did not let the old man back down with a rebellious tone, but instead he waved his hand and ordered Bao Sicheng to take Sheng Yaohua's feelings into consideration.