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

Sheng Yaohua is best at pretending to be wronged and innocent, and this trick has always been effective with Mr. Bo.

It's just that today, seeing Sheng Mingzhu persisting in surgery for several hours before getting off the operating table for his old friend, the old man's mood has become different from before.

"Yaohua, our Bo family is sorry for you," he said after a long silence, "I promised to marry the Sheng family, so I shouldn't have said anything about retiring the marriage, but I thought Bao Sicheng was just playing with her , now it seems that I misunderstood."

The more he talked about Sheng Yaohua, the more uneasy he felt, and he felt that the old man's attitude had changed accordingly.

"But grandpa, you also know that Sheng Mingzhu has a lot of negative reports. People outside don't know what to think of her, saying that she seduces men everywhere."

Sheng Yaohua panicked and jumped out all kinds of ugly words, as if she was afraid that the other party would also be tricked by Sheng Mingzhu.

"There is a saying that seeing is believing. I think it makes sense. I have never had any contact with her. How can I know whether the news outside is true or malicious slander?"

Looking at Sheng Yaohua in front of him, old man Bo sighed slowly: "Since Bao Sicheng likes her so much, and she is indeed capable and talented, it's inconvenient for me, an old man, to say anything more, so let them go. "

Sheng Yaohua was completely stunned when she heard this, her only backer also collapsed, and she didn't know who to turn to to work together to bring down Sheng Mingzhu.

"You should also go back to rest earlier, so many things happened today, I think you have worked hard."

Mr. Bo didn't look at the disappointed expression on her face, turned around and left the hospital after saying this.

Now that he decided to agree to the two of them being together, the old man quickly started to do it.

Not two days later, he asked his assistant to contact Sheng Mingzhu and asked her to meet and talk in the coffee shop at two o'clock this afternoon.

Sheng Mingzhu was a little surprised when she received the old man's call. After all, the other party's attitude towards her had never been very good, and she had to mock her again and again.

Although she agreed to the invitation because the other party was Grandpa Bao Sicheng, she didn't think it was an ordinary meeting, but like the last time she went to the old house, it was a grand banquet that had to be attended. .

It's not the first time the old man has used this method to punish her, and she doesn't think it's unusual.

She just left the house at the appointed time, and was going to buy some cakes from a nearby bakery after meeting Mr. Bo.

Sheng Mingzhu's journey was not very smooth, the traffic jam was severe, and she was delayed for more than ten minutes at the intersection.

She wanted to make a call to tell the old man about the situation, but for some reason, the other party's phone was still disconnected.

When Sheng Mingzhu hurried to the coffee shop mentioned by the other party, she realized that the place was already in chaos.

The store entrance was surrounded by onlookers, and there were police cars and ambulances parked beside it. Mr. Bo's assistant was standing next to the police with a solemn expression, accepting questioning.

She suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart, and regardless of her stomach, she pushed through the crowd and walked to the assistant, and asked anxiously: "What's going on, what happened, how did this happen?" What does it look like?!"

The assistant frowned when she saw her appearance, but before she could open her mouth to answer her, the policeman next to her rudely interrupted her and asked, "Excuse me, who are you?"

"She is the Miss Sheng Mingzhu Sheng I mentioned just now," the assistant turned to explain to the policeman who took the record, "it's the one Mr. Bo made an appointment to meet."

"What happened, Mr. Bo?"

Sheng Mingzhu was still a little dizzy and couldn't figure out the situation, but her intuition told her that something bad had happened.

"Mr. Bo died of a heart attack," the policeman who was making the record looked up and said to her blankly, "I'm sorry, Ms. Sheng Mingzhu Sheng, we now suspect that you are suspected of committing a serious crime, please tell me Let's go first."

Sheng Mingzhu stared at the other party's face in a daze, and then glanced at the assistant next to him in disbelief: "How could this be? Didn't he have a heart-saving pill on him? How did you become an assistant?!"

"We will investigate these things later, but now please cooperate with our work and go to the police station."

The police didn't seem to want to listen to her explanation, so they grabbed her by the arm and took her into the police car.

The road to the police station is not far away, but Sheng Mingzhu feels like a century has passed.

The old man who was standing in front of her alive two days ago, suddenly said that if there is no one, there will be no more. Even though she has seen a lot of life and death on the battlefield, she still feels a little unspeakable sadness in her heart.

Even she, who has no blood relationship with the other party, would feel sad when she heard the news of his death. She couldn't imagine how sad Bao Sicheng would be when he found out about it.

Sheng Mingzhu was quickly taken to the interrogation room of the police station and sat on a cold bench.

The other party seemed to consider that she was pregnant now and wanted to use a gentle interrogation method, so the police who interrogated her were also specially replaced by female police officers.

"I would like to ask your opinion on the matter of Mr. Bo's death."

The police standing in front of her didn't seem to be interrogating her, but they seemed to be interviewing her.

Sheng Mingzhu looked back at the past calmly, and replied calmly: "I don't have any opinion. It's a pity that a life is lost like this."

"Is there only pity, and no secret joy?"

The female policeman tapped on the table lightly, her eyes were fixed on hers, as if she wanted to find something in her eyes.

"Why should I be secretly happy?" Sheng Mingzhu only felt that this statement was a bit inexplicable, as if she wanted to put a hat on her head, "I don't understand what you mean."

"You are a well-known medical master. I heard that you just completed a surgery that only you can do in the whole country. However, when you turned around, Mr. Bo, who had an appointment with you, suffered a heart attack. Don't you think it's a little strange to die?"

Sheng Mingzhu finally realized the deep meaning in her words, and smiled coldly, "Do you mean that I deliberately did the whole thing, so that the old man died?"

"It's not what I mean," the female policeman said with a look at her, "but the evidence points to your motive."