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

"Any man would know to choose Sheng Yaohua. However, Sheng Mingzhu is really pretty."

"What's the use of being beautiful? Can you look at it for a lifetime?"

The whispered discussions around them came to the ears of the two of them, and Sheng Yaohua almost clung to Bao Sicheng's arms, her drunken cheeks flushed.

She dare not expect extravagantly from this man, but if he is willing to love her, she will try her best to be his wife.

　 "Yaohua, I'm sorry, I..." Bao Sicheng was about to explain when the phone in his pocket rang, and when he answered the phone, his expression changed drastically.

"What did you say? Something happened to Mingzhu? I'll be right over..." Before Sheng Yaohua could react, Bao Sicheng pushed her away, ran out holding the phone.

The dance music stopped abruptly, and Sheng Yaohua stood alone in the middle of the stage, tears of grievance streaming down, "Bo Sicheng..."

　"Stop him." Xu Feng's complexion changed drastically. The security guard looked at Xu Feng, then at Bao Sicheng who did not dare to stop him after all. Xu Mo looked at his father, took off his suit and hugged Sheng Yaohua in his arms, escorted her to the lounge.

　"Why, why did he treat me like this?" Sheng Yaohua completely broke down. She knew that Bao Sicheng liked Sheng Mingzhu, so she never dared to expect anything. She had already explained it to Xu Feng.

Why did he suddenly take her dancing again to give her hope?Giving her hope and then abandoning her mercilessly, making her despair?

How does this make others see her?What did the guests think of her?

"If you don't like it, you don't like it. It's not that I, Sheng Yaohua, pestered him deliberately. Why is he so cruel?"

"It's none of your business." Xu Mo squatted down, seeing Sheng Yaohua crying out of shape, with a lot of snot and tears, and even took off the false eyelashes, he couldn't help but feel soft.

"Wipe your eyes so you don't cry the mascara into your eyes." Xu Mo reached out and tore off the false eyelashes from his eyes. Sheng Yaohua looked at the things in his hand with a dull expression, and stood up from the chair in shame.

"I'm going to wash it up." He hurriedly walked to the bathroom, and saw the dirty little face in the mirror, with red rouge, black mascara, and lipstick stained together, even funnier than the clowns on the stage.

How did she do this in front of him?What a shame.

After washing his face and going out, Xu Mo had asked the makeup artist to come over and reapply Sheng Yaohua's makeup.

　 "Thank you."

"Don't worry, I won't let Sheng Mingzhu disturb your happiness, she doesn't deserve it." Xu Mo stood in front of the window, clasped the edge of the bed tightly with his hands, his face was darker than the bottom of the pot, and there was a hint of hatred in his words meaning.

"Xu Mo, are you okay?" Sheng Yaohua said timidly, Xu Mo turned around, his ferocious face returned to calm, and shook his head, "It's okay, don't worry."

"I'll accompany you out. Bao Sicheng is gone. You, the hostess, can't go."

"I'm a little scared." Thousands of people pointed out that there was pressure from public opinion.

Sheng Yaohua didn't survive this kind of occasion alone, so she couldn't help feeling timid.

"I'll accompany you." Xu Mo walked out with Sheng Yaohua on his arm. The situation was as active as Xu Feng's, but he didn't freeze up, but Bao Sicheng's sudden escape left a shadow in everyone's hearts.

When Bao Sicheng arrived, Sheng Mingzhu was squatting on the ground and counting ants, and the fat man was swinging back and forth in front of her like a ton of stone blocks, watching all directions and listening to all directions, for fear that some bad guys would rush in from outside and threaten Sheng Mingzhu.

　 "What's going on? Fat brother didn't say clearly on the phone, what "attempted murder"? Did something happen to you?"

Sheng Mingzhu was pulled up from the ground by Bao Sicheng, looked back and forth, and saw that there was no wound on her body, so he embraced her in fear.

　 "I'm fine, it's all the alarmist talk of Fat Brother."

　"Where am I alarmist? If I hadn't pushed so fast, maybe you would have been crushed to death by a flower pot."

Bao Sicheng's heart tightened, and he tightened his grip on Sheng Mingzhu.

Sheng Mingzhu rolled her eyes, and slapped Fat Brother on the head with a "explosive profit", "Shut up, I know."

"I didn't count? Don't scare me, okay?" Bao Sicheng tilted his head, pulled down the seat belt and buckled it on Sheng Mingzhu's body, his black pupils stared at her closely, as if looking at some rare treasure.

Sheng Mingzhu's heart was flustered, and she turned her head to the side awkwardly, but she still opened her mouth to explain: "I have no opponent here, either Chen Lingke or Ye Yaoguang, Ye Yaoguang has no guts to commit murder, so only Chen Lingke is left .”

"Buying murder. Killing?"

"Well, I asked. Today, the woman who threw the flowerpot was obsessed with gambling. She lost all the demolition funds, and was approached by debt collectors. A few days ago, she suddenly had a sum of money to pay off her gambling debts." Now, if Chen Lingke didn't pay for it, the murderer wouldn't even believe it."

"You let him do what he wants?"

"All of this is my guess, where is the evidence?"

"Call the police."

"No hurry." Sheng Mingzhu knew it well, and deliberately changed the subject, "You ran away before the charity dinner started, is there anything wrong?"

"It's still too late to get there." Bao Sicheng's cell phone kept ringing, and people kept calling to inquire about the situation. He was upset and turned off the phone.

　 Driving all the way, hurried to the hotel.

　 Sheng Mingzhu didn't catch up with her and rested in the garden for a while.

Xu Mo stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the two chatting from afar, with a trace of hostility across his face.

Sheng Mingzhu, you really linger.

Sheng Mingzhu was sitting on the copper bench, lighting the fountain water with her fingers boredly, she looked very contented, but her body was tense, and she silently observed the surrounding situation from the corner of her eyes.

Chen Lingke, I've been using myself as bait to wait for you to take the bait, so don't let me down.

What's the point of doing things like revenge?It's still tasteful to use real swords and guns on your own.

Sheng Mingzhu was watering the water, Xu Mo suddenly moved, grabbed her other hand like a beast preying, and dragged her into the woods.

"Sheng Mingzhu, do you still have the face to come here?"

kindness?
Sheng Mingzhu looked confused, looking at the man in front of her through the scattered starlight.

　 Xu Mo has a face that is different from Bao Sicheng's cold and hard face, with a boyish demeanor that is more soft and beautiful, like the breeze in the mountains that does not stir up dust.

The whole thing was soft and sticky, not aggressive, but those dark eyes reminded her that all this was an illusion.

It was the first time she saw him, but the other party's tone of hatred was the fault of that Sheng Mingzhu?
I %￥#@...

Cursing a dirty word in her heart, Sheng Mingzhu squeezed out a smile, after all, she didn't reach out to hit the smiling person.

　"Long time no see. With your tone, am I digging your ancestral grave, or cuckolding you?"

　"You still have the face to say?"

I C, she just said it casually, but it really hit the mark?

　For a man, what could be more humiliating than cuckolding someone?