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

He Jingchuan came to this foreign country alone and didn't have many friends, and Sheng Mingzhu, the only person he knew well, treated him in every possible way.

He didn't expect that anyone would come to his room at this time, he walked to the door with the confusion in his heart while holding the wine glass and opened the door, just in time to meet Sheng Mingzhu who was standing outside the door.

"You're in a pretty good mood."

Seeing the wine glass in his hand, Sheng Mingzhu sneered slightly, walked into the room, picked up the half-drinked red wine and looked at it.

"Boston red wine from [-], you really know how to enjoy it. It seems that it is a good job to come to the ancient country of China to inquire about news. I wonder if other people know that you are watching TV and drinking red wine here, looking extremely comfortable?"

He Jingchuan was used to her sarcasm and sarcasm, and the expression on his face remained calm.

If Sheng Mingzhu didn't mock him, he might still feel a little uncomfortable, after all, this woman's only feeling for him was hatred.

"You came here at night, you don't just want to ridicule me, do you?"

Sheng Mingzhu took the initiative to come to the door, and He Jingchuan was actually secretly happy. Even if he knew that the other party came here for nothing else, he felt very happy to be able to meet and talk to the other party. Satisfied.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

When Sheng Mingzhu heard his question, she frowned and turned around in doubt, her fingers holding the wine bottle tightened uncontrollably: "Didn't you send a text message to ask me to come over?"

He Jingchuan was also confused by her words, he stood there frankly, even took out his mobile phone from his bag, put it on the table and said: "I never texted you I’ve sent some text messages, and I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her heart sank suddenly, as if she felt something, she suddenly took two steps back, bit her lips tightly and stared at the man standing in front of her.

"He Jingchuan, why are you pretending to be confused with me?! You just admit it to me obediently! You are not planning something and want to take this opportunity to play tricks on me?!"

Although He Jingchuan himself admitted that he did a lot of things, whether it was making things difficult for Bo Sicheng or tripping Sheng Mingzhu, he personally participated in everything.

But today's text message was the only one that he didn't know about.

He Jingchuan watched the other party with vigilant eyes, slowly sighed and spread his hands and said, "I know you don't want to believe me, but I really didn't do this thing, and I don't know who did it. "

No matter who did it or who planned it, Sheng Mingzhu couldn't stay in this room any longer.

The instinct of perceiving danger made her subconsciously put down the expensive bottle of red wine, turned around and hurried to the door.

However, when she reached out to open the door, she suddenly found that the room was completely locked and could not be opened at all.

"What the hell is going on?!"

The situation suddenly became like this, no matter how dull Sheng Mingzhu was, she should have noticed something was wrong.

She used all her strength to pull the doorknob, and even thought of breaking through the door, but she still couldn't shake the door at all.

He Jingchuan obviously also noticed this abnormal situation, but he didn't take this abnormality seriously, instead he lowered his voice to comfort Sheng Mingzhu.

"Maybe the door broke accidentally. I'll ask the hotel staff to fix it right away. You don't have to be so nervous. I won't do anything to you even if you are alone in the same room."

While saying this, He Jingchuan went to the bedside table to pick up the hotel's internal phone, and told the other party the situation in his room.

The front desk lady of the hotel told him in a very gentle tone that she would immediately notify the staff of the logistics department to come and fix it, and asked him to wait a while and not to worry.

"I've already called, and you can rest assured," he motioned to Sheng Mingzhu, who was standing at the door with a cautious face, and then sat down on his chair again, continuing to drink his bottle of '[-] Boston red wine, "If you think the waiting time is too boring, you can also have a drink with me to relieve boredom."

"No need," Sheng Mingzhu rejected his proposal with a rather indifferent attitude, "I don't have the habit of drinking with people I don't know well."

Like a needle, that unfamiliar person deeply hurt He Jingchuan's heart.

He pursed his lips and smiled sarcastically, shook his head and shook the red wine in his hand and asked, "An unfamiliar person?"

"Mingzhu, you were only five years old when we met. We are true childhood sweethearts. No one understands you better than me, and no one can replace my lieutenant general on the battlefield."

The more He Jingchuan talked, the more he felt a little sad. He obviously had the ability to be a general, but he was willing to stay by Sheng Mingzhu's side and become her right-hand man.

He understood Sheng Mingzhu's combat habits, and no one could understand the opponent's instructions better than him.

He originally thought that this kind of time would go on forever, but he didn't expect that an unexpected black hole crossing would completely shatter his beautiful dream.

Sheng Mingzhu fell in love with another man, and even gave birth to a baby with that man who was not as good as her.

No matter what, He Jingchuan couldn't accept that the other party abandoned him without hesitation, and chose Bao Sicheng's matter instead.

It was like a loud slap in the face, slapping him hard on the face, telling him that the generals of the prosperous empire were no match for such ordinary people on earth.

He Jingchuan has his own dignity and pursuit. Even if he doesn't win Sheng Mingzhu's heart, he won't admit that he is the defeated under Bo Sicheng.

"He Jingchuan, you're just too conceited. You don't want to believe that there is someone better than you in this world, and you don't want to admit that Si Cheng is better than you. It's because of your conceit that all this happened now. It will make our relationship more and more distant."

Hearing Sheng Mingzhu's blunt words, he felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, but for some reason, his body became agitated inexplicably, as if he was out of control.

He pulled his slightly tight collar a little uncomfortably, and felt his body temperature rise a lot, as if he was sitting in a sauna, with sweat oozing from his forehead.

"He Jingchuan, what's wrong with you?"