Mrs. Bo always runs away with her son

Tang Zi approached Bao Siheng step by step with a smile on his face, while observing the surrounding situation from the corner of his eyes.

Several photographers had already found the camera position calmly, and then she saw a familiar figure slowly moving behind Bao Siheng, and the smile on Tang Zi's face became even more serene.

Wu Xiyue greeted the people around with a wine glass, but intentionally or unintentionally looked at the back of the man with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and finally waited until the conversation between him and several dignitaries was over, Wu Xiyue smiled and held the wine glass Pretending to be casual, he stepped forward.

But just as she took two steps forward, she suddenly saw Tang Zi coming from the other side, overtaking her, and heading towards Bao Siheng.

Wu Xiyue's complexion suddenly changed, she twisted her strength, and angrily poured the wine in the glass onto Tang Zi's back.

"what!"

Tang Zi, who was stimulated, let out an exclamation, and fell forward in an instant. At the same time, Bao Siheng, who heard the movement, turned around, subconsciously stepped forward and stretched out his arms to try to catch her.

When Bao Siheng received Tang Zi, he saw her terrified face magnified in vain in his sight, and before he had time to avoid it, he felt a strange touch on his cheek.

Almost at the same time, Bao Siheng heard the sound of shutters flickering all around.

"Crack-knock-"

Frowning instantly, Bao Siheng pushed Tang Zi away and looked sideways. Several reporters wearing peaked caps had already run away with their cameras in their hands. Unable to stand still, she fell into his arms again with an ouch. Bo Siheng had no choice but to support her and watched the reporters hide in the crowd.

"President Bo, I'm sorry..."

Tang Zi's face was pale with guilt.

Bao Siheng raised his head and glanced at Wu Xiyue, who was already dumbfounded, "It's not your fault."

"She did it on purpose!"

Wu Xiyue realized that she had been used as a gun by Tang Zi, she was so angry that she took two steps forward, pointed at Tang Zi and yelled, "You bitch!"

Seeing Tang Zi curled up, with low eyebrows and no intention to refute, Bao Siheng couldn't bear it, raised his eyes and looked at Wu Xiyue coldly: "Miss Wu, please respect yourself!"

"Bo Siheng, can't you see it? She...she did it on purpose!" Wu Xiyue's face twisted, pointing at Tang Zi and yelling loudly.

Bao Siheng frowned impatiently, and said in a deep voice, "I don't know if she did it on purpose, but I can see clearly that you did it on purpose by throwing wine at her."

Seeing that Tang Zi's back was soaked, and the underwear under the dress was faintly visible, Bao Siheng quickly took off his coat and put it on her.

"Bo Siheng, you..." Where did Miss Qianjin ever experience such shame and humiliation?His face turned red and white, staring at Bao Siheng speechless.

"Excuse me, Miss Wu."

Throwing down these words coldly, Bao Siheng helped the embarrassed Tang Zi to leave.

Relying on her status as the mayor's only daughter, this woman has pestered him all these years. If it wasn't for her father's face, Bao Siheng would have cleared her out of his sight.

"Mr. Bo, I'm sorry, I messed up this banquet..."

At the entrance of the hall, Tang Zi snuggled up next to Bao Siheng with a sad expression on his face.

Bao Siheng waved to the servant boy, signaling him to bring the car over, and replied flatly: "It's not an important occasion, it doesn't matter."

"But... those reporters... seem to have captured it..."

Bao Siheng's hand paused again, and then he frowned.

This is indeed a troublesome matter, he quickly took out his mobile phone and called Jiang Cong.

"Tonight, some reporters took pictures of things that shouldn't be taken. You should deal with them quickly."

As soon as the meal was ready, Fang Jianning took out her phone, but seeing that there was still no movement, her heart sank to the bottom, she opened the push news casually, a large video section appeared in her sight, she gasped, suddenly felt Cold hands and feet.

That turned out to be...

A video of Bao Siheng and Tang Zi kissing together?

No, no, no!
While comforting himself in his heart, Fang Jianning tried to click on the video, but because he was too excited, his fingers kept shaking, and he clicked and clicked several times before he finally clicked on it.

The video is short, only 3 seconds.

Handsome men and beautiful women embraced each other quickly, and then kissed together.

It was shot from the side, so she couldn't see Bao Siheng's expression, but she could see that Bao Siheng took a step forward on his own initiative, and his initiative was even bigger.

Sure enough, she was so naive, she really thought she was just going to participate in an event!

Fang Jianning leaned against the wall, tilted her head slightly, her lips were trembling, and it took her a long time to hold back the tears in her eyes, but she couldn't hold back the anger in her heart.

This feeling was something she had never experienced before. Recalling the events during this period, Fang Jianning suddenly realized that she was out of control.

Theoretically speaking, she has nothing to do with Bo Siheng, even if she occupied the original owner's body, they are divorced, even if they are in a relationship, they should be free to each other, Bo Siheng has a choice whether to remain loyal to her right.But in fact, when she found other women around him, she would still feel strong anger and frustration, which was out of her control.

This feeling made Fang Jianning strange and scared!
No, you can't do this, you must not be a slave to your emotions!

The experience and lessons from childhood made Fang Jianing realize that he cannot be controlled by such emotions, so the only way is to reduce his concern for that person.

"Ma'am, the locks in your house are of good quality and not broken. Are you sure you want to change them?"

"Sure!"

"That's all right..." The lock changer waved the tools in his hand regretfully, and started to move his hands.

Three little heads stick out from around the corner, whispering.

"Brother, you said yes, why did Mommy change Fang Jianning's lock?" Siyao looked up at Si Rui.

"Maybe...the key is lost?" Si Rui turned to look at Bo Yan.

"I don't know." Bo Yan shook his head.

"How about..." Siyao looked up at Si Rui again: "Let's ask?"

"Don't!" Si Rui held her back, "Didn't you see, Mommy's face is so ugly now, maybe she's angry, let's not hit the muzzle of the gun!"

"Well," Bo Yan nodded in agreement, and whispered, "Wait and see."

The three reached an agreement, and the three little heads disappeared around the corner without making a sound.

Bao Siheng frowned and looked out the window, his mind was in a mess. Tang Zi sat beside him quietly, with his eyebrows downcast, but from the corner of his eyes, he was secretly watching the facial expressions of the people next to him through the rearview mirror. A strange smile came from Yang.

When the phone rang, Bao Siheng was startled for a moment, and immediately connected.

"It's not good, Mr. Bo, it's too late..."

"What's too late?"

"Those photos and videos... have been circulated..."

Bao Siheng's heart skipped a beat, then his face became even more ugly, and his voice couldn't help but raise his voice: "Didn't you tell you to hurry up? How could it be like this?"