Mrs. Bo always runs away with her son

"Jane Ning!"

Fang Jianning's steps froze just as he stepped out, and when he turned his head slowly, he saw a tall figure.

Bo Siheng?
The expression on her face turned cold, she turned her head and glanced into the cafe, then quickly turned her head, looked around, and ran in another direction.

"Jane Ning!"

Bao Siheng hurriedly chased after him, but when he came to the corner, his vision was so vast, where was Fang Jianning's half shadow?

Let her run away again!
Bao Siheng slammed his fist on the wall, blood oozed from his joints but he didn't care, he only hated himself for being so excited and showing up too early!

"Boss?"

A questioning voice came from behind, Bao Siheng's expression turned cold instantly, and he turned around.

Xu Shaohan frowned and looked at him. "Are you following me?"

Not in the mood to argue with him, Bao Siheng bypassed him and was about to leave, but the other party grabbed his arm.

"Bo Siheng, why did you do such a thing?"

Bao Siheng looked sideways, without any sign of shame, and stared at him coldly, "I don't do such things, how would I know that you were going to meet her in private? How could I meet her?"

Xu Shaohan was startled, and turned his head to look at Si Rui in disbelief: "Si Rui, you..."

"I'm sorry, Uncle Xu..." Si Rui wiped away tears, blaming himself but also helpless: "I think Mommy can be with Daddy, not only me, but also brothers and sisters think so..."

Xu Shaohan frowned, but he had nothing to say.

He can understand the children's thoughts, but they are only children after all, and they don't think about many things comprehensively. Fang Jianning is a person who doesn't like to be forced. No one can force her to do things she doesn't want to do.

"Oh..." Xu Shaohan let go of his hand and sighed: "If you do this, it will only make her more disgusted, and I'm afraid I won't be able to ask her out in the future!"

"Then you don't need to worry about Dr. Xu!"

Bao Siheng bent down and picked up Sirui, and disappeared into the night.

Xu Shaohan walked in the direction where Fang Jianning was running away, with a worried expression on his face.

"She showed up!"

In Yunyue Villa, a black figure stood quietly beside the chair in the front hall.

"very good!"

The man sitting on the chair picked up his teacup and sipped lightly: "Sure enough, following Bao Siheng to find her will get twice the result with half the effort."

"Then shall we..."

The man waved his hand: "Don't worry, follow her closely first, she is a bird in the forest, she likes freedom, then give it to her, as long as you act before that person!"

"what!"

With an exclamation, Fang Jianning sat up suddenly, only then realized that it was just a nightmare, looked around carefully, and there was no sound, and then she panted heavily.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but she always feels that there are a pair of eyes staring at her recently, but nothing happened. This feeling makes her very tormented, and when she lays down again, she can't fall asleep no matter what.

At dawn, the first thing Fang Jianning did was to change homes and jobs.

She's never the type to sit still!
The noisy bar was buzzing with people, and the woman with heavy make-up moved nimbly through the crowd, delivering drinks to each booth.

Her make-up technique seems to be lacking in skill, and her face is always in a mess.

The makeup is heavy, but her face is always expressionless.

"Hey Xiao Ning, come here!"

Hearing the leader's call, the woman put the drink on the table and walked over quickly!
"Come!"

Just as the foreman was about to pull the woman's hand, the woman took a quick step back and looked at him warily. The foreman came to his senses, put away his hand helplessly, and said loudly to her, "Come with me!"

Taking the woman to a quieter place, the foreman looked at her face and shook his head again and again: "Xiao Ning, look at you, your face is horrible, how many times have I told you to go back after get off work and study hard?" Makeup skills, how come you still look like this?"

The woman just looked at him fixedly and didn't speak.

After getting no response for a long time, the foreman was a little discouraged: "Forget it, I forgot that you can't speak! Come on, go to work quickly and work hard!"

The woman turned around, a trace of disdain flashed in her cold eyes.

Of course she knows how to make up, but the more unrecognizable she is now, the better!

Seeing the back of the woman leaving, the leader shook his head and muttered: "Obviously my background is not bad, but I have to make myself look like that, alas, what a pity!"

The foreman just turned his head and bumped into a wall head-on. Before he had time to be surprised, a hand stretched out from behind him and directly covered his mouth.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already tied to the chair by the five flowers.

The narrowness made the foreman a little breathless. He only remembered that his mouth was covered by the hand behind him. As for what happened behind him, how he passed out, and how he was brought here, he had no memory at all. !

Could it be that he was kidnapped?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. The foreman wanted to yell loudly, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his mouth was stuck with tape, and he couldn't make a sound at all. With all his strength, he could only utter the simple syllable "wuwu".

Where is this place?Shouldn't it be seeking revenge?After various speculations, the foreman was already in tears with fright, until there was a loud noise, the door opened, and a burly black figure appeared in sight.

I have never seen such a handsome person before. Looking at the person, the foreman was a little dazed, and forgot to cry.

The man who looked like a god mansion slowly took a step forward, looking down at him, the invisible chill emanating from his body almost made him freeze to ice.

Who is he?What is he going to do?
The foreman was trembling all over, not daring to vent his breath.

"Rippi. Tricky."

The man looked at him, and spoke lightly, his deep voice was not an interrogative sentence, but a declarative sentence, with an undeniable sense of oppression.

The foreman wanted to deny it, but he just nodded.

Indeed, he was the foreman of the bar on the surface, but in fact he was doing pimping. He made a lot of black-hearted money from the customers who came in and out of the bar or the girls who sold wine.

The man waved his hand behind him, and a man in black stepped forward and neatly tore off the tape on the foreman's mouth.

"What did you mean by telling the wine lady to put on makeup?"

There was a strong sense of oppression in the man's voice, which made the foreman dare not lie.

"I... I just think she has a good background. If she can do a business, she can make a lot of money... ah!"

Before he finished speaking, he was punched firmly on the mouth, and his lips immediately swelled up. The foreman stared at the man who beat him. It was the one who tore off the tape for him. Yes, he looked at the man again, with fear in his grievance: "I'm telling the truth, why did you hit me?"