Mrs. Bo always runs away with her son

"Fang Jianning!"

When the other party turned around, the expression on Bao Siheng's face froze for an instant, and subconsciously let go of the hand holding the other party's shoulder.

It was a face that had nothing to do with Fang Jianning.

"What are you doing?"

The woman froze for a moment, then glared at him impatiently, and the man beside her who was holding hands also turned around and stared at Bao Siheng warily, "Who are you?"

The woman hastily forced a smile on the man: "Mr. He, I don't know him!"

"I don't know someone pulling you?"

The man was still about to have a seizure, but Bao Siheng said, "Sorry, I got the wrong person!"

"Look, he said he admitted the wrong person, Mr. He, don't be angry!"

"You must be sick, hum!"

The man put his arms around the woman's waist and walked away cursing, while Bao Siheng stood there with a dejected expression.

In the distance, Fang Jianning hid behind a pillar with lingering fears in his heart.

Fortunately, it was discovered in time, otherwise it would be troublesome if he saw it!

"Miss Avery, are you really not going out with me?"

The drunk man held the taxi door with one hand, turned his bulky body and stared back at her, the desire in his eyes was obvious.

"No." Fang Jianning firmly rejected him.

"I know you need money, I can give you a lot of money!" The man still didn't give up, and was about to come over to grab Fang Jianning's waist, but she kicked him into the car.

"Master, please send him to He's mansion!"

After sending Mr. He away, Fang Jianning immediately shrank back to hide behind the pillar, poked her head out secretly, and was relieved to see that Bao Siheng in the corridor had turned and walked back.

Suddenly, Fang Jianning stopped stroking his chest again.

Strange, how do I care what he thinks?Isn't it just drinking with you in a bar, performing arts without selling yourself, it's just a job, who is more noble than whom?

Thinking of this, Fang Jianning walked out from behind the capital injection, and walked back to the private room with his head held high.

However, when she returned, she deliberately walked through another more concealed passage.

Sometimes things are so nonsense, the more you don't want to meet someone, God will let you meet someone.

When Fang Jianning was stroking the second drunk customer and going downstairs to take a taxi, he bumped into Jiang Cong, who was stroking the drunk Bao Siheng, head on.

Looking at each other, both of them froze in place.

The moment Fang Jianning raised his eyes, Fang Jianning's stunned face was so clear, thinking it was another hallucination, Bao Siheng suddenly smiled, he took the initiative to pull Jiang Cong back to the side, and murmured: "It's another hallucination..."

Jiang Cong's face turned dark when he saw Fang Jianing, who was dressed up and supporting the drunk man, but he also knew the rules and kept silent. Instead, he took a deep look at Fang Jianing and helped Bao Siheng back to the door. Aside, out of the way.

The man beside him cast a probing look at Fang Jianning, Fang Jianning still had a dull expression on his face, and helped him go out without looking sideways.

"Miss Avery!"

Just as he helped the man into the car, the man suddenly grabbed Fang Jianning's hand: "You are a very special woman, I like you very much, come with me, I will take responsibility for you!"

"Mr. Liu, you drank too much." Fang Jianning tried his best to maintain a calm face, pulled the opponent's hand off his wrist, quickly closed the car door, turned and walked back.

Bo Siheng's sudden appearance made her not even in the mood to deal with these men, she just wanted to quickly say that Bao Siheng was still awake, get rid of the men and leave.

But Fang Jianning, who turned around, didn't notice that the drunken man's face was instantly covered with hostility. He suddenly opened the door and got out of the car, and quickly caught up with him, grabbing Fang Jianing's hair.

"Stinky bitch, did you give me face? How dare you refuse me? Don't even ask, open your dog eyes and see clearly, who am I?"
Fang Jianning was just about to fight back, when suddenly a person rushed over from the side, punched the man and punched him.

It turned out to be Bo Siheng?

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin would come out halfway, and the unsuspecting man was forced back several steps by this punch, but Bao Siheng did not intend to let him go, although drunkenness did affect the speed of punching, but With enough flexibility, he stepped forward and kicked the man to the ground, still not relieved, rode up towards his face, and slapped him several times.

Panting heavily, he roared, "Open your dog eyes and see clearly, who am I?"

The drunk Bao Siheng suddenly heard the man's roar. Although Jiang Cong tried his best to block him and tried to pull him into the car, he still saw Fang Jianning's face. After squinting his eyes to confirm that this time it was not a hallucination, he directly rushed over.

Unexpectedly, Bao Siheng would jump out suddenly. Fang Jianning was taken aback for a moment, but she also knew very well that if something happened to this Mr. Liu, her job would be ruined, so she hurriedly stretched out her hand to pull Bao Siheng.

"Bo Siheng, stop making trouble, get up!"

"Bo Siheng?"

Hearing these three words, Mr. Liu's face on the ground obviously changed. He looked at Bao Siheng with some fear, and his counterattack became defensive.

Jiang Cong, who followed him, hurriedly helped Bao Siheng up, looked at him who was still not sober with a worried face, "Mr. Bo, are you alright?"

With Fang Jianning's support, Mr. Liu also stood up. He first shook off Fang Jianning's hand, then looked up and down Bo Siheng who was in Jiang Cong's arms, pointed at him with some uncertainty, and asked, "Is he...Bo Siheng?" Bo Siheng, president of the Group?"

"Correct!"

Jiang Cong protected Bao Siheng with one hand, stood in front of him, and showed displeasure at the man in front of him: "That's right, if it's fake, do you have anything else to do?"

Seeing that Jiang Cong didn't look like he was lying, Mr. Liu put down his hands resentfully, then gave Fang Jianning an unwilling look, snorted coldly, and returned to his car.

Bo Siheng, the president of the Bo Group, is not something ordinary people dare to offend easily.

"Mr. Liu, go slowly."

Greeting the man politely, Fang Jianning closed the car door for him and turned around.

But at this moment, her shoulders were suddenly grabbed.

Bao Siheng just stood in front of her in a daze, with one hand drooping by his side, the other outstretched arm grabbing her shoulder, his head hanging down, and his eyes rolling to look at her, because he was drunk, His neck seemed to be unable to hang his head, which was a bit weird.

"Fang Jianning, what are you doing?"

The deep voice hit Fang Jianning's ear, and the man's face was flushed. I don't know if it was because he was drunk or because he was too angry.

After all the tossing just now, Bo Siheng's mind was almost completely awake.

Fang Jian quietly looked up at him, and replied, "I'm working."

"Ah!"

Bao Siheng sneered: "This is your job? Fang Jianning, leave Bo's, leave me, and you're going to be like this? In this kind of place... to accompany wine?"

"Yes."

Fang Jianning's expression remained calm.

Jiang Cong couldn't stand it any longer. He habitually raised his hand and squeezed his face with his thumb and middle finger, then turned around deliberately and didn't speak.

"Fang Jianning!"

With a roar, Bao Siheng endured the uproar in his stomach, gasped heavily, shook Fang Jianning's shoulders, and roared unwillingly: "Do you know what you're talking about? Do you know what you're doing?"