Mrs. Bo always runs away with her son

"I'm not good enough for you, why lie to me, why..."

A suppressed and painful voice came out of An Ting's mouth, and his hand slowly moved from Jian Ning's chin to her neck.

An Ting stared at the woman in front of him, heartbroken. The most precious artwork had cracks, which made it hard for him to accept.

His fingers became tighter and tighter, sensing danger, Jian Ning subconsciously tried to break An Ting's hand, but the strength of their hands was very different, and she couldn't shake him at all.

"Sir! Sir!"

Lisa's exclamation suddenly came from next to his ear, An Ting came back to his senses, looked down and saw Jian Ning was staring at him in pain, his little face was flushed red, he was startled, and hastily let go of his hand.

"Ahem...cough cough..." Jian Ning got a chance to breathe, and took a big gulp of air while coughing.

"Miss!" Lisa also hurried over to support her, patted her on the back gently, looked up at An Ting with a distorted face, and hurriedly buried her head lower.

"Jian Ning..." An Ting stretched out his hand to help her, but Jian Ning flinched subconsciously, avoiding his hand.

Seeing Jian Ning's reaction, An Ting's hand stopped in mid-air in embarrassment. After pondering for a while, he said dryly, "Are you okay?"

Although he didn't apologize, his tone was enough to explain his guilt. Jian Ning nodded sensiblely and responded to him in a low voice.

"I'm fine..."

The air suddenly became quiet, so quiet that one could hear each other's breathing, Jian Ning lowered her head slightly, trying to suppress her breathing rate, not daring to break the silence.

After a while, the toes of the leather shoes in sight turned around, and then Jian Ning heard the sound of footsteps, she squeezed her fingers tightly, followed by the sound of closing the door.

"Miss, sir is gone..." Lisa reminded in a low voice.

Only then did Jian Ning dare to raise his head, and silently breathed a sigh of relief facing the empty room, then grievance and fear welled up in his heart at the same time, Jian Ning hugged Lisa, buried his head in her arms, and burst into tears.

"Miss..." Lisa looked at her sympathetically, and asked in a low voice, "What happened between you and Mr.? Why did he suddenly treat you like this?"

"I... I don't know..." Jian Ning only felt that she was extremely wronged, and said with a sob: "He said, he said that I lied to him, but...but I didn't at all..."

Looking at Jian Ning who was crying sadly, knowing that there was nothing she could do to help her, Lisa could only hug her tighter.

In the early morning of the next day, Jian Ning walked out of the room and saw that An Ting was already sitting on the dining table reading the newspaper as if nothing had happened. She was stunned for a moment, wondering if she should go downstairs.

"What are you dawdling in, come over to eat!"

An Ting actually spoke first, his tone was as relaxed as usual, as if nothing happened yesterday.

Jian Ning hesitated for a moment, but in the end she obediently walked to the dining table.

An Ting put down the newspaper, filled a bowl of porridge and handed it to her.

Jian Ning stirred the porridge spoon, watched An Ting's reaction carefully, seeing that he really looked like a normal person, Jian Ning was relieved.

It seems that he should have figured it out by himself, he obviously didn't lie!

I heard that quarreling between husband and wife is normal, but don't they say that husband and wife don't have overnight feuds.

Thinking of this, Jian Ning's mood also improved, and she lowered her head and began to eat.

"I'm going out, you stay at home with Lisa obediently and wait for me to come back today!"

Before going out, An Ting possessed her body and pressed a kiss on Jian Ning's forehead as usual.

"Ting!"

Before he went out, Jian Ning couldn't help calling him back.

An Ting was startled for a moment, then a gentle smile appeared on his indifferent face, he turned to look at her: "What?"

Seeing the smile on his face, Jian Ning also smiled in catering, then closed her lips, hesitated for a while before asking tentatively: "What happened yesterday... was just a misunderstanding, is it over?"

An Ting's expression paused for a moment, but Jian Ning didn't notice anything because he concealed it too quickly.

What a "just a misunderstanding"!
An Ting stared at Jian Ning quietly, and didn't answer for a long time, which made Jian Ning feel relieved, the smile on her face became stiff, and her breathing became tense.

"Ah."

After a long time, she finally heard the other party's response.

"It's all over." An Ting repeated her words, then turned and went out the door.

Although An Ting's expression was a little weird, but fortunately, hearing him say that sentence, Jian Ning secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the hotel, Jiang Cong, who had changed into a neat suit again, came out of the bedroom.

"Boss, is that gay guy useless anymore?"

"Yes."

After getting an affirmative answer, Jiang Cong was overjoyed, and threw the pile of clothes in his hand into the trash can, very relieved.

"Finally, I don't have to wear this girly clothes every day anymore!"

Bo Siheng looked sideways at him with a coffee cup in his hand, and suddenly said, "Actually, you look pretty good in those!"

The corner of Jiang Cong's mouth twitched, and he turned his neck to look at Bao Siheng in an exaggerated and stiff posture like a puppet: "Boss, are you serious?"

Immediately understanding the metaphor in Jiang Cong's words, Bao Siheng's face changed suddenly, and he gave him a hard look like a cat with fried hair, then got up and moved to a place farther away from him.

"My orientation is pretty normal."

It was a rare opportunity to make a joke, and when Jiang Cong rolled his eyes, he suddenly thought of playing a prank. He suddenly clamped his legs, raised his orchid fingers, and walked up to Bao Siheng in small steps with his buttocks up.

"Boss..."

He squeezed his throat and called out the two-word address in seven or eight turns.

Bao Siheng, who had just left the mouth of the cup, looked at him sideways with his coffee in his mouth, his eyes were sharp, and his expression looked more like eating a fly.

"Ouch...boss!" Jiang Cong yelled with a trembling voice on purpose, while biting his lips and winking at Bao Siheng, and finally raised his hand to pat his pouted back.

This action undoubtedly gave Bao Siheng a fatal blow. A mouthful of coffee was sprayed out, and Bao Siheng's face turned black into ashes.

"Jiang Cong, are you. He. Mom looking for death?"

"Hey hey!" Jiang Cong twisted his butt on purpose, and continued to say with a playful smile, "No, it's just been out for so long, why don't you report back your learning results to the boss!"

As he said that, Jiang Cong put on a few more enchanting poses he learned in nightclubs, and winked at Bao Siheng secretly, "How about it, Boss, is it interesting?"

Just as Jiang Cong finished speaking, a big hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder and started pulling him. By the time he realized it, he had already been thrown out the door.

"Oh, boss! Boss!"

"Wait until that coquettish smell on your body disappears before you are allowed to come in!"

The roar resounded in the corridor of the hotel, and then there was a "bang", and the door was slammed shut.

Jiang Cong, who realized that he had played off, immediately returned to his original state, rushed up and knocked on the door to beg for mercy: "Boss, I was wrong, I was wrong, Boss! Boss, I'm joking, let me in..."

No matter how loud he shouted, there was still no response inside.

"Should!"

Jiang Cong slapped himself angrily, and muttered in a low voice: "Whoever told you to joke is not up to the mark, are you kidding now?"