Addicted to pretending to be good, paranoid Mr. Bo can't stop

Jiang Yuan's expression was somewhat resisted, but her palm tightly clenched his waist, "Stop joking with me."

"I'm going back home tomorrow."

Her voice trembled a little, she was indeed afraid.

Bo Chenchuan continued: "When I go back, the wedding will be held."

"Don't..." Jiang Yuan was terrified.

Bo Chenchuan narrowed his eyes, "Then you think clearly."

He turned over and lay down beside him, with his back to Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan stared at his broad and strong back, her eyes were red, her hands were tightly clenched into fists, "Bo Chenchuan..."

He ignored her.

She called again tentatively: "My husband..."

The man's breathing became rapid and heavy, and his body was stiff without any response.

Jiang Yuan sighed, "You are so naive."

Although she hated Bo Chenchuan very much, he was her husband after all.

How could she bear to hurt him.

Jiang Yuan moved towards him slowly, and she got into his arms, wrapping around his narrow waist.

Bo Chenchuan's body froze suddenly.

Her soft little hands caressed his chest, and her voice was soft and sweet: "Hubby, don't be angry..."

Her fingers ran through his hair, her voice brushed against his heart like a feather, and a numb feeling spread.

Bo Chenchuan stretched his body, pulled her away, and threw her out of the bed, "Get lost!"

He roared angrily, his handsome face was ferocious and terrifying.

Jiang Yuan curled up in fright and kept crying.

Bo Chenchuan closed his eyes, rubbed his temples irritably, then lifted the quilt and stood up, striding towards the bathroom.

Jiang Yuan sat on the bed blankly, her tears rippling, full of grievances.

She didn't understand, what kind of temper was this man having?

Obviously some time ago, he was obedient and doting to her, but these days, his attitude has become inexplicable.

Did he just want to humiliate her?

Just as Jiang Yuan was about to get up, the phone in her hand caught the attention of two people, "You haven't explained our relationship to Gu Minzhou yet?"

His voice was like a fountain of ice, as if he would swallow her up in the next second.

Jiang Yuan's body flinched, she shook her head.

"You want me to help you hide it?!"

Jiang Yuan was trembling all over, she said tremblingly: "You have to give me some time, at least I haven't figured out how to talk to the child yet."

"Really?" He curled his lips mockingly, "Tell me, do you take our relationship seriously?"

Jiang Yuan choked, speechless.

There was an eerie silence on the other end of the phone.

Jiang Yuan pursed her lips, and finally mustered up the courage to say, "Gu Minzhou."

"I will go back and pack my luggage when I return home."

"Let's get a divorce right away."

"pat-"

The phone is hung up.

The room was so quiet that the chirping of birds could be heard outside the window.

The night wind blew into the house through the window and rolled up the bedding.

Wrapped in a quilt, Jiang Yuan looked towards the window sill, where there was a pot of bluegrass, the green leaves looked vibrant.

But in Jiang Yuan's mind, the phone call just now, and Bo Chenchuan's tone was very angry and cold.

"I will divorce you when I return to China."

He said, "Go to bed first, I'll take a shower."

……

the next morning.

Jiang Yuan opened her eyes, and the seat beside her was empty.

She sat up and found that she was wearing Bo Chenchuan's shirt. She fumbled to pick up the clothes and put them on indiscriminately.

As soon as he walked out of the bedroom, he saw the butler standing in the living room, seeming to be cleaning.

Seeing her, the housekeeper respectfully said, "Grandmother came to see you today, she is in the yard."

Jiang Yuan was slightly taken aback, "What about Bo Chenchuan?"

The butler replied: "Second Young Master didn't come back last night, and I don't know where he went."

Jiang Yuan frowned, she turned and walked towards the courtyard.

Mrs. Jiang was sitting on a rattan chair drinking tea, and beside her lap was a golden Persian cat, which was lazily basking in the sun, looking very comfortable.

Next to Mrs. Jiang stood a maid who was about sixty years old.

Seeing her, the maid greeted her with a smile, "Good morning, Miss Jiang."

Jiang Yuan nodded.

Mrs. Jiang raised her eyes and glanced at her, then said indifferently, "It's quite early."

Jiang Yuan lowered her eyes and said lightly, "Don't dare to be late."

Mrs. Jiang snorted, "Pretending to be."

Jiang Yuan lowered her head and said nothing.

At this time, the butler hurried over, "Madam, you came just in time, please persuade the second young master, he stayed in the hotel all night last night and didn't come back."

Jiang Yuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyelids drooped, covering the complex emotions in her eyes.

Mrs. Jiang frowned, obviously not believing, "Didn't he live with you last night?"

The housekeeper explained: "Madam, it's like this. Didn't you tell him that the second young master's marriage is up to him to decide, so we all respect him. He stayed in the hotel last night and did not return home."

Mrs. Jiang was even more displeased when she heard this, "Are you just pampering him like this?"

Jiang Yuan gritted her teeth.

The housekeeper said: "Madam, I believe that the second young master will not act recklessly. He must have his own reasons."

Jiang Yuan suddenly sneered, "Uncle Steward, you don't have to defend him anymore, do you think I won't be able to find him if he doesn't return home? Heh! If he doesn't come back, it's exactly what I want!"

After saying this, she went straight to the door.

The housekeeper was anxious, "Miss Jiang, where are you going?"

Jiang Yuan paused, turned to look at him, "I'll go find him."

The butler said worriedly: "The second young master drank too much yesterday, and he is still drunk. Miss Jiang, you must not annoy him."

"That also depends on whether he is willing to see me." Jiang Yuan snorted coldly, "Uncle Housekeeper, you can stay here with the old lady well."

After speaking, she pushed open the door and strode out.

As soon as she walked out of the courtyard gate, a black car came oncoming.

The car stopped firmly.

The driver jumped out of the driver's seat and opened the rear door.

"Third Young Master."

Jiang Yuan was stunned, her eyes slowly moved up, and finally locked on the handsome and handsome profile of the man.

The man held the cigarette between his slender fingers, exhaled a smoke ring, and stared at Jiang Yuan gloomyly.

Jiang Yuan's heart was beating wildly.

This familiar and strange feeling poured into her nasal cavity, making her throat choke, and even her voice became slightly hoarse, "Ah, Achuan?"

Bo Chenchuan stubbed out the cigarette, exhaled coldly, pushed open the car door, stepped out of the car with his legs, looked down at Jiang Yuan condescendingly, "Come with me."

His words were simple and neat, and after he finished speaking, he walked forward with long legs.

Jiang Yuan was stunned for a while, and after realizing it, she hurriedly chased after her.

He is tall, Jiang Yuan only reaches his shoulders, every time he has to look up to see his face.

Her heart was beating wildly, and she grabbed the man's arm, "A Chuan, I..."