After her identity was exposed, the CEO’s ex-wife asked for reconciliation

The two bodyguards stood in the direction of the door, looking at Rong Jingui who was turning over and over on the bed like maggots...like silkworm babies, with a look on their faces that they couldn't bear to look at.

"Okay, why are you acting here, pretending I can't see it?"

Ma Bozhuo also saw the helplessness of the two bodyguards. He slapped Rong Jingui angrily and lifted him up.

Forced to do so, Rong Jingui followed Ma Bozhuo's strength and stood up, staggering straight towards Ma Bozhuo's direction.

"Brother, I will leave these more than 100 kilograms to you!"

Rong Jingui's face was filled with sincerity, which almost blinded Ma Bozhuo.

"More than 100 catties?"

Although Uncle Zhang's voice shouldn't have appeared at this moment, he couldn't hold it back in the end and asked a question while suppressing a smile.

Just such a simple sentence immediately made Rong Jingui's face sink.

"Two hundred pounds! What's wrong? You didn't cook it for me!"

Rong Jingui looked at Uncle Zhang dissatisfied, his whole body was about to explode if he asked another question.

"Have you just forgotten about the Rong Group's affairs?!"

Ma Bozhuo stared at Rong Jingui, as if if this fat little white guy didn't say what he wanted to hear later, the next meal in the Ma family's old house would be human meat dumplings with barbecued pork.

Feeling murderous intent, Rong Jingui's instinct like a small animal started to run again.

When he looked at the scattered people in the room, he saw Ma Bozhuo, who had already started to get lucky, and his heart skipped a beat.

Rong Jingui couldn't be more flattering than him. The way his little fat face was wrinkled together made Ma Bozhuo's goosebumps appear and his hairs stood on end.

"That's not possible. I can't help with a matter like this. Of course, Master Ma can handle it however he wants."

"Hey, you don't care about face so much now. You can even say such things. It's really..."

Ma Bozhuo didn't even know what to say. He thought that Rong Jingui was a young man in the second grade of middle school who had a great reputation at the time. How could he evolve into this after not seeing him for a while.

Seeing that it was almost time to eat, in order to perform well in front of his future senior brother, Ma Bozhuo did not keep Rong Jingui to eat with him.

Anyway, until the shitty things in the Rong Group are over, Rong Jingui will have to live with him in Ma's old house. By then, he won't even bother to have dinner together whenever he wants.

In comparison, Ma Bozhuo had the opportunity to please his future senior brother, but that became less and less as time went by.

"Okay, let's go. I knew that without the old man, I would be just a poor little grandma who doesn't care about me and my uncle doesn't love me. I didn't expect that even my good brothers started to dislike me. Hey..."

Ma Bozhuo almost felt sick and stressed with a plaintive sigh.

"In order to avoid being kicked out by me, I suggest you get out as soon as possible."

Ma Bozhuo looked at Rong Jingui with a dead smile. His white teeth seemed to be flashing coldly under the reflection of the sun. Rong Jingui was so frightened that he quickly took Uncle Zhang and fled, fearing that others would be killed if he slowed down a little. Gone.

When the two returned to the room, where only Rong Jingui and Uncle Zhang were, the fat little white man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let me just say that Ma Bozhuo is not such a fickle person. Uncle Zhang, you lost this time."

Rong Jingui looked at Uncle Zhang proudly. If the sweat from the intense exercise hadn't still remained on his face, he might have been able to bluff people who didn't know him well.

However, this fat little white guy has to act mean in front of people who know him well, and Uncle Zhang will expose him mercilessly.

"Ma Bozhuo does not fully control the power of the Ma family. The Rong Group is of great importance. If other people in the Ma family want to cause trouble, what will you do?"

Uncle Zhang could always call for a basin of cold water just when Rong Jingui was about to raise his tail.