The reborn wife is so good at flirting, Mr. Bo spoils her at his own risk

Jingran was so angry that she almost spat out a mouthful of blood because of Bo Zhanchen's words.

She gripped the towel tightly, twitching the corners of her mouth with a smile on her face, and met the man's provocative eyes.

"My advice to you is, stay single and don't harm other people's good girls. It's best for people like you to die alone."

This bastard man really knows how to anger her, so we can't expect him to say anything nice!

Jingran was so angry that her chest hurt, so she decided to go crazy and threw the towel in her hand on the man.

"I'm going to rest now, Mr. Bo, why don't you go out?"

Bo Zhanchen caught the towel with one hand, but had no intention of leaving.

Jingran stared at him with a cold face, "You don't want me to complain to the old man at this time, do you?"

Bo Zhanchen curled his lips and said, "It's not impossible. Before I came here just now, the old man gave me a suggestion. After I completed the project in hand as soon as possible, I should stop interfering in the management of the company."

Jingran was not surprised by Bo Zhanchen's words.

Given Mr. Bo's character, it would have been an act of kindness to announce the revocation of Bo Zhanchen's position as soon as he was invited for verification.

Although he has two grandchildren, and he often talks about how his children and grandchildren will be blessed by themselves, if his children and grandchildren really touch the interests of the Bo Group, he doesn't mind being a loner.

Mr. Bo's reputation back then was not inferior to that of Bo Zhanchen.

"Is this normal? So, are you planning to choose a marriage partner to consolidate your current status? It's a pity that Sun Jiajia jumped off the building, otherwise the two of you, a talented man and a beautiful woman, could have made a good match." Jingran said mercilessly Sarcastically speaking, Bo Zhanchen raised the corners of his mouth with sarcasm.

What Bo Zhanchen said is right.

She really shouldn't have had any wishful thinking from the beginning.

It is no longer possible for the Bo family and the Jing family to get married.

Jingran's expression remained unchanged, "Actually, the advice I can provide you is really limited. After all, you two brothers are not very good people. How about Mr. Bo ask someone else?"

Bo Zhanchen was asking for trouble. After successfully causing trouble for Jingran, Shi Shiranly left the scene.

Watching the man leave, Jingran poured the glass of milk into the toilet.

Then she lay on the bed, tossing and turning for half the night but still unable to fall asleep.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck against the window, and the room with the lights turned off was suddenly illuminated.

Jingran's breath froze.

Before he could recover, he suddenly blew open the window, and heavy raindrops were thrown in.

The rumble of thunder then exploded in front of the window.

She shivered violently, this scene seemed to turn on the switch of a nightmare.

She was so frightened that she hid under the quilt.

In my mind, the tragic scenes I had experienced began to flash uncontrollably.

The bloody scene made Jingran tremble all over and break out in cold sweat.

"No, this will never happen again, absolutely not..." Jingran muttered incoherently.

But when fear strikes, such psychological hints have no effect.

She seemed to have returned to the day before her death...

Jingran's hands and feet were cold. When she regained consciousness, she had already appeared in front of Bo Zhanchen's door, holding a quilt.

She knocked on the door harder and harder.

"Bo Zhanchen, open the door!" Jingran wanted to scream, but the sound was as loud as a mosquito and could not be heard at all.

She held the door panel with one hand and curled up uncontrollably and squatted down.

The heavy rain is still falling outside.

The sound of rain, accompanied by rolling thunder, struck the last line of defense in Jingran's heart.

She trembled and murmured almost pleadingly, "Bo Zhanchen, open the door and let me in..."

Finally, the door was opened.

Bo Zhanchen, who was barefooted and with his upper body bare, looked at the people huddled at the door, and his heart trembled.

"Why are you here?" Bo Zhanchen asked.

But Jingran didn't say anything. The air conditioner was wrapped around her like a rice dumpling, not even her face was exposed.

She hugged her knees and shivered.

The moment the man lifted the quilt, his whole body crashed into his arms.

"Bo Zhanchen, let me in, I don't want to sleep alone..."

Jingran kept mumbling angrily, and her hands on the man's waist became harder and harder.

Bo Zhanchen's chest was a little numb from the impact, and when he finally dug out the little face of the person in his arms, his whole body froze.

"Are you having a nightmare? Why are you crying like this?"

Jingran's porcelain doll-like cheeks turned pale and wet, and her tears fell uncontrollably like broken beads.

His pajamas were also wet, and his fingers were frighteningly cold.

But she didn't seem to feel anything, and moved her head into his arms.

Bo Zhanchen simply hugged the person in his arms, picked up the quilt, and carried the person back to the bed with a quick stride.

Feeling Bo Zhanchen's breath, Jingran became quiet.

But her eyes seemed to have no focus, staring straight into the air. Not to mention sleeping, she refused to even close her eyes. She huddled on the bed in an extremely awkward posture.

Bo Zhanchen put his arm around her shoulders, and after feeling the coldness under his palms, he turned up the temperature of the air conditioner.

But within a few minutes, Jingran's breathing became dull, and her wheezing became more and more obvious, as if she would be holding herself back in the next second.

Bo Zhanchen raised his hand and found that someone's forehead was frighteningly hot. Without hesitation, he took the person out and was about to walk out. He happened to bump into Uncle Chen who was coming downstairs.

The two of them looked at each other, and Bo Zhanchen didn't feel any embarrassment about being hit. He explained directly: "She has a fever. I want to send her to the hospital."

Uncle Chen nodded, "I'll have someone prepare the car right now."

When Jingran opened her eyes again, she was already lying in the hospital. She turned around and saw the man who was still wearing pajamas, with a blank look in his eyes.

"Why am I here?" Jingran's voice was hoarse.

Bo Zhanchen put down his coffee and did not answer her question directly, "What did you dream about last night?"

Jingran was confused, "Last night? What happened to me last night? Didn't I go to bed very early?"

"You don't remember?" Bo Zhanchen looked surprised.

Jingran's eyes became wary, "You didn't do anything bad last night while I was sleeping, did you?"

Bo Zhanchen held up his forehead and said, "You came to me last night holding the quilt, don't beat me up? Uncle Chen bumped into me when I sent you to the hospital. Jingran, did you do it on purpose?"

When Jingran heard this, she sat up from the bed and asked, "What nonsense are you talking about here? When did I go to find you?"

Bo Zhanchen's face looked a little solemn, "You really don't remember anything? Do you remember it rained last night?"

Jingran looked confused, "When did it rain? Why didn't I know?"