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

The news of Jingran's poisoning was completely suppressed. When Jing's mother called, Bo Zhanchen only said that the person had eaten something bad.

"Auntie, don't worry. I will take care of Jingran. Please pay attention to your health. There are a lot of things at home these days. Please pay attention. The bodyguards arranged by Jingheng for you must stay at home 24 hours a day." Bo Zhanchen said no. He told me with confidence.

But Jing's mother heard the clues, "Zhan Chen, tell the truth to auntie, has something happened? Jingheng hasn't called back for several days. Your uncle is still abroad, and Xiaoran is sick again now. Well, even if our family is in trouble this year, we can't be so unlucky, right?"

Bo Zhanchen's voice paused, "Auntie, don't think too much, it's not a big deal, we can handle it..."

Before Bo Zhanchen finished speaking, his phone was snatched away.

Jingran clicked on the speakerphone and said in a weak voice: "Mom, why are you thinking so wildly again? I just ate something bad yesterday and didn't eat much breakfast, so I ended up in the hospital. Now you say that." , I’m going to be angry.”

Jingran signaled Bo Zhanchen to help her up with her eyes, and then complained like a spoiled child: "Why are you still calling Bo Zhanchen? It's not like I don't have a mobile phone. My brother hasn't contacted you during this time. He can't be behind your back." Are we secretly in love? Don’t you think I’ll teach him a lesson?”

Jingran and Jing's mother just talked about this, and finally managed to divert the topic away, but they leaned weakly in the man's arms.

She was still sweating, her pale lips had no color at all, and the fingers on her back were trembling.

Bo Zhanchen hugged the person tightly until Jingran comforted the person and then hung up the phone.

The moment the screen went dark, Jingran's body softened and she fell down.

His chin happened to hit Bo Zhanchen's thigh, which was quite an awkward position.

But Jingran couldn't care about so much, "Nausea, Bo Zhanchen, trash can..."

Jingran vomited for a long time. The already weak person now looked like someone fished out of the water, her whole body was soaked with sweat.

Bo Zhanchen asked someone to bring a new hospital gown, put it on for the patient, and pushed the patient back onto the hospital bed.

Jingran's eyes were half-opened, looking at Bo Zhanchen's busy figure, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

"I can't tell that Mr. Bo is quite a good wife and mother sometimes."

"The word "good wife and loving mother" is not very accurate. Jingran, are you careless? After all this, you still have the intention to tease me?" The veins on Bo Zhanchen's forehead jumped.

Looking at the man who couldn't even turn over, his heart ached.

But Jing Ran didn't care. "What else can I do? I can't just do what they want and really die, right?"

Jingran had already made a pretty good guess about her situation.

Once again, her body has not been poisoned by Pei Shuzhen's messy things, and it is still healthy and durable. Except for special circumstances, she does not even have a headache or fever.

When it suddenly became like this, Jingran immediately thought that someone had poisoned her.

She tilted her head and looked at Bo Zhanchen, "Mr. Bo, do you have an idea?"

Bo Zhanchen paused while tucking in the quilt, "What's your idea?"

"Don't pretend to be confused here. I don't have the energy to go around in circles with you. Apart from Shen Yikuan and Bo Jiamu, the only three living people I've seen these days are you, Special Assistant Chen and Lin Dong. Can you There seem to be only two suspects who are tampering with me, right?"

Jingran immediately suspected Lin Dong.

Although that bastard Bo Jiamu wanted her to die, he would never let her return home so early.

In the agreement signed by Mr. Bo and his grandfather, if she had an accident before getting married, the shares of Bo Group would be donated to welfare institutions free of charge.

That's a real fight.

Bo Jiamu would not be stupid enough to do such a thing.

What about Lin Dong?

Jingran slowly closed his eyes. The appearance of this president's assistant always made him feel a little deliberate.

At this time, at Lin Dong's house, several people in black suits were smashing things wantonly.

The tables, chairs and benches were overturned, and the broken glass pieces on the floor were covered with blood. Lin Dong was pushed to the ground by two people, and the broken glass made a cut on his face.

"Lin Dong, you are just a college student who has just graduated. Do you think you can work so hard for the Jing family in the future? Where can you find a job? If you really ruin your life, you will be in a big loss."

Opposite Lin Dong, a man wearing a mask, holding a baseball bat in his hand, was looking down at him with an extremely contemptuous attitude.

Lin Dong struggled twice, and the glass scraped against the tiles, making a harsh sound.

"Bah! You are committing a crime! What's the use of blackmailing me? I'm not afraid of wearing shoes even if I'm barefoot. If you can, kill me!"

"It's interesting. It's rare for you to shed your blood for them like this." Before he finished speaking, the man's baseball bat had already hit Lin Dong's shoulder blade.

There was a clicking sound that made people's scalp numb.

After a while, several other people gathered around, "Brother, if the thing is not with him, could it be that Jing Heng has already given the thing to Jing Ran?"

"He won't. As long as he wants his sister to live, he won't let Jingran know these things."

The man threw the baseball bat on the ground with some regret, then stood up and wiped off the blood on his leather shoes in disgust.

"On a day when even a loyal dog is afraid of death, deal with this kid."

Following the man's order, the baseball bat was picked up again, and with a bang, Lin Dong lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in the hospital, his hair had been shaved clean, and there was a hanging needle in his hand.

Jingran was sitting in a wheelchair, her head resting on Bo Zhanchen's arm, and she was looking through the checklist in her hand, "Are you sure you only have a mild concussion?"

Bo Zhanchen nodded with some disappointment, "The test result is indeed just like this, and there is only a contusion on his shoulder, not even a broken bone."

"You are really young in terms of your physical fitness." Chen Zhao echoed from the side: "When I passed by, this kid was almost beaten into a bloody gourd. People can find him in such a remote place. This kid is really lucky. ah!"

"How did I get to the hospital?" Lin Dong asked hoarsely, "Assistant Chen, was it you who saved me?"

Chen Zhao nodded, "I saved you. Who did you offend? How did you get beaten like this?"

When Chen Zhao came over, he originally followed Bo Zhanchen's order to confirm Lin Dong's whereabouts. He originally wanted to install several cameras in his home.

But who knew that as soon as the door was opened, Lin Dong was seen lying on his back, half dead, with blood on his face. The house felt as if it had been bombed by an atomic bomb, and all the paintings on the wall were torn down.

"Lin Dong, do you remember what the person who did it looks like?"