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

Jingran gave Chen Peipei a calm look and continued: "This matter has just begun. Contact the company's public relations team to prepare the worst response. In addition, I remember you mentioned inviting me before. Will the famous pianist Lang Xingyue come to the opening dinner? When will the piano performance be scheduled?"

Chen Peipei carefully recalled the process of the dinner, "Scheduled to be 20 minutes later, Miss Lang is already in the lounge!"

"Take me there." Jingran said, subconsciously holding up her wrist. The bracelet she brought over had been used for first aid, and now her wrist was empty.

Before departure, Wu Tao said that the thing was equipped with the latest positioning and tracking system to ensure Jingran's personal safety.

On the way to the lounge, she sent a message to Wu Tao and briefly talked about the dinner scene.

But as soon as the message was sent, a hand with sharp bones covered her mobile phone, and Chen Peipei next to her was also covered by someone's mouth.

Her arms were twisted behind her back and she was controlled by two bodyguards. She didn't even have a chance to struggle.

Jingran looked at the visitor coldly, with deep disdain in the raised corners of her mouth.

"Bo Jiamu, you are really haunting. Why can I see you everywhere?"

Bo Jiamu's wheelchair has been replaced by a cane. He is wearing a straight suit with dark stripes, a champagne-colored square scarf on his chest, and his slightly long hair is meticulously taken care of.

Every move he made showed the aura of a wealthy man.

Unfortunately, Jingran felt nauseated just by looking at it, "A good dog doesn't block the road, but troublesome little Bo will always get out of the way."

Because of the high standard of the dinner, all the guests present were arranged in fixed areas and could move freely only after the performance.

Bo Jiamu was blocking their way.

He pursed his lips and raised his hand to touch Jingran's face, but she slapped him away.

"Bo Jiamu, don't force me to slap you on such a good day." Jingran's eyes were cold, and she was filled with serious hatred.

"Jingran, can't we two live together peacefully? You have been with me for so many years, even if we can't be husband and wife, you can't become enemies."

Bo Jiamu had a look of regret, and the painful emotion in his eyes was suppressed. At first glance, it seemed that there was still some sincerity in it.

He spoke again without giving up, "How about you surrender to me and I promise that no one will dare to touch the Jing Group again?"

"Bo Jiamu, even if you don't have a mirror in your house, you still have to pee, right? Who caused the current turmoil in the Jing family? Are you worthy of being my friend?" Jingran frowned and scolded.

She took a step forward without giving in, her sharp gaze directed towards Bo Jiamu, "Let go of your people, Bo Jiamu, don't try to challenge my patience anymore, if you push me too hard, I will directly transfer the shares in my hand to Bo Zhanchen , do you think Grandpa Bo will refuse?"

"Jing Ran!!" The veins on Bo Jiamu's forehead jumped. "Do you think Bo Zhanchen is a good person? You still don't know what he has done to the Jing Group these years, right?"

"At least he's better than a guy like you! Let your people go immediately!" Jingran shouted sharply.

Time waits for no one, and the chaos that just occurred has already caused people below to talk about it.

If no one with the ability to control the situation showed up at this moment, this opening dinner would be reduced to a joke!

Chen Peipei was still struggling, and his eyes fell on the silver door not far away.

Bo Jiamu only glanced at her line of sight and knew what they were planning.

His half-smiling eyes fell on Jingran's face, "Jingran, I'm afraid it won't work this time. Just now, Miss Lang had a few too many drinks and was a little dizzy. I'm afraid she won't be able to perform on stage. You still have to Please be wise."

Snapped!

Jingran raised her hand and slapped Bo Jiamu on the face, "Good dog, don't block the way, get out of my way!"

Jingran pushed the shocked man away with one hand and went straight to Lang Xingyue's lounge.

Lang Xingyue has an excellent reputation in the industry, is a kind-hearted person, and generally does not refuse invitations.

Since his debut, he has prepared charity performances every year to help children with rare diseases.

Moreover, she is a piano fanatic.

How is it possible to drink right before a show? !

The more Jingran thought about it, the more something was wrong, and the worry in her heart was infinitely magnified.

Isn't this Bo Jiamu doing something shameful again? !

She tried to push the door open, but found that the door to the lounge was locked from the inside.

"Miss Lang, are you still in there? I heard that you are not feeling well, so I came over to bring you some fruit." Jingran asked in a loud voice, "Miss Lang, are you okay? Do you need a doctor?"

But there was no sound at all in the lounge.

Jingran didn't hesitate for a second. She took off her high heels and kicked the door lock.

When Bo Jiamu saw this, he didn't even pretend to be lame. He threw away his crutches and came to pull him away.

"Jingran, are you crazy? Do you know who is inside?!"

"You're crazy! Bo Jiamu! Lang Xingyue is a distinguished guest invited by the Bo Group. If she makes any mistake here today, do you think you, the bastard second generation ancestor, can afford it?!" Jing Ran He didn't deliberately lower his voice, and the slap he slapped on Bo Jiamu's face was extremely clear.

"You still dare to hit me?" Bo Jiamu gritted his teeth. When he was about to take action, a big hand pinched the back of his neck and smashed him against the wall with a muffled sound.

Bo Zhanchen took the handkerchief handed over by Chen Zhao and wiped his hands with a look of disgust that made people shudder.

Jingran looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of her, her eyes shocked, "Why are you back?"

"The things are done, come back and have a look." Bo Zhanchen smiled lightly, Qing took Jingran's wrist and brought her into his arms, "Didn't I ask Wu Tao to guard you every step of the way? Why do you let people wait outside? Okay? Next time you encounter something dirty, just let him handle it directly and don’t dirty your hands."

Jingran held Bo Zhanchen's arm, her heart burning at the man's words.

"I must pay attention next time. I am trying to be polite before fighting, but there are people who don't know how to show appreciation." Jingran pointed to the closed door, "Let's not talk about this for now. Miss Lang is still inside. It's important to save people."

Bo Zhanchen winked at Chen Zhao, and the special assistant took out two pieces of wire from nowhere. He squatted at the door and fiddled with it for a while, and the locked door opened.

The curtains were drawn in the lounge, and under the dim light, only clothes scattered on the floor could be seen.

There was no one in the house, except for the bathroom door, which was closed.

A gust of wind blew by, lifting the curtains, and the opened windows had not had time to close.

Chen Zhao rushed over and said, "Mr. Bo, someone ran out of the window."

"Send someone to chase him immediately. Keep an eye on Bo Jiamu and find a few more female employees." Bo Zhanchen's face was gloomy and terrifying.

Jingran looked around, looking at the lounge where the fight had obviously passed, and her heart sank to the bottom.

She quietly approached the bathroom and patted the door gently, "Miss Lang, are you in there?"