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

Jingran raised her eyebrows, feeling that her best friend's tone was a little too deliberate.

Especially when it comes to Shen Yikuan...

"You two, what's going on?"

Zhao Jiaojiao made a face at Jingran, "What else could it be? I just think he is more interesting."

Jingran was stunned.

Is Shen Yikuan interesting?

He is an out-and-out refined egotist, what's the point?

"Zhao Jiaojiao, you can't be..."

"It's not as serious as you said. Anyway, I have returned to China and I won't be leaving the country for a short time. I have to have some fun. Just leave it alone. I know it well."

When Zhao Jiaojiao said this, she waved her hands to Jingran wantonly, her overly free and easy look made people feel a little nervous.

Based on Jingran's understanding of Zhao Jiaojiao, she is indeed not a person who is easily tempted by others.

However, this incident still left a mark on Jingran's heart. Before leaving, she specifically asked Chen Peipei to always pay attention to Shen Yikuan's movements.

That night, Jingran changed into a silver-gray casual suit with a shawl, and appeared at the door of Bihai Shengping in a majestic manner.

In order to help Lang Xingyue investigate the outcome of the whole matter, everyone in Bihai Shengping was familiar with Jingran's name.

As soon as she showed up, she was stopped by the manager on duty that day.

"I'm really sorry, Miss Jing. The entire venue today has been booked by Mr. Bo Jiamu. No one without an invitation letter is allowed in." The manager was respectful and smiled apologetically at Jingran.

"If Miss Jing wants to relax, how about changing places?"

Jingran didn't have the habit of embarrassing her subordinates. She handed over the invitation letter without hesitation, but it was not the one sent by Chen Peipei.

"Miss Jing, we have an invitation list here. Jing's Group is indeed not on the invitation list. You..."

"I'm here to attend this bidding dinner on behalf of the Zhao family today. How about I ask Mr. Zhao to call you personally?"

Jingran took out her cell phone, raised her hand and found Zhao Jiaojiao's father's phone number.

But before the call was made, a car stopped at the door.

Father Zhao and Father Jing actually got out of the car together. The manager who was still embarrassing Jingran at the door was dumbfounded on the spot.

As soon as Father Zhao saw Jingran, he deliberately raised his voice and praised: "Old Jing, your daughter is really well-paid. If my Jiaojiao is half as sensible as Xiaoran, I will have nothing to worry about. She is so big. Xiaoran manages all the companies in an orderly manner, just like her grandfather!"

Faced with other people's praise for his daughter, Jing's father remained calm and said, "My little Ran is better than someone who is good at what they do. I will be relieved when the company is handed over to their siblings from now on. But today I am here to share a meal with you." Yes, it will be solved in a while, don’t say you don’t have these things.”

The current heads of the two families just chatted all the way into the Bihai Shengping. Jingran listened to their words but stood still.

When Father Zhao saw that Jingran didn't follow him, he asked: "Xiaoran? Why don't you come in?"

"Jing's Group is not on today's invitation list. The manager doesn't dare to let me in. He still doesn't believe that I am here to attend the dinner on behalf of Uncle Zhao today."

Jingran showed no mercy when she complained.

Her neither humble nor arrogant tone made some people near the door listen attentively.

The originally lively scene suddenly turned cold.

Everyone knew that Jingran had just resigned from the Bo Group, and there were rumors circulating outside that she had been abandoned by the Bo family a long time ago.

What Bo Jiamu did today further confirmed this point.

But Jingran's reaction was a little too calm.

Jingran watched the expressions of everyone inside the door with cold eyes, the smile on her face never changed from the beginning to the end.

She even shook her phone and said, "I was about to call Uncle Zhao, but you and my dad came over."

Father Zhao looked startled and said angrily: "Didn't I ask Jiaojiao to come with you? Where did she go to play? She doesn't understand these things at all. I just want you to take her with you. She's not a bad person. I actually left you here alone?"

And then, before he finished speaking, he turned his head in confusion.

"Isn't that right? Isn't the old man here to invite people of our generation to have fun and relax today? What? Didn't that kid Jiamu ask the specific situation before inviting people?"

Father Zhao's words were like a loud slap on Bo Jiamu's face.

Mr. Bo is hosting a treat. As a grandson, he just wants to stop people at the door. He actually wants to set up another stage to compete with his grandfather?

Isn't this just a disease?

Only then did Jingran notice that most of the people present today were from the younger generation, some of whom she didn't even know.

"No wonder I didn't see any elders here today. I wanted to say hello to all the elders." Jingran's voice was crisp.

The manager next to him was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He handed the invitation letter back to Jingran with both hands.

"I'm really sorry, Miss Jing, we misunderstood."

"No, you are also responsible. You don't need to apologize to me." Jingran's movements were dignified, and every word she spoke was perfectly measured. Even her tone when she complained to her elders just now sounded like coquettishness, which made her There's nothing annoying about life.

Especially when paired with her somewhat innocent expression, it makes people feel itchy.

Jingran followed the two elders obediently, but did not go upstairs with them. She just randomly chose a place and began to close her eyes and rest.

When Bo Jiamu heard the news, he slapped the table.

"Why didn't I know that the old man was also here to treat me today? Second uncle, aren't you trying to trick me? If this news gets out, how do you want me to behave in the future?"

"Why are you panicking? The old man didn't say that you didn't invite these people. They are all family members. Does it matter when and who we invite?"

Bo Jianzhou stared at Bo Jiamu with some dissatisfaction.

"The most important thing for you now is to get back the lost prestige first. You have to make those people think you are valuable. Otherwise, you will be like your mother."

As soon as Pei Shuzhen was mentioned, the suppressed fire in Bo Jiamu's heart surged up.

"Second uncle, are you really sure that my mother was taken away by Bo Zhanchen?"

"The person I arranged to pick you up at the airport abroad didn't pick up your mother at all. I checked later and found that she didn't get on the plane at all. Anyway, she gave birth to you. Without her, we wouldn't be where we are today. You, you have to know how to be grateful."

Bo Jianzhou seemed to be trying to persuade him.

But these words both contained a hint of brainwashing, and Bo Jiamu also knew that Pei Shuzhen was the best choice for him at the moment. After all, how could a filial person be so bad?

People all have preconceptions.

He looked downstairs from upstairs, his wolf-like eyes fixed on Jingran, who was leisurely eating tea.

"In that moment, I will trouble my second uncle."