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

Every time she thought of this, Jingran couldn't help but want to laugh.

The Jing family cared so much for their unrelated daughter that they were afraid it would melt when they held it in their mouths, for fear that he would suffer even the slightest injustice outside.

But what about the Bo family?

Jingran was even a little lucky sometimes. Fortunately, Bo Zhanchen did not grow up in such an impersonal home.

Otherwise, he might become a crooked melon like Bo Jiamu.

There was no flinching in her eyes, and when she met Mr. Bo's eyes, the smile on her face was not big at all.

Mr. Bo sighed at this time, "Oh, I was negligent in that matter. I'm sorry to Bo Zhanchen."

Jingran's hands on her legs gradually tightened, but the smile on her face became brighter.

Just saying sorry, do you want to erase everything that happened back then?

How can such a good thing happen?

In those years, the Bo Group's development at home and abroad was closely watched. If Mr. Bo really cared, how could he not even discover such a thing?

"Grandpa Bo, you shouldn't say this to me. Although I was the victim back then, it's not me you're sorry for." Jingran's voice was cold and icy.

"Grandpa Bo, if you call me here today just to say these things, then I won't talk more."

Jingran shook his windbreaker and stood up from the sofa.

"I will not forgive anyone on behalf of Bo Zhanchen. He may not have been an excellent successor in your eyes, but first of all, Bo Zhanchen is a human being, not a cat or a dog on the roadside. If you like it, just praise it. If you don't like it, kick it aside. go."

"Jingran! I didn't ask you to come here to quarrel." Mr. Bo's attitude was rare and gentle. Hearing Jingran's somewhat rebellious words, he didn't even frown.

He picked up the teacup on the side and pushed it in front of Jingran.

"Maybe you want to know what happened when Bo Zhanchen was a child?"

"not interested."

Jingran refused quite decisively.

If she was really curious, she could ask Bo Zhanchen later.

What's more, she really didn't want him to recall such a dark childhood.

"I didn't agree to let Pei Shuzhen in at the beginning, but his father was a nine-headed bull who couldn't get his temper back, so he kept him outside until Bo Jiamu was born."

Mr. Bo's voice was filled with countless vicissitudes of life, and people fell into memories.

"He brought Pei Shuzhen and Bo Jiamu to the old house in a grand manner. But not long after, they disappeared, and there has been no news for so many years. But I am not the only son..."

Jingran didn't answer, "You are not only a grandson like Bo Zhanchen, but Grandpa Bo, too. There is no need to beat around the bush. If you want to prevent the Bo family from being involved in this dispute, I'm afraid it's a little late." ”

During this period, because of Pei Shuzhen's confession, everyone involved in the matter was investigated in detail.

The departments and relevant persons in charge of the Bo Group who had had contact with Pei Shuzhen have now been withdrawn.

Those with serious cases have been sent to work on sewing machines.

Jingran blinked and said, "If you had not acquiesced in Pei Shuzhen's entry into the company, perhaps nothing like this would have happened now. Everything happens for a reason."

These four simple words made Mr. Bo's expression suddenly change.

Without Bo Zhanchen's support, Shen Yikuan alone could no longer maintain the situation.

Therefore, Bo Jiamu, who was once regarded as an outcast, was pushed out again.

After figuring this out, the smile on Jingran's face became more sarcastic.

"Grandpa Bo, if I were you, I would not push Bo Jiamu out to take charge of the overall situation at this juncture. His connection with the Jiang family has never been broken. If you don't want to see the Bo Group fall into his hands, Just don’t do anything.”

She glanced at the teacup on the table coldly and took a deep breath.

"Old man, when you are old, you should enjoy peace and happiness. The money you have now is enough for you to spend a lifetime, so why worry about these things?"

After Jing Ran said this, she left the study without looking back, but the moment she left, she bumped into Uncle Chen.

Looking at the equally old butler, Jingran smiled and said, "Uncle Chen, please help me persuade the old man to worry less about what he shouldn't worry about. My dad is too lazy to take care of the company's affairs anymore."

Uncle Chen rarely uttered a rebuttal. He took a deep look into the study. "Miss Jing, the old man is getting old..."

"Grandpa Bo is indeed getting older and his heart has softened. If Bo Jiamu had done such a thing 30 years ago, he would have chopped him into pieces and fed him to the sharks. How could he be sitting here so well?"

The murderous intent in Jingran's eyes made Uncle Chen freeze up, and cold sweat ran up from his tailbone.

"Miss Jing, just leave this old man in your thoughts..."

"As long as Bo Jiamu doesn't appear in the Bo family, I can spare his life."

Jingran showed no mercy.

Facing the housekeeper Jing Ran, who was kind to her back then, she lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, and she regained her gentle and pleasant appearance.

"It's getting late, so I won't stay for dinner. Grandpa Bo is not in good health. It's better to arrange a physical examination if necessary."

Jingran's voice was crisp, and at first glance she sounded really concerned.

The contrast between before and after made Uncle Chen a little uncomfortable, but he still subconsciously nodded in agreement.

I don't know since when, Jingran and Bo Zhanchen have become more and more similar. Sometimes the aura she emits in every gesture is more oppressive than Bo Zhanchen's.

"Don't worry, Miss Jing, we will pay attention to these."

"Then I'll help Uncle Chen." After leaving Uncle Chen's sight, Jingran returned to her cold and ruthless look.

When she went downstairs, Bo Jiamu was gone.

Wu Tao was still waiting at the door politely. Jingran pushed the door open and walked out. The cold wind outside made her shiver and her whole body trembled.

"It's really getting colder and colder today. It will be the Chinese New Year in a month, right?"

"There is still one and a half months until the Lunar New Year." Wu Tao took advantage of the situation.

Jingran reached out to hold the car door, looked up at the already overcast sky, and murmured to herself: "I hope I can have a good year this year."

Before she finished speaking, Jingran had already closed the door and got into the car.

She returned to the apartment where she lived before. Ever since Bo Zhanchen left, she had never stepped foot into the large flat floor where the two of them lived.

Although everything in the apartment had been rearranged, Jingran still felt empty inside.

She took a bath and drank a glass of milk to ensure sleep, but too many things made her toss and turn, and it was almost early morning when she closed her eyes.

While half asleep and half awake, Jingran felt the mattress shake twice, and there was an obvious sound of breathing around her.

The next second, Jingran took out the dagger hidden under the pillow with an elbow and stabbed it behind her without hesitation.

Before the tip of the knife touched anyone, Jingran's arm was grabbed.

"Ranran, do you want to murder your husband?"