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

Jingran looked at her best friend with great disappointment, "Can't you be tougher?"

"No, after what you just said, your boss Bo has already thought about where to bury the two of us. I won't do such a thankless task." Zhao Jiaojiao shook her head like a rattle and said nothing. Ken agrees.

Fortunately, Jingran survived the first three months of pregnancy without any danger. The reaction was indeed much less severe than before, and even the symptoms of drowsiness were alleviated.

As the symptoms gradually stabilized, the wedding day of the two was finally put on the agenda.

The ceremony originally scheduled on the cruise ship was moved to the beach.

The sea breeze blew slightly, lifting the hem of Jingran's skirt. The three-meter-long wedding dress was made by a well-known designer, and the overall design was drawn by Bo Zhanchen himself.

She stood at the entrance, holding her hand on Jing's father's arm. Both sides were filled with relatives and friends who came to attend the ceremony, and the voices of blessings became louder and louder.

As the singing accompaniment band changed songs, Jingran slowly entered the room. She looked at Bo Zhanchen standing in the center of the stage with a particularly firm gaze.

She finally walked to this person step by step...

From now on, no one can separate the two of them.

Bo Zhanchen stood on the stage, staring at Jingran sideways. A white haute couture dress made his figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist become more and more straight. The sun shone on his body, as if he was plated with a layer of Golden light.

The emcee on the stage read the entrance speech until the two of them made a tentative decision.

"Mr. Bo Zhanchen, are you willing to marry Ms. Jingran? No matter whether you are poor or rich, you will never leave her until you grow old."

"I do." The man's eyes were as bright as fire, and his originally deep eyes were filled with Jingran's reflection. He held Jingran's hand and trembled slightly.

"Ms. Jingran, are you willing to marry Mr. Bo Zhanchen? No matter..."

Before the host of ceremonies had finished speaking, Jingran had already pulled on Bo Zhanchen's tie and kissed him on tiptoes.

"I got what I wanted and what I wanted."

Jingran turned a deaf ear to the hooting from both sides, skipped the planned plot, and directly put the ring on the man's hand.

"Bo Zhanchen, you are completely mine now."

The man lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms lovingly. He put one arm around her waist and pecked her twice on the corner of the mouth.

"It's yours, no one can take it away."

The salutes on both sides were fired, and the rain of petals in the sky was blown up by the wind. In an instant, everyone on the scene was in a trance like a sea of ​​flowers, pushing the atmosphere of the wedding scene to its climax.

And that night, Bo Zhanchen carried Jingran into the bathroom. Because of his pregnancy, he had been fasting and chanting Buddha's name during this period, and he didn't taste any meat or fish.

Jingran lay lazily in the bathtub, looking at someone whose breathing was obviously slow, with a smirk on her face.

"Mr. Bo, there is no bridal night, doesn't it spoil your taste?"

As she spoke, Jingran's hands gently slid on the man's abdominal muscles and gradually reached underwater.

Bo Zhanchen's breath stagnated, he grabbed someone's mischievous little hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Ran Ran, don't mess around."

Jingran smiled coquettishly and raised her eyes again, her eyes as charming as silk, "Mr. Bo really don't think about it?"

She moved her wrist slightly, looking at the man's increasingly unbearable eyes, and pressed her thin lips to his neck.

"Bo Zhanchen, I have the final say this time..."

The water in the bathtub rose and fell, the splashing water wet the carpet, and the frosted glass wall blocked the beauty of the room.

The wedding of Jing Ran and Bo Zhanchen was attended by all media and journals. Therefore, except for those in the circle, it was not deliberately disclosed to the public.

Jingran also had some peace of mind. After the vacation, Jiang Ran's case was coming to an end.

As the main witness, Jingran arrived at the location of the trial early, and besides her, all the people who had been harmed by Jiang Ran over the years also arrived one after another.

Jingran looked at the lawyer sitting next to Jiang Ran and chuckled disdainfully, "There is really someone who dares to take her business."

"No one can live with money." Bo Zhanchen took off his coat and covered Jingran's legs. "They can't turn over."

Jingran was noncommittal about the man's words, but after the witness statements in the case ended, Jiang Ran actually retracted his confession on the spot.

"I don't know anything about these things they said. I personally have very serious psychological problems and have been receiving medication. In addition, I am not a native of the country and enjoy diplomatic immunity. You cannot detain me in the country. I apply to be transferred back to my home country!”

Jingran was a little drowsy at first, but when she heard this, her eyes widened instantly.

"Sure enough, if a person is powerful, he or she will be invincible. Jiang Ran, haven't you heard of the principle of territoriality? As long as you commit a crime on this land, no matter which country you are from, you should abide by the laws of our country! Your sins , must be repaid.”

Because of Jiang Ran's words, the verdict that was supposed to end that day was pushed to a few days later.

But these can't change anything.

When Jing Ran appeared in court again, Jiang Ran had already been sentenced to death for several crimes.

The strange thing is that Jiang Ran refused all visits from his relatives, and actually decided that the last person he wanted to see was Jingran.

Logically speaking, the prisoner's final request would not be rejected, and someone soon contacted Jingran.

Jingran was now more than six months pregnant. She refused everyone to follow her and met Jiang Ran alone in the prison interview room.

When they met again, Jiang Ran had shaved his head and was wearing white washed prison uniform without any upgrade. He was sitting on a chair.

Jingran looked at her calmly, "You are looking for me, don't you want me to collect the body for you?"

"Who cares whether the body is collected or not?" Jiang Ran sneered, "I called you here just to ask why everything is different from the original? Jingran, who are you?"

Jingran's originally calm face moved slightly, and then she chuckled: "I am me, Jiang Ran, everyone knows that your mental illness medical record is a forgery, you don't want to use this to bluff people now, do you? "

"Jingran, you know what I'm asking? I shouldn't have lost! Why is everything different since you changed?!"

Jiang Ran slapped the table hard, his eyes fixed on Jingran's face motionlessly, as if he wanted to see some flaws in his expression.

Unfortunately, she was going to be disappointed.

Jing Ran stared at her expressionlessly, "I can't answer your question, but if you really want to know, maybe this is retribution. Jiang Ran, it's time for you to get on your way."

After saying these words, Jingran left the interview room without any regrets, but her heart was beating very fast.

How could Jiang Ran ask such a question?

Jingran suppressed the anxiety in her heart. It was not important anymore. What could a dying person change?