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

Jingran vaguely felt that this statement was not right, frowned and said, "No."

Bo Jiamu didn't listen to her explanation. He snorted coldly and walked straight to the door, "If you weren't the girl back then, even if you were from the Jing family, I wouldn't have agreed to this engagement."

He walked with sparks and lightning, getting in the way of everything, and even kicked over a chair.

But because his back was to Jingran, his expression did not calm down, and the irritability and panic in his eyes could not be concealed at all.

If he hadn't been pushed into a hurry by Jingran, he wouldn't have mentioned that incident at all.

He was disdainful before, but Jing Ranshang was always chasing after him saying that he wanted to repay his kindness, so he would just go with the flow.

Now that things have reached this point, if Jingran knew that the person who saved her back then was not herself at all, but someone else, she would probably fall out even faster than now.

What should he do?

The more Bo Jiamu thought about it, the more irritated he became. He was walking well when suddenly something hit the sole of his foot. He looked down and found that it was something like a cufflink. It looked familiar to him. He suddenly stopped and bent down to pick it up. .

It is indeed a cufflink, and a very familiar cufflink.

It was very luxurious and showy, with a sapphire embedded in the middle of a circle of broken diamonds. He had only seen this level of luxury on one person in the Bo family.

Bo Jiamu didn't know what he was feeling for a moment. Anger, annoyance, and doubts suddenly appeared on his face, making his expression ferocious. He strode to the dining table again, holding the cufflinks and speaking every word. The question asked unexpectedly, "Jingran! You'd better give me a reasonable explanation why Bo Zhanchen's cufflinks are where you live?!"

He glanced around and suddenly felt blessed, "Did you really sleep alone yesterday? Or were you with him? He didn't go out in the morning, is he still here?"

With that said, he didn't wait for Jingran's answer, and went directly to check every room by himself, even the space under the sofa.

Fitting room, under the bed in the bedroom, bathroom.

He even went through the trash cans in the house.

But nothing was found, but these cufflinks were ironclad evidence. Bo Jiamu didn't believe that he would appear here for no reason. When he went downstairs, his eyes were fixed on Jingran who was sitting there calmly.

If there really is something, there must be traces on the body.

He walked over without hesitation, reaching out to pull off Jingran's clothes.

Jingran instinctively took a step back and shouted, "Bo Jiamu! What are you doing!"

Seeing her dodge, Bo Jiamu's doubts became even more firm. Not only did he not retreat, he approached her step by step. "As my fiancé, I always have to see if you are still clean, right? We are going to get married sooner or later anyway." Yes, what's the difference between watching now and watching later? I won't touch you, so why are you hiding?"

Jingran's face turned pale with anger, and she clutched her collar tightly, "Bo Jiamu, who told you that we would get married sooner or later? I said I would break off the engagement before, but it was you who persisted and used all possible means to fight me. That's why you're here. If you dare to touch me, I don't mind letting my brother come back and break off the engagement in the name of the Jing family!"

Bo Jiamu now felt a green light above his head and couldn't hear anything at all. Instead, he said, "If you are clean, why don't you let me see it? You have a guilty conscience."

Jingran's eyes were cold, "Whether I do it clean or not has nothing to do with you, I just think you are dirty! You"

When Bo Jiamu was poked at a painful spot, he cursed in a low voice and went straight forward to tear off Jingran's collar without saying anything to Jingran.

Even though Bo Jiamu was not that powerful, the strength of an adult man was simply not something that Jingran could resist.

Jingran's hands could barely hold her collar, and her neck ached from being rubbed.

After two lifetimes, she was once again so close to Bo Jiamu, so close that when her mind was clear, she could smell the man's pungent perfume and his ferocious expression, which were all too familiar.

He had this look on his face when he killed her and even killed her parents.

If Bo Jiamu saw those marks on her body, he might not know how to retaliate against her.

Hatred surged in his heart for a moment.

At this moment, she even had the idea of ​​dying together with Bo Jiamu.

As long as Bo Jiamu dies, the Jing family will be safe, and she will have fulfilled her wish to be reborn.

She had done so many wrong things in her previous life and hurt so many people for such a man. She should have died long ago.

Jingran suddenly let go of the hand holding her collar and grabbed a fruit knife on the table with her backhand. Bo Jiamu also got an opening and was about to tear open the collar of Jingran's shirt.

"Ding dong ding dong!"

The doorbell rang suddenly.

I don't know who is coming.

Bo Jiamu paused for a moment, turned around and shouted, "Who is it!"

Uncle Chen's voice came from outside, "Is the Second Young Master here too? I'm Lao Chen. I'll find Miss Jing. There's something going on with the old man."

Uncle Chen was the person next to Mr. Bo. Bo Jiamu didn't dare to delay and let go of Jingran's clothes.

Jingran still held the fruit knife in her hand, and almost immediately hid it behind her back. She couldn't help but tremble. She wanted to put the knife down, but she couldn't.

Bo Jiamu opened the door and immediately returned to his gentle demeanor in front of others, "Uncle Chen? Is something wrong?"

Uncle Chen glanced at Bo Jiamu's slightly messy clothes and frowned slightly, but said nothing. He just said, "I came to see Miss Jing. Yesterday when I was delivering fruit to Miss Jing, I accidentally put the old man's I lost a set of cufflinks, and I’ve been looking for them everywhere else, so I wanted to see if I lost them here.”

Cufflinks?

Mr. Bo’s?

Bo Jiamu's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly he had a bad premonition, "Grandpa's cufflinks? What do they look like?"

Uncle Chen said without being humble or arrogant, "It's a sapphire. The young master made it himself for his birthday last year." As he said, he took out another one from his pocket, stretched out his palm and showed it in front of Bo Jiamu, "This is it, yesterday I was arranging the clothes for the old man, and I put them in my pocket, thinking about putting them in the drawer later. It happened that the old man was worried that Miss Jing didn’t eat anything at night, so he asked me to bring some fresh fruit that had just been flown home from the front yard. "

Bo Jiamu felt really bad now. He even looked back in disbelief. Sure enough, he saw a bowl of fruit on the coffee table in the living room. It was indeed quite fresh.

The cufflinks placed in the coat pocket instantly seemed to turn into a kind of fire. They were so hot that I didn't know whether to take them out.

Jingran walked over, reached into Bo Jiamu's pocket, took out the cufflinks, and brought them to Uncle Chen, "Uncle Chen, take a look, is this one?"

Uncle Chen looked delighted, "Yes! Fortunately, I found it, otherwise the old man would have been angry for several days."