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

In order to be with Bo Jiamu, Jingran was in a desperate situation, even breaking up with her family and entering the Bo family.

Now that I think about it, it's ridiculous and pitiful.

Now she finally knows what it means to pity the hearts of parents in the world.

If there is really someone in this world who would risk everything for you, it must be your parents and brothers.

She knew that Bo Zhanchen might look down on her, but she admitted her mistake frankly, "Thank you anyway. I won't do it again in the future."

Bo Zhanchen tilted his head and glanced at her.

What does it mean that I won’t do it again?

Would you not be so angry at your parents, or would you not be so desperate to be with Bo Jiamu?

He didn't ask any more questions, but simply leaned back on the chair behind him and said, "Take a good rest. We'll be there in forty minutes. I'll call you when I get there."

Jingran nodded, sat down in the chair and closed her eyes. After a while, her voice disappeared.

Bo Zhanchen was not asleep either. His eyebrows were furrowed. Because he was wearing sunglasses, his face was looking forward, but his peripheral vision fell on Jing Ran beside him.

She was almost huddled in the chair. She seemed calm, but in fact her eyelashes were trembling all the time. She was obviously in no mood to rest. Her plump red lips were tightly pursed, with a fragile whiteness showing at the corners of her lips.

From the time he met Jingran until now, he had never seen her so vulnerable.

I couldn't help but feel a little ironic in my heart. He was really stubborn. He saved her once and then let her be like a cow or a horse.

No wonder he has been devoted to Bo Jiamu for so many years.

Just as stupid as before.

Bo Jiamu thought of something, and the more he thought about it, the more irritated he became. He simply stopped looking and turned away. After a few minutes, he reached out and took off his coat and threw it on Jingran.

With her eyes closed, Jingran couldn't actually see anything, and she didn't even notice the cold. However, she felt the familiar body fragrance and warmth coming off her coat, which instantly warmed her originally cold and stiff body.

Only then did she realize that she was actually cold just now. It was just because her mind was filled with things about Jing's mother that her physical sensation seemed a bit insignificant.

This was the first time in the rest of her suffering life since she left the Jing family, including now, that someone noticed these little details about her body when she didn't need to be reminded.

Jingran turned her head and glanced at Bo Zhanchen, and saw that he was only wearing a half-sleeved shirt, but his figure was upright and he didn't look weak at all.

She had seen Bo Zhanchen's body, and it had nothing to do with the rumored playboy who had been eviscerated.

She belongs to the type who looks thin when dressed and looks muscular when undressed. Her muscle lines are smooth and beautiful to the extreme.

Now she is a little annoyed. How could she really think that he is the playboy and loser in the rumors?

She carefully wrapped her clothes tightly, curled herself up into the clothes, and said softly, "Thank you."

The noise on the helicopter was actually very loud, and this thank you seemed to be swallowed up in the roar of the propellers.

Bo Zhanchen was as motionless as a mountain, but Jingran was as stable as ever.

The helicopter parked directly on the roof of the hospital, and specialized medical staff came to greet her. They were very polite and said, "Mr. Bo, Mrs. Jing is out of danger and is resting in the VIP ward downstairs. There is an elevator upstairs."

Bo Zhanchen motioned for him to take Jingran over, while he stood there holding his pockets, obviously not planning to follow.

The doctor was slightly stunned and said quickly, "But Dean Zhang is also in the consultation team, waiting for you to come over."

Bo Zhanchen frowned, but still followed, "Okay. I'll go down and say hello to Uncle Zhang."

The three of them went downstairs together.

Knowing that Jingran was anxious, Bo Zhanchen walked very fast. The doctor had to stride to keep up, so Jingran could trot along as expected.

When they arrived on the ninth floor, Jingran saw Jing Heng sitting outside the ward from a distance, and Jing's father lying on the glass of the ward with his hands behind his back trying to look inside.

The two big men had rickets on their backs, and they seemed to have aged many years in an instant.

Jingran's emotions that had just stopped suddenly collapsed again. Her eyes were red, and she was afraid that she would affect others if she made a sound. She quickly wiped them with her sleeves and trotted over, "Brother, Dad."

The voice was very soft, but filled with trembling and grievance.

Seeing the two of them standing in front of each other again, Jingran seemed to have reviewed half of her life, feeling lucky and safe.

Jingheng stood up when he heard her voice, with obvious surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect that she would come so quickly. Father Jing was also surprised. He thought he had seen it wrong. After a long time, he said uncertainly, "It's Ran." Ran?"

Jingran nodded aggrievedly and rushed into her father's arms. She felt the warmth that she had never experienced in her previous life, and her whole heart was sore. "Dad, I'm sorry, I'm late."

Father Jing felt the tears of his little daughter in his arms, which were very real, and his eyes became red. "What nonsense are you talking about? Your mother is fine. Why are you late?" As he spoke, his voice was choked, and he looked up and down. He glanced at Jingran and said, "Just come, just come."

Jing Heng turned around and saw Bo Zhanchen behind her. She immediately calmed down the emotions on her face and nodded to Bo Zhanchen, "Mr. Bo, are you the one who sent me here?"

Bo Zhanchen nodded in response, "A uncle of the family is working here and happened to come over to take a look."

As he spoke, the door to the ward opened.

A group of doctors in white coats came out.

Jingran rushed forward, "Doctor, how is my mother?"

The head doctor, who had gray hair, took off his mask after hearing this and said warmly, "The hospital was sent to the doctor in time, and the surgery was also in time. It's nothing serious. You will wake up after the anesthesia wears off. Don't worry. But there are some things I want to say in advance. After all, it is a stroke. Although it is not serious, some complications and sequelae will inevitably occur in the early stage, and the family members need to be patiently accompanied and nursed back to health."

"Okay, okay!" When Jingran heard that her mother was okay, a stone fell in her heart, and she muttered at a loss, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay."

The doctor smiled and turned to look at Bo Zhanchen. Without waiting for the other party to speak, he pointed at him with a smile and cursed, "Good boy, you haven't even known to contact me for eight hundred years. You don't think about it until you ask me for something." Get up me.”

Bo Zhanchen wanted to explain, but seeing that the other party had already exposed it, he simply gave up, "This is not an emergency. I have some friendship with Mr. Jing, otherwise I wouldn't dare to bother you."

Jingran even forgot to cry and stared at Bo Zhanchen with teary eyes.

What do you mean?

Was it Bo Zhanchen who appointed the doctor for my mother?

When did it happen?

She was obviously with him all the way, but she really had no impression of when he did it.

Jing Heng also recovered from his brief surprise, "Dean Zhang, do you... know each other?"