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

After being ushered in by the waiter, Jing Heng booked a private room. As soon as the waiter left, he asked Jing Ran to stay where he was and said, "I'll come as soon as I go."

Jingran grabbed Jingheng's sleeves and said, "No, I want to go with you, otherwise I won't be able to forgive my hatred."

As she spoke, she took something out of her pocket...

A black plastic bag was put on the head seriously, not forgetting to tear out holes for the eyes and nose. "Don't worry, I will cover my face so that no one will notice."

Jing Heng couldn't help laughing, but the smile was a bit doting and a bit mocking.

Jingran took off the plastic bag and pushed him out, "Have you forgotten that you always led me to do bad things like this when you were a child? This time, when my parents asked, I just said it was me. It’s done. Don’t worry.”

Jing Heng couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "Excuse me, you said this nonsense when you were six years old. Do you remember? That time I slapped a man in his twenties, and you said you did it."

Who believes?

As a result, Jingheng received a good beating.

I still don’t want to recall the scene when I was in my twenties and was whipped around the room by Jing’s father’s belt.

Jingran couldn't help laughing, and stretched out her hand to hug Jing Heng's arm, "It's different now. I've grown up now, and I can really smoke someone who is in their twenties."

At this time, in the top VIP box on the third floor, Bo Zhanchen was leaning on a chair with a cigarette in his mouth and talking sideways to Dean Zhang.

Chen Zhao came in and first said that Bo Jiamu was also there. He took a seat and seemed to be waiting for someone.

Bo Zhanchen looked at him with a crazy expression.

He really didn't want to listen to Bo Jiamu's trivial matters. Besides, the capital was so big and they didn't just meet each other once in the same hotel. What was there to report?

Chen Zhao twitched the corners of his lips and said, "I saw Miss Jing coming just now."

Bo Zhanchen came to his senses, oh, the person Bo Jiamu was waiting for was Jingran, he snorted coldly.

Does not have a long memory.

Chen Zhao continued, "But Mr. Xiao Jing is also here. When I went to the bathroom just now, I happened to be walking behind the two of them. Well...it seemed that the two of them were carrying sacks, saying they were going to beat someone."

Bo Zhanchen's face stiffened, and he raised his eyes to look at Chen Zhao. Sure enough, he saw the joking in his eyes, and couldn't help but kick him, "What's wrong? Asthma? Will you die after speaking once?"

Chen Zhao chuckled twice and said quickly, "It's mainly about what happened later. It involves Mr. Bo. I thought it would be better to report to you. As a member of the Bo family, it is not a good thing to watch another person get hurt in the same place. Son."

"When I came out just now, I just walked with them for a while. I saw that they were still carrying sacks and plastic bags. They asked someone to call Mr. Bo, but the other party obviously refused to take the bait."

Bo Jiamu has learned several lessons and learned well. Even if he is not an important person, he will not meet in private, as if he is afraid of being caught by Bo Zhanchen.

In other words, Jingran and Jingheng came to beat Bo Jiamu.

However, he was unprepared and had limited resources, so he couldn't even meet Bo Jiamu.

Bo Zhanchen was amused, "Jingheng seems to be quite smart."

Otherwise, the Jing family would not be able to reach the scale it is today.

Why did he meet Jing Ran? It was as if he had lost his IQ. He was so good at even such lowly things as putting a sack on someone and beating them up.

Chen Zhao wondered, "I don't know what hatred or grudges are."

Jingran didn't want to be too devoted to Bo Jiamu before, but now she ignored him and actually turned against him. This was something Chen Zhao didn't expect.

Bo Zhanchen glanced at Dean Zhang on the table, and there was a meaningful flash in his eyes, wondering what else he could be thinking.

At this moment, Jing's mother was still lying in the hospital. He couldn't think of anyone who could make the brother and sister come together to have a convulsion. He couldn't think of anything other than someone related to Jing's mother's illness.

Thinking of this, he said, "Go and hack the hotel surveillance system, call Bo Jiamu by the way, and say..."

"Just tell Chen Yuxin to find him in a remote place."

He leaned back on his chair casually, with a smile in his eyes, "Save a good seat for me, I'll watch the fun."

Chen Zhao glanced at Bo Zhanchen with a meaningful expression, but didn't say anything and turned around to do the work.

the other side.

Jingheng found several female publicists who had a good relationship with Bo Jiamu, but when he called them, Bo Jiamu scolded them all.

Weird.

In the past, dogs always came when they were barked. Is it true that dogs have changed to eating shit?

When he was at a loss what to do, Jingheng suddenly received a message on his phone, "Stairway to the thirteenth floor."

He took a look and saw that it didn't look familiar, but it was the profile picture of a woman, probably the WeChat account of a female publicist who had just called.

Without any doubts, he dragged Jingran downstairs. When he went downstairs, he did not forget to tell Jingran, "Cover your face first, and then take the opportunity to rub your feet on the side to relieve your hatred. Don't Reach out more.”

Jingran obediently took out the plastic bag from her pocket and put it on directly.

The two of them had been sitting on the platform between the 13th and th floors for a long time, but within a few seconds, they heard Bo Jiamu's angry voice coming from outside, "Did I give you less money or something? Are you doing this at this time?" Coming out? I'm on the th floor, where are you? Get out of here quickly!"

Jingran didn't understand what he meant at all, but when she saw Bo Jiamu, she thought of Jing's mother's pale face when she was lying on the hospital bed, and hatred shot up from the soles of her feet.

Today, the rescue was timely and my mother saved her life. She couldn't believe that if something went wrong and something happened to Jing's mother, what would she do?

She didn't even wait for Jing Heng beside her to speak. When Bo Jiamu turned his back to look for someone, she quickly rushed forward and put the sack on Bo Jiamu.

"grass!"

Bo Jiamu cursed lowly, noticed something, and ran out in the direction of the stairs.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Jingran stepped forward and put her foot on his back knee, then stepped forward and pulled the doorknob, locking the fire door directly.

Bo Jiamu hurriedly pulled the sack, his vision went dark, and he cursed through gritted teeth, "You better not let me know who you are, or I will kill you, believe it or not!..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Heng flew down and kicked him aside.

The two of them were silent, fists and feet flying.

Bo Jiamu was wailing at first, but later she found out that when he screamed, Jingran's fist was directed at his face. Although the woman's fist was weak, the joints were clear and thin, and it didn't hurt when it hit his face. But a sharp pain.

And several times, the other party ignored him and hit him in the eye with his fist.

He realized that if he continued like this, he would die, and he quickly begged for mercy, "I'm sorry, I'm really wrong, you guys are so arrogant...ah!"

Jingran kicked her between his legs.