Flash marriage on the plane, Mr. Li spoiled her so sweetly

"I don't need to think about it carefully. I have been thinking about it for a long time." Mrs. Bo's voice was as calm as a cold pond. "Marriage requires a good match, but a good match refers to the person, not the status. Compared with before, Ziqing has only lost her status as the daughter of the Qin family. Her education, her knowledge, her abilities, which one is not a match for Ayang? She is much better than that daughter of the Lin family."

Bo's father disagreed with her and retorted: "What ability does she have? Isn't it because she relies on the Qin family?"

"Then what abilities does the person you chose have? Doesn't she rely on the Lin family?"

After being refuted in the same way, Mr. Bo was so angry that he was fuming. He stared at his wife, trying to suppress her with his authority.

Mrs. Bo faced his gaze calmly, without any intention of compromise, and was particularly firm: "I don't agree with you interfering in Ayang's marriage. He is already a qualified heir, and there is no need for him to sacrifice his marriage. If you don't like it, then while you can still have children, give birth to another child as an heir and teach him hand in hand."

"Who should I give birth to? You?" Bo's father gritted his teeth in anger.

Mrs. Bo looked indifferent: "I can't have children anymore. There are many people out there who are willing to have children for you."

"Ning Enhui, you are disrespecting our marriage!" Bo's father roared.

"No contempt, just giving you a suggestion, because I will not give in."

"Humph, if you don't give in, I won't give in either. As long as I'm alive, Qin Ziqing can't marry my son. You like Qin Ziqing so much, just take her in as your goddaughter. I don't care about that!"

Mrs. Bo looked at him as if he were a fool and turned away.

Bo's father was furious and strode after her, walking side by side with her.

Mrs. Bo said calmly: "You'd better stay away from me. I don't want to have a time bomb around me."

"Haha, you didn't open the road, why do you care where I go?"

Mrs. Bo: “…”

Never mind. He won’t go to the hospital to disturb his son anyway, so let him stick around.

Mrs. Bo can divorce or not, because she does not have much interpretation of marriage. In her opinion, it is the same whether she marries Bo's father or someone else. She has compromised with life. After unloading the responsibility for the Bo family, she only hopes that she and her son can live happily.

Several people lived on the same floor, so it was inevitable that they would meet each other. Qin Ziqing sent a courier back and met Mrs. Bo and Father Bo who had both returned at the elevator.

"Auntie." Qin Ziqing greeted with a smile.

Mrs. Bo also gave her a doting smile: "Why are you still out so late? Are you going to work overtime?"

"No, I bought some Blue City specialties and sent them back to my relatives and friends."

"Is that so? Then do you have time to give me some local specialties? I also want to see what local specialties Blue City has. I'll treat you to a meal to thank you someday when I have time."

"Sure." Qin Ziqing agreed happily.

The two of them were talking face to face, and Bo's father was completely ignored. He couldn't help but speak up to make his presence felt: "It's late, it's time to go back and rest!"

Mrs. Bo also said to Ziqing: "Come in first, your uncle Bo and I have something to do."

Qin Ziqing didn't ask any more questions, walked into the elevator and pressed the floor button.

Watching the elevator close, Bo's father asked in confusion, "What else do we have to do?"

"No, I was just saying it casually." I just didn't want to make Ziqing feel embarrassed!

Bo's father realized this belatedly, and his face turned dark with anger. He kept gasping for air, and his chest rose and fell violently.

When he reached the top floor, he followed Mrs. Bo into the room. Mrs. Bo was slightly startled: "Do you have anything else to do?"

"No!" Bo's father sat down on the sofa with a swagger, holding a blue and white porcelain teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.

Mrs. Bo looked at him in silence for a few seconds without saying anything. She walked to the bed, opened the suitcase, took out her pajamas, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Mr. Bo lowered his eyes and drank tea, listening attentively to the noises around him. When he saw that his wife did not chase him away but went into the bathroom to take a shower, he finally let go of his anxious heart and breathed a sigh of relief.