Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

   Chapter 922 How Delicate and Beautiful

"Really. I think the third aunt is really sick, so you can take more medicine when you go back. By the way, is there any brain channel at home? If not, I will send someone to send it to the third aunt. A truck to your house."

  Brain... Brainpath?

   Most of the people at the table couldn't help but chuckle.

   This second young master is too vicious.

   Yuan Huixin's face twitched, and finally she couldn't hang up anymore.

   Bo Zirao, who was beside him, saw Bo Jingxing's faceless sarcastic mother, and his face became ugly.

   "Second brother, you are too much. My mother is your elder no matter what."

"What did I say? Your mother is sick, and I asked her to take more medicine. Is it wrong? It's true that elders should be respected, but we have to see if her words and deeds should be respected. I want to respect..." Does she deserve it? ?

   "Jing Xing!"

   The old man suddenly rang with a scolding voice, interrupting what Bo Jingxing did not intend to say.

  Bo Jingxing shrugged and did not speak.

   Anyway, I have said what I have to say!

   There is nothing to say about continuing!

   pointed to the dish in front of Yuan Huixin, and said to the servant waiting next to her, "Give me that dish instead."

  The table is very big and there are many people. When the servants set the plate, they set it according to everyone's taste.

   The one placed in front of Yuan Huixin is naturally what Yuan Huixin likes to eat.

  The servant glanced at Yuan Huixin, and also knew that Yuan Huixin, as an elder, could not compete with a junior for a dish, so he stepped forward and took the plate away.

   But, where is this one dish thing?

   Yuan Huixin pulled the corners of her lips stiffly, her chest heaving violently.

   Bo Zirui gritted his teeth in anger.

   Yuan Sichun wiped his mouth at this time, his voice soft.

   "Auntie, Ziluo, my sister-in-law was really uncomfortable yesterday. I'm responsible for a lot of this... You guys..."

   She said and bit her lip, her face a little embarrassed.

   Yuan Huixin's face suddenly turned green again.

   tugged at Bo Zirui's arm, and his eyes signaled him to restrain a little.

   After all, Yuan Sichun will have the final say in the Yuan family, and she will naturally give some face on the bright side.

   If this matter goes on, it is inevitable that Yuan Sichun will not be pulled into the water.

  Why didn't Bo Ziradiu hear it?

   There is a table of people now, with the old man sitting on his head, and a cousin next to him. He doesn't have a seizure, so he can only pick up the wine glass next to him and drink it.

  Finally pouring a few glasses of wine, he suddenly stood up and pulled Luo Mei next to him by the way.

   "Mei Mei is going to the bathroom, I'll take her there."

  Luo Mei: "..."

   Although this excuse is lame, no one knows that Bo Jingxing has just been so rude that he didn't drop his chopsticks, so it can be considered that he has a bit of self-cultivation. -

  Bo Zilao took Luo Mei to the bathroom, of course Luo Mei had no desire to go to the bathroom.

   "What are you doing with such a tantrum? Even I can hear it. This time it's your mother who's looking for something first. I don't blame her for not giving her face."

  Bo Ziluo's face darkened instantly, "What did you say?"

  Luo Mei was stunned for a moment, the genes of this Bo family are really strong. At first, apart from his surname Bo, the biggest factor in Bo Ziluo was that he was handsome.

   Now that face is gloomy and cold, and it looks a bit deterrent.

   It tickles her heart, she reached out and grabbed his shoulders, got into his arms, and rubbed her body.

   "Let me tell the truth. But that second young master is still too much. After all, he is an elder, and he really didn't save face just now."

   Thinking of Bo Jingxing's cool and handsome face, he didn't want Bo Zidiao to find fault with him, so he said:

"Let's talk about it, I don't blame your mother or your second brother. Miss Yuan just said that it's her responsibility when your sister-in-law is sick, um... In conclusion, if your sister-in-law is sick, it's her responsibility. If I didn't get sick, what happened tonight wouldn't happen? Your sister-in-law is really delicate, and she didn't appear on such an occasion today, so she's really not that big."

   "Oops..." Luo Mei exclaimed and smiled at him embarrassedly, "Sorry."

   Bo Zirui sunk his face, pursed his lips, and rinsed it off with some disgust.

   "Honey, help me find a sanitary napkin."

  Bo Zirui went out with a sullen face, and found a servant to deliver sanitary napkins to Luo Mei. Hearing the sound from the restaurant, he frowned and found the side door and walked out.

   When he thought of his mother's shameless retaliation by Bo Jingxing just now, his heart sank into anger.

   is so **** arrogant!

  Although the **** words are a bit targeted, can that make him humiliated casually?

What Luo Mei said just now came alive in her mind, "To sum up, if your sister-in-law hadn't gotten sick, what would have happened tonight would not have happened? Your sister-in-law is really delicate, and she didn't appear on such occasions today, so she's really pretending to be. Not the usual big..."

   squinted his eyes, walked forward aimlessly, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and put it in his mouth. -

The weather is good tonight, and it is rare that there is not much wind. A road winds forward. The green plants on both sides are trimmed and placed with a sense of art. There are not many flowers in autumn, and the big flowers have a good smell. .

   Walking across the stone road arch bridge, he walked lightly into a hand-picking corridor, and at the end of the corridor, he saw an arch slightly shaded by greenery, and he suddenly hummed.

   He wanted to see how beautiful and delicate the woman who was spoiled and hidden by Bo Jingchuan, was fascinated by such a man who looked at him with no desires and no desires.

   released his hand on the porch pillar, and he staggered toward the arch.

   (end of this chapter)