Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

"Yu... Yucheng wants me."

"Shen Wanci, see clearly who I am?"

The lights suddenly turned on, and Shen Wanci saw the man's face clearly, and his pupils shrank suddenly!

"Bo Jingzhou? How could it be you?!"

The man held her chin with extreme indifference on his face, "You should know that I'm not someone to be trifled with if you get into my bed."

"That's not the case, I made a mistake..."

Shen Wanci struggled to push away, but it was too late. A tearing pain hit her, and she was completely swallowed up in the dark night...

Afterwards, Bo Jingzhou threw her a card, and Shen Wanci slapped him!

He touched the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue and smiled sarcastically: "Isn't this what you want, huh?"

One sentence completely crushed Shen Wanci, and she had no room for regret now.

"Bo Jingzhou, I don't want money, I want you to marry me!"

Three years later, Yuting Courtyard.

Shen Wanci watched the entertainment news broadcast on TV. Dancer Jian Weining accidentally fell off the stage, and the scene was chaotic.

A man in a suit walked through the crowd with a cold face, picked up the injured woman, and strode away from the scene.

Although it was just a profile, after three years of marriage, he could still recognize him even if he turned into gray and turned into ashes.

Last night... this man was also lying on the bed and said he would be back early today.

She turned to look at the cold food on the table, which she had worked hard to make all afternoon.

Shen Wanci stood up and walked over, pouring all the food into the trash can.

There were two blisters on the back of her fair hands, which was so ironic compared to her expressionless behavior of serving food at the moment.

After pouring the dishes, Shen Wanci went upstairs and started packing.

She remembered that she and Bo Jingzhou signed a divorce agreement for three years on the day they received the certificate. That was the time when Jian Weining went abroad to study.

Although there are still three months before the agreed time, Jian Weining returned to China early, so the divorce agreement has officially come into effect, right?

Shen Wanci carried her suitcase downstairs, and before leaving, she called Bo Jingzhou.

The man's impatient voice came from the receiver: "What's the matter?"

Listening to his cold voice, Shen Wanci's fingers holding the phone turned slightly white, as if he had forgotten the promise he made last night.

But that's right, how can you believe what a man says in bed?

"Did you have meal?"

Xu didn't want to answer her boring question, so the other end was silent for a few seconds: "If you have nothing to say, just hang up. I'm busy."

One sentence is concise and clear, and then hang up after finishing it.

Later, Shen Wanci drove away and chose the most expensive car in the garage.

Initially, I didn't think it was that special when I was parked among the piles of luxury cars, but when I started driving on the road, the domineering feeling came out.

She went directly to the most upscale seven-star hotel in the city, pulled out a black card and handed it to the front desk, "Presidential Suite, reserved for three months."

The receptionist smiled and took the black card, "Okay madam, the total is fifteen million. You have booked the presidential suite. If you check out early, we will charge a [-]% penalty."

Shen Wan's face didn't change, "Swipe your card."

Tomorrow, she probably wouldn't be able to spend Bo Jingzhou's money.

The divorce agreement she asked her lawyer to draft was to divide the property half and half, but if Bo Jingzhou didn't agree, it would be impossible to force her to leave the house.

After all, the Bo Group's legal team includes top people in the entire industry, and there is nothing they can't do.

In this case, let's spend the money that needs to be spent while she is still Mrs. Bo.

Anyway, if you don’t spend it, it will be left to the mistress.

After swiping the card, the front desk handed over the room card respectfully, "Madam, please keep your room card!"

At this moment, others looked at Shen Wanci as if they were looking at a walking gold-plated rich man...

The operating room of the hospital.

When Bo Jingzhou saw the credit card swiping record, he frowned slightly, not because of the amount, but because the payee was a seven-star hotel.

He frowned and was about to call Shen Wanci when Jian Weining was pushed out of the operating room by the doctor.

She was still wearing dance clothes, and her arms were all scratched by stage decorations when she fell. Now that she has stitches, she looks even more shocking.

And her face was paler than the quilt underneath her.

Bo Jingzhou put away his phone and walked over, "Doctor, how is her injury?"

"There is a slight concussion, soft tissue contusion in many parts of the body, and slight trauma to the spine, but according to the examination results, it is not particularly serious."

Although he didn't suffer any serious injuries, Jian Weining's face was still pale after falling from such a height.

She looked at the doctor and asked anxiously: "Will it affect my career in the future?"

The doctor's answer was very conservative: "It depends on the situation after recovery. This possibility cannot be ruled out."

Jian Weining's eyes suddenly turned red, but she still managed to look at Bo Jingzhou, "Jing Zhou, thank you for today. You can go back first. I can do it myself..."

Before she could finish her words, she was seriously interrupted by the doctor: "No, you have to leave someone to keep an eye on her. A slight concussion is also risky, so you can't joke about it."

Jian Weining moved her lips and wanted to say something else, but Bo Jingzhou said, "I'll stay here tonight, so you can sleep peacefully."

The two have known each other for so long, so Jian Weining naturally knows his temperament, "I'm sorry to bother you, but... do you need me to call Shen Wanci to explain?"

The news is making a big fuss, you should all have seen it.

The man was quiet for a few seconds, then frowned impatiently, "No need."

Bo Jingzhou stayed in the hospital until early in the morning before going back. The servants at home had already started cleaning. Seeing him coming back, they hurriedly said, "Sir, you just came back? Do you want breakfast?"

"kindness."

He hadn't slept all night, and now he had a headache. He rubbed his eyebrows and asked Shen Wanci casually, "Where's my wife?"

"My wife must have gone to the company. I haven't seen her since I arrived."

Bo Jingzhou doesn't like having outsiders at home, and the nanny doesn't live here.

The man looked at his watch. Shen Wanci was still having breakfast at this time on weekdays, so she opened the hotel for him last night?

She didn't come home all night.

Bo Jingzhou's face was a little gloomy, and the nanny didn't notice it. When he brought breakfast, he also held a document in his hand, "Sir, this was given to me by the property management this morning. It said it was a courier sent to you by someone."

His home address is kept confidential, and documents are usually sent to the company. The secretary will review them and then bring them to him if necessary.

He happened to be free at the moment, so Bo Jingzhou didn't think much about it and just took it and opened it.

The eye-catching words "divorce agreement" at the top made the man's already gloomy expression turn cold instantly. He glanced over it, and when he saw the property division item, a sneer escaped from his throat, "Enumerate." It’s quite detailed.”

All the houses, cars, cash, and stocks in his name were divided in half.

Bo Jingzhou: "I dare to think about it."

The nanny on the side didn't dare to answer the conversation. Naturally, she saw the two big words divorce, and she wanted to disappear right now.

The man held the agreement in one hand and took out his mobile phone to make a call with the other hand.

A woman's sleepy voice soon came from the other end of the phone: "What's the matter?"