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

Shen Wanci's blank mind seemed to have been stuffed with certain images. She was so angry that she didn't speak for a while, and on the other end of the receiver, Bo Jingzhou didn't speak either, and the atmosphere became increasingly ambiguous with the sound of his breathing.

Shen Wanci could even feel that his breathing, which had finally calmed down, was sinking again, feeling both lustful and sultry.

The bulging veins on her forehead throbbed: "Bo Jingzhou, can you be more restrained and think about that if I make a phone call?"

The man's voice has become hoarse: "I've been holding it in for too long, I can't control it..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Wanci hung up the phone directly. This bitch's mind was full of pornographic waste. If he was allowed to continue talking, he didn't know what else he would say.

Shen Wanci threw the phone aside, pulled the quilt and planned to continue sleeping, but after closing her eyes, she found that her sleepiness had been wiped out by Bo Jingzhou.

She turned on the light, scrolled through WeChat Moments for a while, and somehow clicked on Lu Feng's WeChat. The last message was when she asked about Jiang Yihe, but Lu Feng didn't reply. She clicked on Moments again, and there was a message. blank.

She wondered if he had blocked her.

But Shen Wanci did not send a message to confirm that Lu Feng was not the person she invited, and he was entrusted by someone to protect her. She was not so shameless that others helped her once or twice before sticking to him. degree.

But because of Lu Feng, Shen Wanci remembered another thing.

In the car in city A, she pulled the prayer beads from the mysterious man's hand.

Shen Wanci opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out the small-leaf red sandalwood Buddhist bead, held it with two fingers, and looked at the light.

In the middle of the purple-black bead is engraved a very small word 'Buddha', which is covered with gold powder. Although it is small, the writing is clear and the writing is sharp. Just looking at it, the fierce momentum can penetrate into the heart. It can be seen that The person who engraves is very skilled.

Other than that, nothing special.

Small-leaf red sandalwood Buddhist beads are not uncommon and are sold everywhere. This kind of translucent oil was also sold later, so she even took the Buddhist beads to the store and asked who had bought them through the word 'Buddha'. , and it is impossible to determine which one it is. Who knows whether the buyer will make an offer or not, and to what extent the offer will be.

Shen Wanci's fingers unconsciously rubbed the word 'Buddha', unless this word was unique.

She put the beads into her bag.

……

The next day.

As soon as Shen Wanci arrived at the museum, he saw Zhao Hongwei hurriedly coming out of the bathroom. He seemed to have encountered something, something was wrong with his whole body, and the muscles in his cheeks were twitching uncontrollably.

She stopped as soon as she saw him.

Zhao Hongwei originally couldn't bear to see her parachute into Class A, but at that time he was just dissatisfied. But this time about repairing the crown, and Director Yu made it clear that she was the designated candidate, he changed from dissatisfaction to her. Resentment.

She didn't want to cause trouble for herself early in the morning, so she planned to stand there and wait for him to leave before leaving.

But Zhao Hongwei rushed straight towards her. Shen Wanci subconsciously took a step away, but still had no time to avoid it.

He was really rushing too fast, like a firecracker.

The two of them collided and fell to the ground.

Zhao Hongwei's eyes fell on Shen Wanci, and he looked at her quietly for a long time, then gave her a meaningful smile, got up and left without saying a word.

Shen Wanci: "..."

Why does this man look so ill?

Because of this moment of distraction, Shen Wanci didn't get up in time. Someone came over to help her: "Brother Zhao, is he possessed by evil spirits? He's smiling so creepily."

Shen Wanci shook his head.

There was a burning pain in her elbow. When she raised it up, she saw that it had accidentally rubbed against the wall when she fell, and a layer of skin had been rubbed off.

She was woken up by Bo Jingzhou in the early morning, and she hadn't fallen asleep since. She was so upset when such a bad thing happened so early in the morning.

As soon as he arrived at the workroom and before he put down his bag, he received a voice message from Chen Xu: "Madam, Mr. Bo has a fever."

Shen Wanci thought of what Bo Jingzhou said in the early morning. Not only was he angry, but he was also so angry that he could smell it from across most of Kyoto.

She was used to typing at work: "When he gets angry, give him a bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine."

Full of anger.

Yu Ting Courtyard.

Chen Xu faced his boss's gloomy gaze, with sweat on his forehead, and carefully handed the phone to Bo Jingzhou, "Mr. Bo, the young lady seems to have misunderstood."

Bo Jingzhou raised his lips towards him. Chen Xu's smile made Chen Xu feel cold all over and his hands and feet became weak: "What level of Mandarin are you at?"

Chen Xu: "...No...no grades."

The major he studied had no hard and fast rules for Mandarin exams.

Bo Jingzhou: "I'm going to register for the exam tomorrow. If I can't pass the first grade, then don't come to work."

Chen Xu: "..."

He's not a broadcaster or host, so why does his Mandarin have to be so standard?

But he didn't dare to say this, for fear that Mr. Bo would tear him apart.

Mr. Bo has been divorced for so long, and there is not a single woman around him who is willing to take care of him, let alone a long-term woman. Men who are dissatisfied with their desires are the most terrifying, and they are prone to physical and mental problems.

Bo Jingzhou didn't know what he was thinking in his heart at the moment. Seeing that he didn't speak, he raised his head and pressed his eyebrows: "What you said just now, tell her again. No voice or text is allowed this time."

Chen Xu felt that his resentment at the moment could feed the three Evil Sword Immortals: "Young Madam, Mr. Bo has a fever."

Shen Wanci: "Then go find a doctor and tell me whether I can be cured or can I undergo surgery?"

Chen Xu stared at the three * numbers. The young lady probably wanted to collect the body, but she was worried that it would be unlucky in the morning, so she used * numbers instead.

It's quite good.

In the weather in May, Chen Xu shivered from the cold, "Young Madam, she may not be in a good mood. Although she doesn't like to see you, she should speak tactfully."

Bo Jingzhou's frowning eyebrows relaxed slightly because of his words, and the cold air that was constantly released also subsided: "Go and find out what happened to her."

museum.

After Shen Wanci finished sending that sentence, he threw the phone aside and devoted himself to the day's work.

Director Yu came in from the outside: "Suddenly I received a notice that the superiors are coming to inspect. They will be there in a moment. Everyone, be prepared and do whatever you have to do. Don't be nervous."

Just write a work report at the beginning of the month and go through the process. The people who can work here are veterans who have experienced many battles. What can go wrong when dealing with a bunch of dead things.

After half an hour.

The leaders who came to inspect arrived, and Director Yu personally went to pick them up. A group of people in suits and leather shoes entered the museum. The first thing they saw was the crown, which was currently being repaired.

"We attach great importance to this tiara. It is a national treasure belonging to our country. It must be returned to our hands. But what is good is that Miss Teresa has verbally agreed that regardless of whether it can be repaired or not, it will be restored." This tiara was donated to our museum.”

At this point, his tone changed: "But despite this, we still have to pay more attention. Now the eyes of our colleagues abroad are looking at us and feel that we can't cultivate well. Everyone here is the top leader in this field. We cannot let them You underestimated us.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Hongwei knocked on the door and came in. He looked at Shen Wanci with a look of pain and nervousness on his face, but he couldn't hide the gloating in his eyes: "Director Yu, something happened."