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

"It seems that I haven't been taught enough lessons, and I still dare to speak harshly."

He calls this a lesson?

Shen Wanci got up from the sofa angrily and said, "Yes, I can still be tough, but some people can't be tough at all!"

Based on his understanding of Bo Jingzhou in the past three years, he would not do anything to her, otherwise she would not have to remain a widow for three years!

In order to keep this marriage, she had done both soft and hard things, provoking or seducing her, but in the end she got the man's disdain and sneer.

He must have been burned out by alcohol just now, so that's why... Now he has that cold look again, so he must be sober.

"If you want to leave, leave quickly. I won't send you away!"

After saying these words, Shen Wanci turned around and went up to the guest room on the second floor. After some tossing, most of her drunkenness dissipated. She forced herself to go to the bathroom and take a shower. When she came out, she heard the sound of a car driving away from downstairs. sound.

She knew where Bo Jingzhou was going. When he pressed her just now, she felt the vibration of his cell phone in his trouser pocket more than once.

Shen Wanci opened the curtains and looked at the rainwater meandering down the glass windows. Everything was shrouded in hazy rain and mist.

It was true love. Even such heavy rain could not stop him from meeting his sweetheart.

……

The hotel where Jian Weining stayed was booked by the dance troupe. When Bo Jingzhou arrived, Tao Qingyi was waiting for him in the lobby.

"President Bo..."

Bo Jingzhou nodded and stepped straight into the elevator, "What's going on?"

Tao Qingyi looked embarrassed and just shook his head, "She is recovering from her injuries during this period. I am busy handling follow-up business. The specific situation is not very clear. I'll let Aning tell you."

When he arrived at the door of room 1709, Bo Jingzhou knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened slightly from the inside...

Jian Weining carefully checked the person who came. After seeing clearly that it was Bo Jingzhou, she pursed her lips and threw herself into his arms!

She was wearing a hotel bathrobe, her hair was disheveled, her face without makeup became increasingly pale and bloodless, her eyes were red, and she looked like she had just cried.

There is no messy perfume smell on the woman's body, only a faint scent of shower gel.

But Bo Jingzhou frowned and held her shoulders, helping her stand firm: "Aning, don't do this."

Jian Weining didn't expect him to push her away like this, and looked up in surprise, with tears still in her eyes, looking very pitiful.

"You...would never push me away before."

"I am married."

Bo Jingzhou didn't explain much, but Jian Weining understood.

"You and her are just in a contract marriage, not to mention you are about to get divorced..." Jian Weining's mood collapsed a little. The fear of the past few days broke out because of his deliberate alienation, and tears rolled down uncontrollably.

Bo Jingzhou didn't want to say more, so he brought back the topic: "What's going on?"

Jian Weining saw that he was just standing outside the door with no intention of entering the room. She laughed to herself: "In order to avoid suspicion, do you have to say yes here?"

Bo Jingzhou frowned, but entered the room anyway. Tao Qingyi, who was still standing outside the door, took a step back, wanting to leave space for the two of them to talk alone.

Men are all animals that think in their lower body. Aning is so beautiful, and the two of them had a relationship before. A man and a woman are alone in the same room, how can they not go off?

When the rice is cooked, what's going on with the fake wife?An Ning no longer has to worry!

However, before she could move and leave, she heard Bo Jingzhou's faint voice: "You don't have to leave. As her agent, you have to handle this matter well."

Jian Weining finally waited for the opportunity to be alone in a room with Bo Jingzhou, but he was so decisive.

"Jing Zhou, Sister Tao has been busy handling my business recently. She came right away when she heard something happened to me. Why not let her first..."

Let her rest.

But she didn't have a chance to speak, and was interrupted by Bo Jingzhou. The man's face and tone were a bit cold: "You are the one in her hands. If her ability can only go so far, then I will consider changing you to another one." broker."

"You..." Jian Weining shed tears silently, and a smile uglier than crying appeared at the corner of her mouth, "In this case, why are you here? You go, you don't need to worry about my affairs, I will solve it myself, and it will be me if I die. ask for it……"

Tao Qingyi hurriedly tugged on her arm, "What are you talking about? Mr. Bo has already come here, how could he not care about you? You are afraid of being photographed by reporters standing at the door, causing gossip and making things difficult for Mr. Bo. Why? Why can't we talk it over properly? If you have to be so stubborn, I don't know who you are following this temper!"

As she spoke, she winked at Jian Weining again, and her meaning was clear: Today is different from the past, and she would only push people further away without getting any benefits.

Jian Weining bit her lips until they turned white and said nothing, which was regarded as acquiescence.

After a few seconds of silence, Tao Qingyi also entered the room. She turned around and wanted to close the door, but as soon as her hand touched the doorknob, the man was keenly aware of something and his eyes were cold.

He said, "Keep the door open."

Tao Qingyi quickly retracted his hand, "...Okay."

Jian Weining said "ha", which sounded like he was mocking.

Bo Jingzhou glanced at the layout of the room. All the curtains were closed, blocking out any light.

"What's the specific situation?"

Jian Weining cried hard when she called him, and her voice was shaking so much that he could only hear a few sporadic words: tracking, footsteps, surveillance.

Jian Weining didn't answer. Even if Tao Qingyi winked at her until the corners of her eyes twitched, she remained unmoved at all.

If it were before, Bo Jingzhou would have softened his attitude to coax her, but now...

All he could do was frown impatiently and ask questions.

Tao Qingyi saw that the two of them were about to quarrel again, and said hurriedly: "A Ning said that someone has been following her during this period, and sometimes knocks on her door. Several times she heard footsteps in the middle of the night... There was a crazy person before. Fans courted An-Ning and seemed to be mentally disturbed. After being rejected, they always felt unwilling and often went to An-Ning's performances to squat and sometimes harassed her backstage. That's why An-Ning is so scared now."

Bo Jingzhou: "I will ask someone to investigate this matter."

There was a slight movement outside. He was close to the door. He pushed open the half-open door and stepped out. He was face to face with the person holding a camera in the corridor to take pictures!

The man was stunned and turned around to run, but he was stopped by Bo Jingzhou after just a few steps -

A howl like a slaughtering pig came, and the camera in his hand fell out!

Bo Jingzhou held his hand behind his back, put one knee on his back and pushed him down to the ground, "During this time, are you following Jian Weining?"

The man's face turned pale in pain and sweat broke out on his forehead. "I just took... a photo. I didn't mean to hurt Miss Jian."

"reporter?"

Dancers are considered semi-public figures, so it is not uncommon for paparazzi to follow them.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple," Tao Qingyi looked through the photos in the camera, "They are all photos of Mr. Bo and Aning together. If he were a reporter, he wouldn't just take these, and he didn't have a press card."

Bo Jingzhou lifted the man's arm and let out another miserable scream. During the struggle, a stack of business cards fell out of his pocket.

The title reads: Marriage Detective.

Bo Jingzhou raised his eyebrows, picked up the business card with his free hand, and looked at it over and over: "Who sent you here?"

He raised the man's arm little by little, his movements slow and unhurried.

But the man was so tortured by his slow motion that he lost half his life. He gasped and moaned in pain: "It's Mrs. Bo. She asked me to take pictures of evidence of your cheating. She wanted to divide more property during the divorce lawsuit... …”