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

Shen Wanci was so obedient that she not only escaped, but also closed the door.

Just because there was a drawer of condoms in the bedside table in the master bedroom, she wouldn't mind meddling in this business today. Bo Jingzhou's poor skills...

When she thinks about it now, she still only has one feeling in her mind: pain.

Seeing the woman running faster than a rabbit, Bo Jingzhou's face turned completely gloomy.

Qin Heyi raised his chin and gestured in the direction of the door: "Isn't her meaning clear enough? She doesn't want to move back to the master bedroom."

Bo Jingzhou looked at him condescendingly, his eyes full of disgust: "Jealousy is obvious. Wanwan is my girlfriend now. Do you think that just these broken handcuffs can prevent us from being together?"

Qin Heyi's mood was visibly good to the naked eye: "Well, I'm a little jealous, so for the sake of the mental and physical health of this injured patient like me, you'll have to be gentle and sleep here tonight."

Bo Jingzhou said expressionlessly: "You're fucking dreaming."

He took out his cell phone and prepared to call Chen Xu and ask him to contact someone from the locksmith company.

"Do you want to know what happened when Wan Ci was in high school?" Qin Heyi said in a cynical tone: "She also had a boyfriend at that time, which should be regarded as her... first love."

One sentence made Bo Jingzhou pause in his dialing action: "Say."

……

When Shen Wanci came out of the shower, she heard the buzzing of her cell phone on the bedside table.

Someone called her.

She walked over and looked down at the caller ID.

It's from Jiang Yihe.

Shen Wanci didn't care and just hung up.

After hanging up, she discovered that Jiang Yihe had called her more than ten times, and it only took her ten minutes to take a shower, which was one call per minute.

Shen Wanci was about to put down the phone when the call came again, and it was from Jiang Yihe.

It seemed that if she didn't answer, she would keep calling.

The craze for rescuing people has not yet passed, and reporters have been going to the ward to interview Jiang Yihe from time to time in the past few days. I don’t know whether she hired him with money.

Shen Wanci thought for a while and picked up: "Hello."

Jiang Yihe's pitiful voice came through the receiver: "Wanwan, I'm hungry."

Shen Wanci was so stimulated that she got goosebumps all over her body: "Bo Jingzhou is not here, you are normal..."

Click to speak.

The sound stopped.

She received a WeChat message from the nurse: "Miss Shen, there are many reporters in the ward, saying they want to interview Miss Jiang." Shen Wanci hired two caregivers for Jiang Yihe, one male and one female, and they stayed on the bed every step of the way. She took care of her while taking care of her, and her salary was [-]% higher than the market price. The only requirement was that whenever someone came to visit her, she said they were invited by her.

Are you trying to set a trap for her?

Jiang Yihe felt aggrieved: "You haven't been here all day. I don't even dare to drink more water. I'm afraid that I have to go to the toilet too often and annoy the nurse..."

Just as Shen Wanci was about to speak, he was interrupted by a rapid knock on the door.

She went to open the door.

Outside the door was the bodyguard who was ordered by Bo Jingzhou to take care of Qin Heyi: "Young madam, please go downstairs and take a look. Mr. Bo and that gentleman are fighting..."

With Qin Heyi's current physical condition, a fight with Bo Jingzhou would be a one-sided beating, and he probably wouldn't be able to withstand even one punch.

Shen Wanci didn't care about Jiang Yihe and hurried downstairs: "Why did the fight start?"

Bodyguard: "I don't know. Mr. Bo asked me to guard outside the door. When I heard the noise and went in, the two of them started fighting."

first floor.

The door of Qin Heyi's room was wide open. As soon as Shen Wanci approached, he heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground and the man's groan of pain.

The voice was too vague. Just by listening, I couldn't tell who it belonged to, but I could guess it.

Shen Wanci walked in a few steps and saw both men falling to the ground. The gauze on Qin Heyi's chest that had just been replaced had faint blood stains.

She hurried over and said, "Bo Jingzhou, why did you hit him?"

Bo Jingzhou glanced sideways at her: "You didn't see anything, so you're so sure it was me who beat him?"

His face was cold and gloomy, and there was anger in his voice, but Shen Wanci felt inexplicably like a big dog who had been wronged at this moment, but he was stubborn and refused to show any softness.

Shen Wanci glanced at Qin Heyi, who was lying on his back, and said with some uncertainty: "...He's already like this..."

Can you still hit someone?

"Ha," Bo Jingzhou sneered without explaining. He seemed to be angry, very angry: "Did you have a first love in high school?"

Shen Wanci: "What first love?"

Bo Jingzhou wanted to stand up from the ground, but his wrists were still handcuffed to Qin Heyi, so he could only get up halfway. He kicked his legs: "The man named Qin said so."

Shen Wanci looked at Qin Heyi: "When did I have my first love?"

"You lied to him," Qin Heyi admitted very frankly, kicking the same leg that Bo Jingzhou had just kicked him.

"Are you fucking sick?"

Bo Jingzhou stretched out his hand to grab his collar and pull him up. He had already clenched his fist with his other hand, but Qin Heyi didn't have his shirt on, so he was carrying nothing.

But that punch hit him firmly in the face.

Not heavy, just a little red.

But fighting has little to do with whether it is serious or injured. It is mainly a matter of face.

Qin Heyi turned over and got into a ball with Bo Jingzhou: "The girl I held in my hands and protected, I didn't let her suffer any grievances in high school. After marrying you, not only did you not cherish her, but you also broke her heart. Now If I make you a little jealous, you can’t stand it?”

The phone in Shen Wanci's hand was buzzing with vibrations, all of which were WeChat messages from the nurse: "Miss Shen, Miss Jiang, she keeps crying, her eyes are like faucets, and the quilt is about to be soaked by her. ”

"What she spoke to the reporter was in the dialect of City A, which I couldn't understand either."

"Hey, Miss Shen, why don't you come over? I feel like something is going to happen."