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

Bo Jingzhou asked a passerby to help. Handsome men and beauties don’t need to deliberately look concave. As long as it’s not the angle of death in the underworld, even if they are slapped in the face, they will look good.

"Crack."

The screen freezes.

In the photo, Bo Jingzhou holds Shen Wanci from behind, lowering his eyes slightly to look at her, as if she is the only one in the world. His normally sharp features are made extraordinarily gentle by the warm lighting, and his eyes are full of doting. .

Bo Jingzhou took the phone and thanked the person in Italian. The person replied something that Shen Wanci didn't hear clearly, but he didn't understand it even if he heard it clearly.

"What did he tell you?"

She lowered her head to look through the photos, and the man helped take several photos. The background of one of them was blurred, and the blurry neon lights seemed to become gorgeous fireworks all over the sky. Her eyes were full of yellowish warmth.

Bo Jingzhou: "He complimented you on how beautiful you are."

Shen Wanci sent the photo to his mobile phone: "Did he say that you were lucky enough to find such a beautiful girlfriend like me? You should cherish it?"

"No."

Shen Wanci turned to glare at him. This man really had no emotional intelligence at all. At this time, shouldn't he just follow her words?

Sub-questions can be turned into propositions. It is indeed a unique skill of the Poisonous Clam Spirit.

Bo Jingzhou held her hand: "But I made up for it in my heart."

Okay, this emotional intelligence goes up and down.

Even so, Shen Wanci was still happy by him, and the corners of his lips curled up: "You've passed the test, let's go. It's a rare trip, let's go shopping."

Bo Jingzhou sent the photo to Nie Yucheng while it was still hot: "Does it look good?"

The other end first responded to him with a few ellipses, and then asked: "Are you bored?"

Bo Jingzhou didn't reply to him. Anyway, his purpose was to show him the photos. He didn't say anything, but Nie Yucheng had something to say: "What's going on with your body?"

"Wanwan asked you?" If not, Nie Yucheng would not suddenly ask about his physical condition.

"She is worried about you, Jing Zhou. Since you have decided to be with her, you should trust her and be honest with her. You are not married yet. No matter what happens, she should have the right to know. You keep it secret She, if she regrets it after the marriage, legally, your behavior is marriage fraud."

Bo Jingzhou raised his head and looked at the woman not far away who was holding her hair with a hand and bending down to choose accessories. The corners of her lips curled up: "...We'll watch her after she finishes the game."

He put his phone in his pocket and walked to Shen Wanci in a few steps: "Have you chosen the one you like?"

She straightened up and showed the two pairs of earrings she selected to Bo Jingzhou: "Which one looks better?"

Bo Jingzhou: "They all look good, buy them all."

"..."

It was useless to ask. I guess he could praise her beauty without blinking even if she was wearing bird shit.

After standing for too long during the day, Shen Wanci's two soles of her feet were in severe pain. After visiting several stores in a row, the excitement faded, and the suppressed fatigue swept over again, and her legs felt like they were filled with blood. Like lead, every step I take is tiring.

Shen Wanci held a cup of warm milk tea: "I don't want to go shopping anymore, let's go back."

Bo Jingzhou was a grown man and had no interest in shopping. Naturally, he just said what she said, "Okay."

It was a bit late, and it was cold, and it was not the peak tourist season. There were not many people on the streets that were noisy just now. Bo Jingzhou led Shen Wanci slowly to the hotel, "Wanwan, I am going back to China tomorrow. ."

He decided to come to Italy on the spur of the moment, and the two days he could spare were already his limit.

"I have arranged a driver. She can also speak Chinese. You can contact her if you need anything."

Shen Wanci knew that Bo Jingzhou had not been here long, but when he heard that he was leaving tomorrow, it still felt a bit sudden, "Why so fast?"

"The new year has just begun, and the company has a lot of things to do. There are piles of documents to be signed. If I don't go back, the shareholders will make trouble."

"But tomorrow's schedule is all arranged, so I can't see you off."

She had been very busy these two days and had no time to go out alone with Bo Jingzhou. She was still thinking of waiting for her vacation so that they could go to the wishing fountain. She almost vomited after visiting the museum every day.

Bo Jingzhou: "I'm not a child anymore. I still need to give it away. I'll come to see you again when you compete."

He booked a flight back to China at three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, and it was Chen Xu who came to pick him up.

He saw Bo Jingzhou as soon as he came out of the exit, and walked over in a few steps: "Mr. Bo, should I go back to the company, or should I send you back to rest first?"

"..." He frowned and hesitated for a moment, "Go home."

The original plan was to go directly to the company, but he had a headache, probably from sitting on the plane for a long time, and not eating anything during the whole journey, which made him a bit airsick.

"Okay." After getting in the car, Chen Xu handed Bo Jingzhou a document he was rushing to sign: "Mr. Bo, I checked what you asked me to check last time, but there is something wrong with it."

The man's hand, which was about to turn over the documents, paused: "What's the problem?"

Chen Xu explained what he had investigated.

Bo Jingzhou was silent for a moment and frowned slightly: "Continue to send people to investigate."

Passing a large supermarket on the way, he asked Chen Xu to pull over and said, "I'm going to buy something. You go back to the company first. I'll drive back later."

By the way, he had a meal upstairs. During Shen Wanci's absence, he gave the servants a day off. There was probably nothing in the refrigerator now, and he didn't want to get it himself.

Seeing the tiredness on his face and the red bloodshot eyes that were almost connected to each other, Chen Xu felt uneasy about him driving by himself. He always felt that once he gave the car keys to Mr. Bo, he would see it on the social media headlines tomorrow. News about him - the president of a multinational group crashed his car and killed everyone due to fatigue driving, leaving hundreds of billions of assets without anyone to inherit.

"Mr. Bo, why don't I wait for you in the car."

He can still be lazy with confidence, but no one knows how busy he has been these past two days, working overtime until early in the morning every day, and the top of his head is bald.

Bo Jingzhou didn't know the wild thoughts in his mind, otherwise he would have kicked him to the newsroom. It would be too cruel to keep such a talent by his side.

He refused: "No need."

Chen Xu gave up and left. Before leaving, he looked at Bo Jingzhou reluctantly, hoping that he would change his mind.

Bo Jingzhou went upstairs to eat first, and then went down to the shopping mall on the first floor to buy things. His head hurt more and more, as if someone was hammering hard with a hammer. He was pushing the cart with one hand and using the other hand. He rubbed his temples with one hand, trying to relieve his symptoms.

He took a bottle of milk from the refrigerator and was about to look at the production date. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his head that could tear people apart. The pain made his eyes go black. The milk bottle in his hand... It fell to the ground with a bang, the bottle shattered, and white liquid splashed everywhere.

Bo Jingzhou's body swayed, and a hand reached out to support him: "Are you okay?"