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

"Miss Xie," Bo Jingzhou interrupted her, his cold eyes falling lightly on her, "If nothing else happens, my wife and I are going to have dinner."

Xie Chuyi naturally understood such an obvious eviction order. Her eyes were red and her voice was trembling: "Sorry, I shouldn't talk too much..."

No matter how much, not a single word can be said.

He walked so fast that he even forgot that Hanhan was sitting next to him, and his knee accidentally bumped into her small body.

"Sister," Hanhan had stopped eating the cake a long time ago. He was looking up at her timidly, not daring to say a word even though he was hurt by the impact.

Xie Chuyi took the little girl's hand and left quickly.

Hanhan looked back at the half-eaten piece of strawberry cake on the table, reluctantly licked her lips, but still followed Xie Chuyi obediently.

After walking to a place where Bo Jingzhou and Shen Wanci could not see, Xie Chuyi stopped, turned around, and took a deep look in that direction——

She wanted to see if they could be more affectionate than Jin Jian.

"Sister, did Hanhan not do the right thing?" The little girl is very good at observing people's words. "I followed what my sister told me. My brother has no doubts..."

Xie Chuyi covered her mouth and said, "Hanhan, be good, what happened just now is our little secret and cannot be heard by others."

In the restaurant, Shen Wanci was slowly flipping through the menu. The things on the table had been cleared. At first, Bo Jingzhou was still worried about how he would explain to Xie Chuyi if she asked her about her half-sentence, but he waited. I waited until she asked.

She didn't ask, but Bo Jingzhou became unhappy: "You don't have anything to ask me."

"Yes, what's delicious?"

"..."

Shen Wanci waited for half a minute, and no one around her said anything. She turned to look at Bo Jingzhou, her delicate and beautiful face full of doubts: "Didn't you recommend this restaurant? You don't know what's delicious. ?”

"It doesn't taste good." Bo Jingzhou already had a severe headache, but now it hurt even more. He pressed his temples and could clearly feel his veins beating under his fingertips. "I have a headache. I don't want to talk."

These words were not entirely out of anger. Afraid that Shen Wanci would see the clues, he closed his eyes and turned his face to the other side.

The next second, a pair of weak, boneless hands fell on his temples, taking over his actions.

Shen Wanci had never studied systematically, and her massage skills could not be said to be good, let alone achieve the pain-relieving effect that Xie Chuyi had. But Bo Jingzhou still felt much better when her slightly cold fingers touched his skin. , the feeling like someone was using a drill to cut off my head disappeared.

He explained the cause and effect of his encounter with Xie Chuyi.

Shen Wanci raised his eyebrows with unknown meaning: "The fate between you and Miss Xie is indeed quite deep."

Bo Jingzhou: "..."

This hermaphrodite's skills are becoming more and more proficient. He knows that the frequent encounters between him and Xie Chuyi must be intentional. He still can't guess her purpose of doing this. Does she like him? But every time they met, his attitude towards her was very cold, with the words "I don't want to pay attention" engraved on his face. As long as she didn't have a masochistic tendency, she probably wouldn't be interested in him.

Moreover, it seems that my headache symptom will recognize its owner.

If Xie Chuyi was born in a medical family, or was a doctor with excellent medical skills, no matter how bad he was, he would have been taught by others, but she was neither of these. Such an ordinary intern could achieve other professor-level achievements. Something even doctors can’t do.

Seeing that he was in a trance, Shen Wanci said in a strange tone: "Looking at you, you seem to be thinking about it. Why don't you chase her back? I'll give her my seat and thoughtfully order a candlelight dinner for you."

Bo Jingzhou: "I didn't."

Shen Wanci didn't say anything. She concentrated on massaging him. While massaging him, she complained in her heart: My hands are so sore. Why doesn't this person stop?

"Wanwan, what would happen to you if I really didn't remember you?"

Bo Jingzhou was testing. In order not to appear deliberate, he deliberately changed into a relaxed and cheerful tone, more like a joke.

Shen Wanci didn't study psychology, let alone the roundworm in his stomach, so she didn't realize his true intention. She retracted her hand, took out her phone, and said to him with a mysterious face: "I'll show you something."

She clicked on the photo album on her phone and said, "I've already arranged the numbers. I'll change them one every week, which will last for several years. Then I'll take them to show you in front of them every day."

As soon as Bo Jingzhou got close to him, he received a double blow to his spirit and body. The screen was filled with handsome muscular men of all styles, some wearing flying fish suits, some wearing ancient costumes, some without shirts, and some with their shirts open. The clothes were half exposed, and the wet body was tempting. He even saw a picture with only key parts mosaic...

The man's face turned blue with anger, and he slapped his palm on the screen of her mobile phone, blocking the pile of dirty things that were eye-catching: "Chen Xu said that you were very sad every day during the time when I disappeared."

"It was very sad at first, but aren't you still alive? You just forgot about me. I think you love me so much. Even if you don't remember, you definitely want me to live well in your heart instead of feeling sad for you every day." She pretended not to see Bo Jingzhou's distorted facial expression, and said sincerely: "For the sake of our love, I have to reassure you."

Bo Jingzhou gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Don't even think about it. Even if I don't remember anything, you can't be with another man. Did Qin Yuezhi send you these photos?"

There will be no one but her.

He also asked Yelan's manager today, and he only mentioned "the woman who kept more than 20 young masters", and the other party directly reported Qin Yuezhi's name.

When it comes to the wealthy and powerful customers in Yelan, Qin Yuezhi is definitely not on the list. When it comes to being called the most masters in a private room, she can't be ranked. But among those who have called more than 20 people by one person, she is definitely the first. indivual.

Shen Wanci coughed dryly. Although Qin Yuezhi usually shared pictures of beautiful men with her, these pictures... were really not sent by her.

"No."

It was strange that Bo Jingzhou would believe her. He pushed the phone to her with a cold face: "Delete the photo."

His head hurt even more, this time from anger.

When Shen Wanci deleted the photos, Bo Jingzhou was also sending messages on his mobile phone.

A minute later, Shen Wanci's phone began to vibrate crazily, so frequently that her palms were numb. At the top of the screen, notifications for new WeChat messages kept flashing.

The message was from Qin Yuezhi. First, a round of crazy screaming pictures flooded the screen, and then he started talking: "Is Bo Jingzhou crazy?"

"Has he been tricked into falling in love with me?"

With pictures, shivering.

"He just gave me a million dollars."

With pictures, a record of a one million payment.