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

Jiang Yazhu woke up suddenly when she heard this. She gasped and opened her eyes, only to find that she was lying on the bed at home. Everything just now was a dream.

The fear when she heard that the operation failed still lingered in her heart, making her heart tremble uncontrollably. Until now, her mind was still full of those words. Jiang Yazhu twisted her body left and right, hurriedly looking for her mobile phone.

As a result, before the phone was found, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Bao Rongxuan walked in with a solemn expression and said in a deep voice: "...dead."

Jiang Yazhu was so frightened by his expression when he came in that her heart skipped a beat. She only heard the last two words and felt as if she was lying on the bed. She looked at him with a pale face: "Dead...dead..."

Seeing her pale face, Bao Rongxuan was also startled. He walked a few steps to the bed and sat down. He held her hand and said, "Why are you so scared?"

Although Jiang Yazhu is old, he has taken good care of himself over the years, and his fingers are still white and tender. At this moment, being held by Bo Rongxuan, they were shaking like chaff.

She clutched Bao Rongxuan's sleeve tightly and closed her mouth. She couldn't speak for a long time and her face turned blue from holding back.

Bao Rongxuan was anxious and hurriedly opened the drawer to look for medicine: "Wife, wife, don't worry, if he dies, he will die. Don't get angry..."

He was looking for medicine with one hand and holding Jiang Yazhu with the other. He was afraid that she would fall. He looked forward and backward, looking very embarrassed: "Sister Wang, Sister Wang, hurry up and get a glass of water..."

Jiang Yazhu's tears couldn't stop falling, and her tense emotions seemed to break down in the next second: "Didn't I say that the surgeon was a top expert and professor? They clearly said that Jing Zhou's problem was not serious, how could the operation fail? Where is my cell phone? I want to call Wan Ci and ask her how Jing Zhou is doing..."

Bo Rongxuan's hand holding the medicine trembled: "What operation failed? When did Jing Zhou's operation fail? Isn't his operation scheduled for next Monday?"

"Didn't you mean Jing Zhou..." Knowing that the person who had the accident was not Bo Jingzhou, Jiang Yazhu became less excited: "Who did you say died?"

"Ji Ziyan," after Xie Chuyi's evidence was handed over, the case has officially entered the public prosecution period, but just now the police called and informed him that Ji Ziyan was dead. He committed suicide in the detention center and hanged himself with his clothes.

Before he died, he bit his finger and wrote a sentence on the wall with blood, but there was no need for Jiang Yazhu to know the content.

"???" Jiang Yazhu mechanically turned her head and looked at him blankly: "Who do you think is dead?"

"Ji Ziyan."

She opened the quilt fiercely and ran out without even bothering to put on her shoes. As she ran, she shouted: "Sister Wang, Sister Wang, quickly take out the fireworks I bought last year. Go buy some more. I will invite the whole Kyoto today." of people watching a grand fireworks display."

When Bao Rongxuan reacted, Jiang Yazhu was nowhere to be seen in the room.

He followed him out in a few steps and saw Jiang Yazhu, who was so weak just now that he was about to die at any moment. He was walking towards the garden holding an oversized firework. He was walking as fast as flying, and he didn't look like a patient.

"Yazhu, please wait..."

"..."

Jiang Yazhu ignored him. She was busy instructing the servant: "Hurry up and buy firecrackers, the loudest ones, and ask if there are any fireworks with words after they explode, such as "Good mood every day, today is a good day," Good luck, doubled happiness, etc., buy them all."

Bo Rongxuan held up his forehead: "Yazhu, I know you are very excited, but please don't get excited yet. Fireworks cannot be set off in Kyoto. If you want to do so, you must apply in advance."

The pile on her hand was bought years ago. She originally planned to put it elsewhere, but something delayed her and she couldn't do it.

Jiang Yazhu's eyes widened and she said fiercely: "...Then why are you still standing there? Hurry up and call to apply."

She hadn't smiled like this for a long time since she knew that Ji Ziyan had returned to China. Now seeing that she was in a good mood, the haze in Bao Rongxuan's heart also dissipated. He smiled helplessly: "Okay, I'll make a call now. You can tell me Put down the fireworks, they are too heavy, ask the bodyguards to move them."

……

Half a year later, the airport.

There were many reporters in the crowd at the airport today. They were all like hungry wolves with red eyes, staring intently at the people coming out. They had received internal news that President Bo was returning to Beijing today. So everyone is stuck here, trying to get some information.

Bo Jingzhou left suddenly. When they heard the news, there was no trace of him. Some said he went to recuperate, some said he went abroad to expand business, and some said he died in a car accident. , but they were afraid of affecting Bo's stock price, so they kept it secret.

In short, there are all kinds of mysterious rumors, so as soon as we got the news of his return today, everyone gathered here.

Qin Yuezhi also came. She was wearing a furry hat, and most of her face was buried in the scarf. Her loose hair hung down, covering most of her face.

The people next to him were whispering: "Do you think Bo is really dead?"

"I'm really not sure. Mr. Bo missed out on such a big project some time ago, with a loss of over 100 million. If he was fine, how could he not do anything at all?"

"I also think that Mr. Bo has been in charge of the Bo family for the past six months. He is getting older and his energy is getting weaker and weaker. I heard that what happened some time ago was because he didn't have the energy to do it himself and left it to his subordinates. Such a big basket."

"I heard a piece of news before. I heard that Bo was always harmed by his fiancée. You see, when something happened to him, his fiancée also disappeared. It is said that even the work of the museum was stopped. There must be something fishy in this."

"No way?" The others looked shocked: "But that woman is not a light-hearted person at first glance. With Mr. Bo's family background, what kind of woman have I never seen? Her ex-wife can actually coax Mr. Bo and... She remarried."

"??" Qin Yuezhi was annoyed. The group of people said that Bo Jingzhou was fine. She turned a blind eye and could still take it as a joke, but it was not okay to talk about Wan Ci. They had to let them pass it on, and Wan Ci was not allowed to be Has Porcelain become Sister Jinlian?

She turned around, and her strong temperament instantly increased by eight degrees: "What are you talking about here? Your mother worked so hard for you to go to college just so that you can talk nonsense behind your back like a talkative woman. What’s the root? It’s none of your business that the couple likes to get married and remarry. You talk so much nonsense. Did you eat too much shit last night? Did you hold it in for a long time? It’s so much, smelly and flushed when you open your mouth..."

"Ahem..." Huo Tingdong coughed and asked her to continue scolding. He lost his appetite for today's lunch, "Aren't you here to pick up Shen Wanci for dinner? Don't you think it will be disgusting when you think about it later?"

"Yes," Qin Yuezhi was successfully diverted. She glanced at her watch, "Why haven't they come out yet?"

As soon as she said this, she saw a familiar figure walking out following the flow of people.