The reborn wife is so good at flirting, Mr. Bo spoils her at his own risk

Jingran tilted her head back, trying to avoid the man's touch.

Her eyes drifted towards the door with a guilty look, looking around with a little embarrassment.

"Bo Zhanchen, this is an old house, don't fool around." Jingran warned again uneasily.

But the man's hand was always stuck on her waist. She struggled a few times and couldn't get away, so she simply broke the jar.

In the bird room, Jingran was pushed against the door by Bo Zhanchen, the hem of her silk shirt was pulled out, and her hair was a little messy.

Her hands grasped the man's shoulders, her body trembled, her fair skin revealed a faint pink color, and the halo in her eyes was blurry and alluring.

Because of the unbearable tilt of the head, the neck was stretched into an excellent arc, making people want to take a bite.

Bo Zhanchen's eyes dimmed and he did not miss this excellent opportunity at all.

He was like a hungry wolf unleashed on the enemy. He didn't even give Jingran a chance to refuse, and began to attack the city.

For a moment, Jingran doubted whether she could go out standing today!

Fortunately, Bo Zhanchen still had some sense left and did not really take the last step.

Jingran gasped, her hand hanging on Bo Zhanchen's arm, and it took a while to calm down.

She stared at a red little face and glared at the man fiercely, "If I had known earlier, I would have reported it directly with my real name. Why did you come out to torture me when you were so full?"

Jingran's voice was hoarse, and the mark on her waist from the man's pinch was raw. She pulled at the wrinkled silk shirt, and the more she looked at Bo Zhanchen, the more aggrieved she felt.

This man clearly didn't want their true relationship to be made public, but he still dared to do such a thing under the eyes of Mr. Bo.

Isn't he afraid of revealing his secrets?

I definitely got kicked in the head by a donkey!

Jingran was really unsure sometimes. She really couldn't figure out what Bo Zhanchen was going to do.

She tidied herself up and took two steps to the side as if to avoid suspicion.

Seeing the man's look like he was about to straighten himself out, as if nothing was wrong, she couldn't hold it back and kicked the man on the calf.

"Think of good intentions as a donkey's liver and lungs! If I care about you again, I will take your last name from now on!"

Jingran walked away angrily, and her high heels on the ground seemed to have stomped on Bo Zhanchen's forehead.

He held the door with his hand, suppressing the feeling of heat that surged up, and glanced at the camera in the bird room with his peripheral vision. His eyes were lowered, making it difficult to tell whether he was happy or angry.

When Jingran finally sat down in the restaurant, Bo Zhanchen arrived belatedly.

The two sat face to face, and a message popped up on Jingran's phone.

【Your lipstick is spent. 】

Jingran gritted her back teeth and kicked her legs under the table directly in the direction of the man.

This bastard man still has the nerve to say it!

After Jingran reapplied her makeup, Mr. Bo also arrived.

He sat at the head table, with a straight face, and ordered the servants to serve the dishes.

Mr. Bo's unpredictable eyes moved between Jingran and Bo Zhanchen, leaving people at a loss.

Jingran felt guilty after being stared at, her face almost buried in her rice bowl, and the string in her heart became even tighter.

On the other hand, Bo Zhanchen looked like a normal person, eating and drinking when he should, and he didn't seem to take the incident to heart at all.

Jingran gave him a hard note.

But at this moment, Mr. Bo spoke up, "Why don't you two say anything? Xiaoran, is this bastard bullying you again?"

Jingran quickly shook her head, "No, Grandpa."

She secretly checked herself from head to toe. After making sure that no flaws were exposed, she forced a smile and said, "I'm just a little tired."

Mr. Bo looked at her distressedly and said, "It's hard for you to accompany me today. You are really exhausted with your feet not touching the ground all day long. Let's do this. Don't leave today. Just rest here. What's the matter? Let’s talk tomorrow.”

Of course Jingran didn't want to, "Grandpa Bo, this is inappropriate. Besides, my car is waiting outside. I won't be tired even if there are bodyguards to take me back."

"How can that be done? Just listen to grandpa and sleep here tonight. The room has been tidied up for you."

Mr. Bo made the decision directly and did not even give Jingran a chance to refuse.

Looking at Mr. Bo who was about to leave after dinner, Jingran finally understood where Bo Zhanchen's arbitrary temperament came from!

She glared at Bo Zhanchen fiercely, "When are you leaving?"

Bo Zhanchen slumped on the chair as if he had no bones, and asked confidently: "Why should I leave?"

"Bo Zhanchen, don't go too far!" Jingran gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence, deliberately lowering her voice when speaking, for fear of being heard by others.

But Bo Zhanchen seemed to have made up his mind to go against her.

He curled his thin lips and teased: "This is my home. I want to come back and stay for one night. What's the problem? And did I do anything excessive just now?"

Bo Zhanchen made it clear that he was pretending to be confused, and his playful eyes always fell on Jingran's face.

Jingran put down her chopsticks and simply stood up. She couldn't finish the meal anymore.

She returned to the guest room of her old house and called her family to report that she was safe. She also didn't forget to tell Chen Peipei the takeout address.

It was hard to wait until night. After Jingran took a shower and fiddled with her phone, she was about to fight for three hundred rounds with those who made malicious comments under the post when the door of her room was pushed open from outside.

Jingran looked up subconsciously and saw Bo Zhanchen holding a glass of warm milk and holding it at the door in a daintily manner.

"What are you doing standing there? This is my room." Jingran said firmly.

Bo Zhanchen didn't care at all. He put the milk on the bedside table, went to get a towel, and stood by the bed and wiped Jingran's hair.

The gentle force on that hand was completely different from when he went crazy in the afternoon.

The room suddenly became quiet, and Jingran even thought she could hear the two people breathing together.

She stared at the phone screen in confusion, Bo Zhanchen's face flashing crazily in her mind.

After a few minutes, Jingran couldn't hold back her anger, "Bo Zhanchen, what do you want to do? Can you give me a good time?"

Bo Zhanchen smiled mischievously, "I can't be nice to you? Jingran, when did you become so difficult to take care of?"

"If you don't count against me, you've already treated me well. Bo Zhanchen, there's no need to beat around the bush between the two of us. If you have anything to say, you can just say it directly." Jingran rolled her eyes and snatched the towel from the man's hand. come over.

Bo Zhanchen also followed suit, "I need a fiancée."

Jingran paused, "So? Which girl is so unlucky that you are targeting her again?"

As she spoke, Jingran felt a sour feeling in her heart.

She pretended to be calm and turned to look at Bo Zhanchen, suppressing the emotion in her eyes, and asked without much fluctuation in her voice: "What does Mr. Bo need me to do?"

Bo Zhanchen crossed his arms over his chest with a cynical expression that didn't deserve a beating.

"Aren't I here to ask you? You have more experience. Do you have any good reference opinions?"