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

Jingran was done cleaning up, and she lost her temper, so she pulled Jingheng and ran away.

Bo Jiamu waited until they were far away before he dared to move. He reached out and lifted the sack on his head. With trembling hands, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed a number. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go check it out, De Yue Lou." All surveillance! Also, get me that dead woman Chen Yuxin, if I can’t kill her, I won’t be named Bo!”

He, Bo Jiamu, has lived for so many years and has always had to deal with wind and rain. Now he was beaten with a sack on the stairs. How could he have the face to see others?

While he was talking, he accidentally pulled the wound. He hissed in pain and subconsciously reached out to touch his face. He was so angry that he wanted to kill everyone.

Not only on his face, but also on his body, every bone seemed to hurt. It was impossible for him to stand up.

"Call two people to come up and call a car to take me to the hospital."

The person on the other side subconsciously asked, "Master Bo, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

Bo Jiamu didn't want to say anything, but he was angry and said angrily, "I asked you to do something, not to interrogate me!"

The person on the other end was too frightened to speak, so he quickly agreed and hung up the phone.

After a while, several men in suits came down from the stairs. When they saw Bo Jiamu sitting on the ground covered in gray, his hair was messy and messy, and he didn't look like his usual suave self, he couldn't help but pursed his lips. .

Now Bo Jiamu was acting like a homeless man under an overpass, fearing that the women who usually chased him would shy away if they saw him.

Holding back the laughter that was about to come out, the two of them put on sad faces and rushed down exaggeratedly, "Master Bo! What's wrong with you? Were you beaten?"

Another said, "Who is so brave that he dares to put a sack on you in Deyuelou?"

Bo Jiamu was already in pain and irritated all over. Hearing this, he couldn't help but glance at them, "You want you to remind me? Why don't you send me to the hospital quickly!"

The two touched their noses and hated Bo Jiamu's attitude, but who made him the only heir to the Bo family!

They could only hide their slander towards Bo Jiamu in their hearts. They still looked polite on the surface. They stepped forward to lift him up and were about to leave the stairs and take the elevator.

Bo Jiamu was so angry that he almost slapped these two idiots out, "Don't you think it's enough that I'm embarrassed?! You want to send me out for an exhibition? Take the stairs!"

The two had no choice but to turn around and walk down the stairs.

Bo Jiamu's legs couldn't touch the ground at all, and all the weight of his body fell on their shoulders, leaving his body hanging in the air.

The people on both sides had to cooperate very well to prevent him from falling to the ground. He even felt that his shoulders were being pulled off. They endured all the way to the first floor, and then to the underground garage on the next floor. The three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

What a coincidence, the three of them stepped onto the stair landing on the first floor, and the fire door in front of them was suddenly pushed open.

Bo Zhanchen, still holding a cigarette case in his hand, appeared at the door and suddenly faced the three of them.

Bo Zhanchen raised his eyebrows, "Hey, what new way is this?!"

Bo Jiamu has never felt so embarrassed as he does now, still in front of Bo Zhanchen, a loser.

He may have been having a bad time recently. It seemed like he could bump into Bo Zhanchen anywhere, and he would be unlucky if he bumped into him.

Suddenly, Bo Jiamu narrowed his long eyes and looked at Bo Zhanchen who was obviously gloating about his misfortune, but showed no signs of surprise. A thought suddenly came to his mind:

The two idiots who beat him with sacks couldn't be Bo Zhanchen, right?

Otherwise, how could he happen to appear here?

I'm afraid I'm not just here to see his jokes!

The two people supporting Bo Jiamu were about to speak, but Bo Jiamu was the first to interrupt, "Don't you know better than anyone else what's wrong with me?"

With a smile on his face, Bo Zhanchen casually smoked a cigarette from the cigarette case and held it in his mouth. His tone was carefree and indescribably irritating, "I'm not a roundworm in your belly. How do I know what's wrong with you? It can't be the case. Was he beaten?"

Bo Jiamu has now determined that it was Bo Zhanchen who did it!

He gritted his teeth and said, "Bo Zhanchen, just wait!"

Bo Zhanchen raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't worry, I'm waiting."

Bo Jiamu didn't know how he got downstairs. He tried his best to get on the bus, but because of the pain in his buttocks, he could barely touch the seat. He could only lie half-ly on the seat and took out his mobile phone to Pei Shuzhen. While making a phone call, he hit the two people in front of him because he braked too fast, including but not limited to several generations of the other person's ancestors.

He scolded the two people in front of him until their faces turned blue, and no one said anything along the way.

The hospital Bo Jiamu went to was in the Second City Hospital, which was the same hospital as Jing's mother. When it came to the emergency room, Mr. Bo and Pei Shuzhen had already arrived.

As soon as Bo Jiamu entered the door, Pei Shuzhen rushed over and cried, "Who on earth is so brave that he dares to hit Bo's family!"

Bo Jiamu was pulled to a painful spot on his arm by her. His face was so painful that he couldn't speak at all.

Pei Shuzhen quickly retracted her hand, tears falling down her face. She turned to old Mr. Bo who was sitting on the chair and said, "Dad, look, who in the whole capital doesn't know Jiamu! How dare you do such a cruel thing?" Aren't you shitting on our Bo family? You must make the decision for Jiamu!"

Mr. Bo frowned when he heard this, but Bo Jiamu being beaten was indeed a big deal. He signaled, "Let the doctor take a look first!"

Only then did the doctor on the side have the opportunity to step forward and found a soft stool for Bo Jiamu to sit on. His eyes fell on Bo Jiamu's face and asked, "Where does it hurt?"

Bo Jiamu bared his teeth and said, "My face, body, everything hurts."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the room looked at him inexplicably.

The doctor even thought he had heard wrongly, so he reached out to look at the side of his face and asked again, "Where did you say you were hurting?"

Bo Jiamu was irritated by his seemingly light but actually very painful movement and said out of breath, "Face! Can't you see the bruises on your face?"

The doctor's mouth twitched, he quickly retracted his hand, and continued to ask with an unclear expression, "Does it hurt anywhere else?"

Bo Jiamu tried to raise his legs, "Someone kept kicking me on my legs. I feel like my bones are about to break. Please show me quickly."

The doctor bent down and reached out to help him lift up his trousers to his knees, exposing his entire calf.

But when Bo Jiamu saw his calf, his eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face, "What's going on?"

How come it hurts so much but the leg is intact?

Not even a trace of bruise.

"You don't have it on your face either."

The doctor's expression was hard to explain, but he still explained in a professional manner, "On the surface, there is indeed no external injury."