Chu Qianqian asked about her concerns and stuck out her tongue apologetically.

Although she knew that Bo Jingxing was the son of the Bo family, the base camp of the Bo family was far away in the capital.

Judging from what Bo Jingxing said in the beginning, he and Mr. Wei had only met several times...

And she had just offended the bastard father and son. If she couldn't do it, she would ask Chu Xinian to come forward to save the scene?

With a question mark on his head, Chu Qianqian started the game worriedly.

With her slender fingers clicking the button, she looked at the game character with Moshi's dry head on the screen and heard Bo Jingxing's low and elegant voice: "What are you going to do if he doesn't come?"

Chu Qianqian was a little trembling, and she was a little hesitant in the movement of the joystick. The character who belonged to her immediately lost one-third of her blood bar.

Focusing on the game again, she thought, "This is the twelfth floor, and there is a security guard at the door. It is impossible to escape secretly. Could you just call the police?"

"Call the police can let the hotel owner release him, but he cannot punish the young man for what he did." Bo Jingxing looked at her with a funny look: "Are you willing?"

When Chu Qianqian thought of the dog coming to apologize and never forgot to harass her, she pressed the game controller very unhappy and said aggrievedly: "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, as long as it doesn't implicate you."

Speaking of this, Chu Qianqian suddenly realized: "Ah, no wonder you didn't let me call the police just now."

"Um."

Bo Jingxing's eyes were placed on the screen again and said lightly: "Since Miss Chu is the object I am trying to date, of course I will be responsible for you."

Responsible for something...

Chu Qianqian nodded uneasyly, and her snow-white cheeks rose to heat.

She is not a fool. Even though she knows that she is pretty, she doesn't believe that Bo Jingxing will fall in love with her at first sight.

So, he is playing the role of his boyfriend, and she has experienced his gentleness and calmness, and she really wants to turn the role-playing game into reality.

Secretly thinking about how to conquer Bo Jingxing, Chu Qianqian looked at the female character wearing a bikini on the screen and decisively chose the roundabout route.

When she was abroad, she had never dated a gentle boyfriend, nor did she have friends like Bo Jingxing.

According to the standard of feathers flying together, the real Chu Qianqian will definitely not be favored by Bo Jingxing. She must hide her nature and act carefully!

Keeping this horoscope in mind, Chu Qianqian moved to the side without any trace, keeping a distance from a man like a lady from a noble family, so as not to see through her thoughts.

Taking all Chu Qianqian's small movements in his eyes, Bo Jingxing was thinking about whether his answer would make her dissatisfied.

After thinking about it, he gave a positive answer: "Don't worry, Wei Sanhui came."

"Ah?...Oh."

Chu Qianqian blinked and almost forgot about this.

Since the bastard and his son would not rush into the room to cause trouble, she was happy to seize the opportunity to get along with Bo Jingxing alone, hoping that the slower Mr. Wei would come, the better.

However.

Her wish was quickly shattered.

The door knocked again, but it seemed very polite this time compared to the previous chaotic noise.

Chu Qianqian is about to open the door.

Bo Jingxing raised his hand and pressed her shoulders and opened the door himself.

Outside the door, the bastard and his son returned, looking at Bo Jingxing's expression was very complicated.

Behind them were a few fierce men, which were more like blocking their escape route than protecting them.

In addition, the uncle in Tang suit stood in the most eye-catching position with a smile, and said respectfully: "Mr. Bo, after receiving your notice, I, Mr. Wei, came over immediately, but unfortunately I was a little far away.

I’ll forgive you, forgive me.”

At this moment, Chu Qianqian tiptoed behind Bo Jingxing, and looked at the stranger at the door.

Master Wei San?

He is known as an old man, but he is like a shrewd businessman when speaking and doing things. He can really convince the bastard and the father and son.

Bo Jingxing nodded slightly and asked indifferently: "Wei San, have you heard about the incident?"

"I heard that it was all the fault of Zheng Jiawen and his son!"

Frowning indignation, Master Wei San turned his hand and slapped Zheng Jiawen, "Bastard, I just said that your son caused disaster and caused trouble. Now, now, why don't you kneel down to Mr. Bo quickly and beg him for forgiveness?"

The crisp slap was steady and fierce, and Zheng Jiawen's face turned pale and he gritted his teeth and did not dare to speak.

He spent decades to make a fortune of over 100 million, but he didn't want to live a life that looked at people's faces. He didn't expect that today is even no better than before!

Silently thinking that a little impatience would cause trouble, Zheng Jiawen pulled the corners of his lips with difficulty and spat out a mouthful of blood: "Sing Yi, apologize to Mr. Bo immediately!"

Seeing his father being beaten, Zheng Xuanyi was stunned.

When he heard his father really asked him to kneel down to admit his mistake to Bo Jingxing, he felt unbelievable fear and anger surged into his heart at the same time.

Staring at Master Wei San, who was acting as a friend, Zheng Xuanyi said angrily in a hoarse voice: "Master Third, my dad just gave you two million. Is your speed of turning against you too fast..."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Jiawen's face changed and he raised his legs and kicked him to the ground: "Shut up, how much trouble do you want to cause me?"

"Eh?" Master Wei San raised his hand and scratched his ears. The expression on his face was still a smile, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "Boy, your father has nothing to say, it's your turn to speak?"

Zheng Xuanyi couldn't help but pounce on Bo Jingxing's feet, staring at the man's handmade leather shoes with both eyes, and clenched his fists angrily.

Bo Jingxing was still too lazy to see him, but just said to Mr. Wei San: "I will leave this matter to you. Please explain to this Miss Chu for the follow-up matter."

As he said that, he gently pushed Chu Qianqian in front of him: "Miss Chu, tell Wei San your number."

Chu Qianqian was a little panicked and said at a loss: "This is not very good..."

Although she really wanted to see the bastard and his son accept punishment with her own eyes, Zheng Xuanyi had already kneeled in front of her. Even if she was not willing, she seemed to be able to survive and there was no need to pursue it anymore.

"Miss Chu, this is the compensation for you." Master Wei San smiled and took out the check and said meaningfully: "Of course, this is just the beginning."

He looked at the check that had more than doubled in value.

Chu Qianqian was at a loss and looked back at the handsome and elegant man, "Jing Xing, I'm no longer angry..."

"This is the compensation you deserve." He took the check that Wei San had presented with both hands for her, and Bo Jingxing folded it and stuffed it into her pocket: "Don't you have something to do in the afternoon? It's still time to buy clothes now."

"Ah, right!"

Suddenly remembering what she had forgotten, Chu Qianqian took out her cell phone and looked at the time, "There is still an hour and a half."

Bo Jingxing smiled slightly, "Let's go."

Chu Qianqian followed him two steps and looked back at the smiling Mr. Wei San, "That... mobile phone number..."

"what ever."

“…”

Chu Qianqian thought about it and thought that such a punishment was already very appropriate.

Without telling her mobile phone number, she hurriedly said goodbye to Mr. Wei San and turned around to catch up with Bo Jingxing.

The two left the hotel together, and the sun was just shining outside.

When he got into Bo Jingxing's car, Chu Qianqian took out his mobile phone to find the nearby shopping mall: "Jingxing, do you wear black or white for ancestor worship? Which one is better?"

"black."

Giving suggestions concisely, Bo Jingxing took her to the nearest international mall, "Go, I'll wait for you here."

"Um!"

It's only less than an hour and a half, and there's definitely no room for choice on clothes.

Chu Qianqian ran into the mall, found a simple and capable black suit, and changed it directly in the fitting room of the mall.

The waitress held her off clothes and secretly scanned the tag on her phone.

So, when Chu Qianqian changed her clothes and appeared again, the waitress smiled like a flower, "Miss, your skin is so fair, and all the colors are very good for you. We have a new style here..."

"No, no need."

Chu Qianqian didn't want Bo Jingxing to wait for too long, so she swiped the card to prepare for payment.

Seeing that the financial owner had no intention of booking the venue, the service lady said resentfully: "Okay, I'll wrap the clothes you changed..."

"No, please throw it away for me."

As he said that, Chu Qianqian looked sideways and saw another set of clothes in the cabinet.

The elegant color is like the petals of violets. The design is very simple and elegant, but it makes people feel gentle when they look.

Regardless of the service lady's astonished gaze, Chu Qianqian's heart moved and walked forward to look at the size, "Add this set and swipe the card to check out the bill."

Fifteen minutes later, she appeared in Bo Jingxing's car in a fresh look.

Because he wanted to participate in the ancestor worship, Chu Qianqian's pretty face was not wearing makeup, and she gave people a completely different impression.

Bo Jingxing looked at her calmly, without giving any comments on her new image.

Watching the man drive to the cemetery where the memorial service was, Chu Qianqian looked at her clothes in a restless manner, wondering if she was not suitable for this style.

She looked at the man beside her, wanting to ask her about her opinion, but suddenly she found it difficult to speak.

According to Bo Jingxing's gentleman, even if she looks ugly, she still says she looks good, right?

Seeing the feeling of facing a straight man, Chu Qianqian struggled with the corner of her clothes in a tangled manner, raised her hand and touched her waist-length hair, preparing to find time to dye it back black.

It seemed to be aware of her unsatisfied unspoken.

Bo Jingxing stepped on the brakes in front of the red light, took the time to look at her, and said gentlely: "Ms. Chu is more suitable for black than I imagined."

A few simple words made Chu Qianqian feel relieved in an instant.

She rubbed her grandmother's gray hair again, and she was about to disguise herself as a good girl before nightfall.

Bo Jingxing didn't speak any further along the way.

Chu Qianqian quietly nestled in the leather seat, holding her mobile phone and chatting with her friends thousands of miles away.

Slim fingers fiddling with the phone.
Chapter completed!