Forced to be a good pet, being pinched by the crazy boss and coaxed gently

Chapter 175 What Are You?

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The news that Bo Chen and Bo Xingyu are coming back has been circulating since early in the morning, but the specific time has only been confirmed in the past two days.

When the wind and fog subsided, their car had not yet arrived at the mansion.

Seeing her coming, Mrs. Bo greeted her first, "Qingqing, come here."

"grandmother."

Feng Qingwu walked towards her.

Within a few steps, Feng Qingwu could clearly feel another gaze falling on her.

After sitting down next to Mrs. Bo, Feng Qingwu looked over and met Mrs. Jiang's cold and indifferent gaze.

"..."

Ever since Bo Yeting took back the rights from Mrs. Jiang, she has never stepped out of the Bo family.Bo Yeting rarely sees her, but she always finds ways to "encounter" Bo Yeting once a day.

Feng Qingwu heard all these things from Chang Ning.

"I heard the news about Bo Yi taking over shipping and ports."

Old Mrs. Bo held Feng Qingwu's hand, patted it gently, and spoke kindly, "Thanks to you this time. He looked like he didn't care about anything before. I'm really afraid that he will continue to be like that."

The Bo family has never been afraid of Bo Yi doing things unscrupulously.I'm afraid that one day his wanton and arrogant energy will no longer be bothered to exist.

"Bo Yi figured it out on his own, it has nothing to do with me."

Feng Qingwu looked back and said warmly, "As long as Bo Yi is determined, anything can be accomplished."

Whether it was a casual statement or a sincere statement, these words spoke to Old Mrs. Bo's heart.

She patted Feng Qingwu's hand with some relief, "The old man was right about you. If you want anything in the future, just tell grandma."

But in fact, after the gambling game in Yinhai, Mrs. Bo had already sent several sets of high-end antique jewelry and more than 20 museum-level collections to Feng Qingwu's small building.

The specially customized clothes and bags have never been worn, but she rarely uses them.

"Actually, I don't lack anything."

Feng Qingwu shook her head lightly, "Grandma, don't give me any gifts next time."

"You deserve it all."

Old Mrs. Bo said with a smile and sighed slightly in her heart.

If she could really get Bo Yi back on track in the end, she would be willing to spend no matter how much money she spent.

was talking.

Suddenly the servant's excited voice came from outside the door.

"The second young master and the third young lady are back!"

The voice fell.

Mrs. Jiang was the first person to stand up in excitement.

If it weren't for the rules, she would have been eager to go to the door to greet him.

After ten seconds.

A young and beautiful face first appeared in everyone's sight.

The makeup on her small face is exquisite, and she is wearing a rose-colored dress, which is GC's spring and summer haute couture this year.It's a very bright and flamboyant color, but when it's worn on her, it just serves as a foil.

Under the petal-like skirt is a pair of slender white long legs, wearing high heels made of dense diamonds.

The whole person is charming and bright.

Bo Xingyu.

The youngest daughter of the Bo family and the only daughter of Bo Yeting, she grew up in a pampered family.

"Xingyu——"

Mrs. Jiang's eyes instantly turned red when she saw Bo Xingyu.

When she ran over, she couldn't help but hugged her, "Let mom take a good look and see if she has lost weight again during this time."

heard.

Bo Xingyu couldn't help but blush. She hugged Mrs. Jiang tightly and refused to let go. She relied on her wholeheartedly. She couldn't help but act coquettishly even when she spoke, "Mom, I miss you so much..."

"Mom too."

Mrs. Jiang patted Bo Xingyu's back, "As long as you have fun outside, mother will be happy too..."

When Feng Qingwu looked at that scene, his eyes froze slightly.

So Bo Xingyu let go of Mrs. Jiang, looked around, and suddenly ran over and pushed her hard.She hasn't even reacted yet.

bang.

Feng Qingwu was unprepared and was pushed to the ground.

The chairs and teacups on the table next to her fell on her.

The tea is not hot, but not cold either.Feng Qingwu had been pampered since she was a child and had never experienced any pain. She had tender skin and tender flesh.The tea suddenly poured over her, and her fair and delicate arms soon turned a light red.

All of this happened in an instant.

No one in the entire hall had reacted.

Including the old lady Bo who was closest to Feng Qingwu.

Mrs. Jiang was stunned, but the corners of her lips raised quickly for a moment, so fast that she could hardly see it.

Bo Yeting sat there, his eyes falling on Feng Qingwu, and he suddenly paused in reaching out to hold the tea cup.

Bo Xingyu looked at Feng Qingwu who was pushed to the ground and took a step forward.His voice was indulgent and disgusting, and he raised his hand to slap Feng Qingwu in the face——

"You are the one who framed my mother indiscriminately, right? You really think you are nothing by taking the position of the young wife of the Bo family. It is not your turn to control what my mother does!"

Before the last note could even finish, Bo Xingyu slapped her down——

But before she could touch her, she was kicked violently from behind.

"what!"

The tea cup that had just been smashed on the ground shattered all over the floor. It happened that Bo Xingyu's whole body hit the broken porcelain pieces on the floor.

The sharp piece of porcelain pierced the entire piece of flesh, leaving only a little bit of white at the end.

Immediately.

Blood spattered instantly on Bo Xingyu's arms, waist, thighs, and calves.

When she subconsciously tried to hold up her hands, the tiny pieces of porcelain suddenly dug into the palm of her hand.

"Ah! Mom - Mom -"

Bo Xingyu immediately didn't dare to move anymore and screamed in agony. She was so scared that she kept calling Mrs. Jiang.

Bo Yi stood there in a black trench coat. Although he was under the light, his whole body seemed to be infected with the breath of the depths of hell.

"Who do you think you are."

Bo Yi looked down at the pained Bo Xingyu, his handsome face as cold as a deep pool.There seemed to be a layer of darkness under his eyes, which penetrated deep into the bone marrow and made people shudder.

Bo Xingyu's body suddenly stiffened, as if the blood in her body had solidified, and she did not dare to move anymore.

Because of the overwhelming sense of oppression on Bo Yi's body, and also because of the dark blood buried deep in his bones.

Followed by.

Bo Yi glanced at Feng Qingwu on the ground.

His eyes darkened.He quickly took a step forward, knelt down and hugged her into his arms. His voice couldn't help but become deeper, "Where's the injury?"

As the last note fell, Bo Yi's eyes paused.

His eyes, which were as cold and cruel as the ice in the extremely cold place, passed inch by inch from Feng Qingwu's red and delicate arms, and his deep voice said, "Get up first."

Bo Yi stood up with Feng Qingwu in his arms and carefully helped her to a clean place aside. He glanced at Lin Nan and asked him to find a doctor as soon as possible.

"Bo Yi..." Feng Qingwu called him in a low voice.

"Stand here first."

Bo Yi raised his hand and stroked her hair. His low voice was unusually patient, "I'll solve it soon."

In fact, his voice was not gentle at all, but compared with the cold and biting tone just now, the completely different attitude was immediately apparent.

Bo Yi turned around and glanced around with sharp eyes, finally landing on the purple sand porcelain teapot that was placed aside by someone who didn't know who had put it. It was still white mist.

He picked up the teapot with his knuckled hands, and the moment he looked at Bo Xingyu, his cold and sharp eyes were like looking at a dead person.

"no, do not want……"

Realizing Bo Yi's intention, Bo Xingyu was so frightened that she almost lost her wits.Her whole body couldn't help but shrink back, and she even quickly turned over and started to climb——

"Save me! Mom! Mom, save me! Brother! Brother-ah!"

moment.

Bo Xingyu's shout suddenly got stuck in her throat.

Hot tea poured from mid-air onto her right upper arm. "Puff" sounded twice, and a burst of white mist emerged from the fine pores.

(End of this chapter)