Xia Wanxin walked out of the Xia family villa and looked back at the former home, with cold eyes.

Then he looked forward and saw Bo Qingyun getting on a black Maybach.

She gently stroked her wrist that was pinched by Bo Qingyun just now, and her skin turned red. She inexplicably thought of the night when he strangled his hand and pressed against the wall five years ago.

Everything happened yesterday, vividly remembered.

She thought that when she saw him again, her heart was gone.

Now, I still remember the past.

I'll still be nervous if I want to ride in the same car with him.

Her breathing was slightly deeper, she drank all her thoughts and was about to walk over.

Xu Chuan got out of the car, walked towards her, and said directly: "Miss Xia, Mr. Bo is not used to riding in the same car with others, so he told me to see you off."

Upon hearing this, Xia Wanxin breathed a little relieved. She thought she really wanted to ride a car with him.

She raised her lips gently and said politely: "I'm working."

Xu Chuan looked at her smile and was a little dazed for a moment.

Too similar!

If it weren't for her bright and moving aura and vague sense of oppression, he would have recognized her as Xia Wanxing who killed her wife.

Although she looks similar to Xia Wanxing, she has a more charming temperament.

Especially her eyes, just looking at him indifferently, were fatal attraction.

This made him unable to bear to tell Mr. Bo that he was unwilling to let her take a car with him.

After getting on the bus.

Xia Wanxin leaned against the window leisurely, her bright red nails hit the car window with her all over the place, her eyelashes squinted slightly, and she looked out the window thoughtfully.

I remembered Xu Chuan's words.

Oh.

Not used to sharing a car with others?

I don't want to see her face!

He disdained and disgusted.

This is a good thing for her.

If he could dispel his suspicion, she would not mind making him hate himself even more.

Thinking of this, I closed my eyes to regain my energy and prepared to face the next thing.

Meanwhile, children's clothing store.

The little sweetheart was wearing a white T-shirt and gray work pants, lowered the brim of the hat, and looked left and right in front of the dressing mirror.

Finally, I showed a sweet smile with satisfaction.

"That's all."

The clerk was by her side and bent down gently.

"Children, it will be sweeter and cooler to wear a baseball cap when your hair is loose."

The little sweetheart covered her hair that had finally stuffed it all into the cap and shook her head firmly.

"No, no, just cool!"

The clerk twitched his lips, and he didn't quite understand why this little girl who had just worn a white princess dress would come to the store to dress herself up like a tomboy.

The little sweetheart happily admires her cool appearance now.

At this time, I saw a mother and son not far behind me from the mirror.

The boy was about the same age as her, and his mother stood beside him, looking a little impatient.

He was wearing a baseball cap like her.

Only his side face can be seen from her direction.

Just a glance, I felt a little familiar, and I had lost my spirit without realizing it.

"You just said that mom will pick you up soon. How long will it take for her to arrive?"

The clerk's tentative voice interrupted her.

The little sweetheart blinked his black and white eyes and understood in an instant.

This aunt is urging her to pay her mother.

The little sweetheart finally put on a pair of big black sunglasses, raised her wrist to reveal the white children's watch on it.

Her big eyes, clearly black and white, turned around and said casually: "Mom can't come anymore, please use my own pocket money to pay the bill."

After saying that, she clicked on the watch screen a few times and showed a payment code.

He raised his head obediently: "Auntie, please sweep me."

The clerk was stunned for a moment. This set of clothes is tens of thousands, even if the children of rich families don’t just put tens of thousands of pocket money on their children, right?

But I still picked up the scanner.

At this time, the little sweetheart suddenly heard the woman behind her raising her voice impatiently: "Select quickly, don't waste time here."

She looked back.

It was still the mother and son just now.

The woman was scolding the boy loudly, looking terrible.

Her mommy never scolded her like this.

At this moment, the little boy pursed his lips and said nothing, lowering his eyes and becoming more and more silent.

"Let you choose, don't you understand people's words?"

After saying that, Song Ran reached out and twisted the little boy's arm.

The boy frowned, did not resist, and said nothing.

It's like I'm used to this kind of beating and scolding.

——Dingdong, scan the code and get 18,564 yuan.

At this moment, the payment sounded.

Several salesmen in the store looked here, their eyes full of envy.

He also heard the sound and looked over.

The payment was a child as old as him, wearing a baseball cap, looking cool, and looking down at the watch on his wrist.

Although he couldn't see clearly, his figure seemed to have a special sense of intimacy, which made him suddenly want to get close.

The steps moved two steps unconsciously.

Suddenly, Song Ran pulled him back.

Song Ran frowned and held his shoulder tightly: "What are you going? I've let you go?"

"It's okay not to buy things, you haven't told me what your dad likes yet?"

Her nails were very sharp, making his clavicle hurt.

He took a deep breath and looked up at the boy who made him feel friendly. He was already out with two shopping bags.

He felt panicked and felt a sense of loss of losing something inexplicably.

But his shoulder was pinched tightly. In a hurry, he turned around and bit Song Ran's wrist.

"Ah! You little mute! You're crazy!"

Song Ran let go of his hand and looked at his wound.

Xiao Xingchen looked in the direction where Xiao Xiangxin left without thinking.

......

Bo Group.

Bo Qingyun has arrived.

Xu Chuan parked the car downstairs and opened the door for Xia Wanxing: "Miss Xia, please come here."

The two went upstairs together.

Xu Chuan took her to the conference room, hesitating whether to say something to Mr. Bo.

Xia Wanxin directly stretched out her hand and pushed open the door of the conference room.

Bo Qingyun sat in the main seat of the conference room.

There were also several people in suits standing next to them, looking like management.

They were whispering something, but after hearing the sound, they stopped and looked at the door.

Xia Wanxin walked in generously in high heels.

But Bo Qingyun didn't look sideways, and her eyes only fell heavily on the documents in her hand.

Pick.

Xia Wanxing threw his handbag worth hundreds of thousands on the table casually, with her white and slender legs overlapping comfortably, and sat in the closest position to Bo Qingyun in a seductive manner, looking at him taking care of his work with great interest.

Seeing this, several managers were startled.

I couldn't help looking at her.

She was wearing a black sling-style suspender skirt, and was lazy on her shoulders with a casual suit of the same color. She had a devilish figure and an angel face. She was probably talking about it.

Especially the squinted look, it is so beautiful that it makes people feel trembling.

who is she?

Why dare to blatantly break into Mr. Bo’s conference room?

The problem is that Mr. Bo didn't even slam her out.
Chapter completed!