Eight months later—

East Side, A Big Canteen.

[It is reported that Su Jiaer, a popular traffic flower, secretly went to the UK for half a month with Bo Jingyao, the third son of Bosch Group, suspected of cheating in marriage, and intervened in Bo Jiang's marriage, during which the two were photographed having a sweet meal, and Bo Jingyao stayed in Sujiaer's hotel suite for many days ......]

Looking at the entertainment channel broadcast on the big screen, one of the female classmates couldn't believe it: "Is this really fake? The third young man of the Bo family is indeed very handsome, but he is married." My idol, you can't be a junior. ”

Classmate B said: "The photos are all PO out, can they be fake? This must be able to climb up to Bo Jingyao, and when the junior turns into a wealthy young grandmother, she is much better than her in the entertainment industry." ”

"In other words, doesn't Bo Jingyao's wife mind? I sympathize with Bo Jingyao and his wife for this strange concern. ”

"Cut, she is a wealthy young grandmother, she eats and drinks spicy food, and she has endless money. No matter how miserable it is, it's better than us, do you need your sympathy?"

“……”

The discussion was enthusiastic, and classmate C saw Jiang Rou bowing her head and eating silently, and couldn't help asking: "Xiaorou, everyone is discussing, aren't you curious or interested?"

Jiang Rou smiled and shook her head, indicating that she was not interested.

After all, she was one of the parties to their discussion......

Half a year ago, she was forced to marry Bo Jingyao.

His humiliation and sarcasm were ushered in on the wedding night, and so far, she has met him only a handful of times.

He hated her and wouldn't touch her.

There are sweethearts, and there are countless women.

Sugar ...... It's probably just one of them!

Jiang Rou suppressed her emotions, put down her chopsticks and said, "I'm done eating, I'll leave beforehand." ”

Carrying his bag, he left the school and squeezed into the bus in the crowd.

She put on her headphones and was about to play a song, when a phone call came in, and it was her mother who remarked.

Answered, it was her sharp question: "Jiang Rou, what's going on with the report? Has Bo Jingyao not been back to Wangjiang Villa during this time?"

"Mom, I'm ...... on the bus"

"I ask you or not!"

Jiang Rou was unable to confess: "Yes." ”

"Good, good!"

Jiang Liwei was about to be laughed at by this waste daughter: "Jiang Rou, are you a pig? You can't even catch a man's heart! What have you done since you married Bo Jingyao for half a year? Just let him linger in the flowers? How can you be a wife!"

"Bo Jingyao, he doesn't like me......"

"If he doesn't like you, won't you find a way to make him like you?

Jiang Rou couldn't refute the harsh rebuke.

"The day after tomorrow is my birthday, you bring Bo Jingyao back to me! If you can't even do this little thing, you don't want to see your wild seed again in the future!"

The person on the other end of the line yelled, and hung up, not giving her a chance to breathe.

Listening to the sound of the machine, Jiang Rou's knuckles pulling the ring turned white, and her heart throbbed, as if she had been cut by a hot knife.

Back at Wangjiang Villa, Aunt Zhou, who was in charge of taking care of her, said, "Young grandma, why is it so early today?"

"I didn't have classes in the afternoon, so I came back early. Jiang Rou smiled, didn't say anything more, and went back to the upstairs bedroom.

It's not a husband and wife master bedroom, it's a side bedroom.

After a week of marriage, Bo Jingyao moved out with her and slept in separate rooms.

He had never touched her, and the two would not share a bed.

As he said on his wedding night, he had someone he liked, and he thought she was dirty, so he prepared her to be a widow.

Sitting in the bed, Jiang Rou clutched her mobile phone, her mother's stern words in her ears, and with courage, she dialed Bo Jingyao's number.

The call was not answered until the third, and Bo Jingyao was impatient: "What's the matter?"