"I ...... I'm sorry. Bo Sicheng realized his gaffe and quickly apologized.

No matter how angry she is, she shouldn't have said such things to her, she is not that kind of person.

Be all abroad!

The clay man still has three points of anger, what does it matter to him!

As soon as Bo Sicheng apologized, Sheng Mingzhu hung up the phone, and a series of blind tones made the man who had always been calm feel a little flustered.

It's that he doesn't choose what he says, it's that he loses control.

He was jealous, jealous that someone had talked to her at night, explored areas he didn't know. He resented, resented her for not knowing the importance of it, and easily showing an unknown gesture to others.

He panicked.

"Mr. Bo, at seven o'clock in the evening, Mr. Lu is in the bureau of the Shengshi Haoting Group, when are you going to leave." The special assistant knocked on the door and asked Bo Sicheng.

"Pushed." Bo Sicheng's heart was in a mess, and he put the suit hanging on the chair on his wrist and strode out.

"But you've promised ...... before"

"Wouldn't it be possible to find a reason? My mom is sick and I have a headache...... Do you want me to teach? It's not going to be going to do anything, so what's the use of me asking for you? Bo Sicheng turned around and coldly lectured the assistant, who shrunk his neck, nodded hurriedly, and shrunk into a ball like a poor quail.

Mr. Bo was in a good mood all day, why did he suddenly blow up? The seriousness of the cold-blooded demon king's upper body made his heart beat a drum.

"Understood, understood."

Bo Sicheng took the elevator to the underground parking lot, and didn't forget to call Sheng Mingzhu all the time, but the phone was turned off directly.

Sheng Mingzhu leaned on the back seat and turned off the mobile phone directly and threw it on the chair, and said in pieces: "Is he sick?" Murder me? What about me! ”

"Inexplicable."

The fat brother's facial muscles shook unconsciously, and when he saw Sheng Mingzhu's indifferent expression in the rearview of the car, he silently bowed to Bo Sicheng with tears of sympathy.

is a man who can see Mr. Bo's friendship with Sister Mingzhu, this news broke out, isn't it a green one on his head who can run a horse, this doesn't make people vent?

Sister Mingzhu is too demanding.

"Mr. Bo shouldn't have deliberately murdered you, probably feeling uncomfortable."

"If you feel uncomfortable, you will kill me? Am I his vent bucket? ”

You are his ancestor!

The fat brother didn't know what to say, so he simply shut up.

"Tick tock, miss your voice......" The fat brother's mobile phone rang, he glanced at the caller ID, and said: "Mr. Bo's phone call me is here, sister, you can take it......"

"No."

"I can't answer the phone while I'm driving." The fat brother gave Sheng Mingzhu a step, Sheng Mingzhu took the fat brother's mobile phone and turned it off directly.

This commotion operation, the fat brother was speechless.

All the way back to Yaoshan, the fat brother hurriedly turned on the phone and called Bo Sicheng back.

Just kidding, Sheng Mingzhu can be capricious, if he is a small agent and Sheng Mingzhu's relationship, Mr. Bo would not have glanced at him.

"Mr. Bo, I was driving when you called just now."

"What about her?" Bo Sicheng drove all the way, and the city was impassable and he was reluctant to go to the ring road, just to see Sheng Mingzhu earlier.

"I'm back to Medicine Mountain now."

"She, okay? How's the mood? Bo Sicheng was walking on thin ice, and the tone of suffering from gains and losses made the fat brother not know what to say.

Sister Mingzhu, what kind of Gu is this?

"It looks pretty good."

"That's good." Bo Sicheng was relieved, she was not in a bad mood because of her words, and after thinking about it, her soothing brows furrowed again, she was not in a bad mood because of her own words, does it also mean that she didn't care?

The heart is like a tide of ups and downs, Bo Sicheng has never been tortured like this, obviously others don't care, and he has to rush to the door.

When he arrived at Yaoshan, it was already evening, and Bo Sicheng stood outside the door and felt timid.

Sheng Mingzhu was in the laboratory refining the silver moon grass, but he felt upset and irritable today when he was doing a very ordinary job.

Although there is no error in the test parameters, the work efficiency is much lower, and for the demanding people, such a waste of time is a waste of life.

"Mr. Bo, come in." The fat brother went out just in time to see the car parked outside, and Bo Si leaned on the car, kicking the stones out of boredom.

Seeing the fat brother greeting him, Bo Sicheng hurriedly responded: "Just arrived."

Fat Brother: Then what I saw in the window just now was a ghost?

didn't demolish him, and the fat brother welcomed Bo Sicheng in.

"Sister Mingzhu is in the research room."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of a test tube falling to the ground came from the research room, followed by Sheng Mingzhu's irritable thoughts.

"Sister Mingzhu is not in the right state today...... Be careful not to touch the moldy head. The fat brother reminded in a whisper, and Bo Sicheng pushed the door and walked in directly.

"I said that you can't come in the laboratory casually, fat brother, you ......" Sheng Mingzhu scolded, and turned his head to see Bo Si Chengpestle by the door.

"It's you." The scolding to his mouth was swallowed back, Sheng Mingzhu took off the white gloves on his body and unbuttoned his coat.

"Something?"

The door-to-door are all guests, anyway, today's state is not right, Sheng Mingzhu is direct

Putting down his things, he closed the door and walked out with Bo Sicheng.

"I'm here to apologize to you, I'm sorry, I didn't say anything today."

"I accept." Sheng Mingzhu nodded, asked the fat brother to pour a cup of tea for Bo Sicheng, but walked out by himself.

"I'm going to see the herbs, whatever you want."

The cold attitude made Bo Sicheng's heart tighten, and he hurriedly chased after him and grabbed Sheng Mingzhu's arm.

"Are you angry?"

"No, why should I be angry?" She looked up, and there was clarity in her black eyes, and there was no trace of anxiety or anger.

"I want to listen to every word of other people's discussions in my heart and remember them in my heart, so I won't be angry."

Bo Sicheng listened to it with a heartache, knowing that she didn't have a little bit of his existence in her heart, her eyebrows and eyes were half-drooping, and her lips were pursed into a slit, and she could only follow quickly when she watched Sheng Mingzhu stride towards the medicine mountain.

When the moonlight was in the sky, Sheng Mingzhu put the moonstone under the silver moon grass, and waited for the moonstone to disappear into dust, only then did he realize that Bo Sicheng's blood had run out.

She needed new blood.

Just like that, it seems too direct, so I can only say in a roundabout way: "Are you free tomorrow?" I heard that there is a drag race on the side of the winding road, do you want to go and see it? ”

The drag racing on the side of the winding mountain road was first organized by a few idle rich second generations in the circle, and later because of the large prize money, it faintly developed into a scale.

There are also underground casinos that specialize in opening bets, but the top rich second generation like Bo Sicheng generally does not participate.

"Okay." Bo Sicheng agreed.

"Well, we'll see you tomorrow." Sheng Mingzhu's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and the whole person was relaxed.

Tomorrow on the field, he will take a bet with Bo Sicheng, and he can get his blood openly.

Perfect.

"Okay."

The next day, winding mountain road.

When Bo Sicheng and Sheng Mingzhu got down from the Rolls-Royce together, they were stunned.