"No, I just saw her face up close. There's nothing wrong with her face. It doesn't look like she's gone under the knife. And her face is clean and free of dust. She's exactly the same as Lan Jiao, but she always feels that something is different."
Bo Chunfeng recalled the way Lan Jiao looked at him just now, his thoughts wandering, and finally he said firmly:
"It's more likely to favor the latter."
Chu Chuning said: "Fake? Then we must try it next!"
"Well, the real and fake Sun Wukong can surrender, isn't it easy for her?"
The dark night was filled with danger.
Lan Xixi once again lay together with Bo Zhanye.
Tonight, she was not embarrassed, her heart was full of Bo Chunfeng's questions about the dead. She only had a few days, the most critical moment, so she must not go wrong.
Early the next morning, she woke up very early and shook her head:
"Hey, wake up, let's go to the company early today?"
Bo Zhanye opened his dim and deep eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "What time is it now?"
"Five o'clock."
"..." No wonder he is so sleepy!
"Sleep, don't be in a hurry."
"But what if I bump into Bo Chunfeng again in the morning? I'm really afraid of him." Lan Xixi was worried about something happening in the last few days and felt uneasy.
This whole night, I kept going back and forth, and I couldn't sleep well.
With his eyes closed, Bo Zhanye was very quiet, as if he was asleep again, and did not hear her words.
Five minutes later, he sat up and his eyes fell on her worried face, one part indifferent and one part sarcastic:
"I owed you something in my previous life."
Lan Xixi watched him get up and go to the bathroom, her lips pursed slightly.
She ruined her life because of him, gave birth to a child, and suffered physical damage. He owed her a lot.
On the breakfast table.
Chinese meals are all available, exquisite and healthy.
Bo Chunfeng looked at the pickles and then at Lan Jiao's position, making a calculation in his mind.
Lan Jiao hates eating pickles the most. Will she eat them soon?
He couldn't wait to ask: "Grandma, why haven't Ninth Uncle and Ninth Aunt come down yet? The porridge will be cold soon. How about I go and call?"
Yun Anxian waved her hand: "No, your uncle Jiu said he would take Jiaojiao to have breakfast at Wangjiang Tower. He got up at five o'clock and left."
Left? So early? Did you really intend to be romantic, or was it just too much of a coincidence to avoid it?
Bo Chunfeng was curious. According to his inference, Uncle Jiu could work day and night, but he would never get up at five o'clock because of a woman.
Things are getting more and more suspicious.
He suggested: "Grandma, let's hold a bonfire party in the backyard tonight. The house hasn't been lively for a long time. It just so happened that Uncle Nine and Aunt Nine were here, so they called Yaomei back from school so that our family could have a good reunion."
Chu Chuning echoed: "Yes, Uncle Ninth did not go on a honeymoon trip for the sake of the company and family. We gave Uncle Ninth and Aunt Nine a surprise."
The older people get, the more they like to see their families having fun.
Yun Anxian smiled happily: "Okay, you get ready."
"Thank you grandma, I will definitely let you have a pleasant night tonight." Bo Chunfeng smiled brightly, innocently and cutely.
Bo Xilang looked at him.
He has never been the one to take the initiative to raise issues. Could it be that at this kind of bonfire party, the drunkard's intention is not to drink?
Shouldn't...
Lan Xixi at the other end had no idea about the Hongmen Banquet tonight.
I didn’t know that the Hongmen Banquet was just for her.