Bo Zhanye didn't know why, but when he thought about the scene of Lan Xixi and Bo Xilang being intimate, he felt so irritated.
But five minutes passed, six minutes passed, eight minutes passed, ten minutes passed...
There is no movement outside!
No reply to text message!
Great, ignore him?
He put down his cell phone impatiently and walked towards the door.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" Bo Xiaomo was so disturbed that he couldn't sleep and sat up.
Bo Zhanye paused slightly: "Catch wild cats."
Then, strode out.
The courtyard was dark at night, and even if there were street lights, the light was not bright due to the lush trees. The leaves rustled in the evening wind, and there were frogs croaking in the pond.
Deep and terrifying.
The man wore a bathrobe and walked all the way towards Beiyuan.
The guarding servant was looking around, and when he turned around, he was shocked to find a white shadow in front of his eyes. He turned pale in fright and staggered:
"Ah! Ghost!"
Very loud sound.
Bo Zhanye frowned, and he was already angry and said displeased:
"Where is the ghost? Catch it and let me see."
Forehead!
This voice is Master Jiu!
He actually called the superior Jiu Ye a ghost! This is even scarier than meeting a real ghost!
"I'm sorry Master Jiu, it's mainly because you came out in a bathrobe this late at night and I didn't see clearly.
Master Jiu, are you in a hurry? Do you want my help? I will do my best to make up for it!"
"get out."
Bo Zhanye was too lazy to listen to flattery, and was not in the mood to deal with him, so he walked forward with dignified steps.
However, when he reached a pavilion, he stopped and his whole face darkened.
What is he doing?
Wearing bathrobe and slippers when going out at night, I have never felt so out of control!
Damn it!
What qualifications did that woman have to make him so embarrassed and still be upset in Bo Xilang's arms?
He wants her to come here by herself!
He took out his mobile phone and dialed Mo Nanxi's number:
"Bo Xilang seems to be very idle recently, so he sent him away immediately. Then, he told Lan Xixi that Xiao Mo was sick. If she doesn't come over, she will never see Xiao Mo again."
Mo Nanxi was confused when she received the call in the middle of the night. What the hell? Is the young master sick?
"Okay, I'll do it right away."
He has always been the number one, finishing things as quickly as possible and making perfect phone calls at the same time.
...
Lan Xixi rushed to Bo Zhanye Private Hospital five minutes after receiving the call from Beiyuan.
When I saw a man standing in the yard, wearing a white bathrobe and looking dignified and deserted, with a dark face, I subconsciously thought that Xiao Mo's condition was serious.
"Where is Xiao Mo? How is Xiao Mo? Wasn't he fine just at night? Why did he suddenly become ill?"
Bo Zhanye glanced at her with lowered eyes.
The woman is wearing a white suit with earrings and pajamas. It is not revealing, but her right-angled shoulders, thin arms, and slender legs are alluring.
Seem to lose weight?
How many days would you spend with Bo Xilang, singing and dancing every night?
He said with a cold face: "You are late, you are not qualified to see Xiao Mo."
"I rushed over as soon as I got the call! I fell down because I was running in slippers. If you don't believe it, I still have injuries on my knees." Lan Xixi raised her leg to show the injuries.
He can question anything about her, but he can't question her care for Xiao Mo!
The woman's breath was too direct, her chin was slightly raised, and her eyes were full of anxiety.
Bo Zhanye stared at her wounds and sneered on his lips:
"In your eyes, I am worse than a three-year-old child."
Even if it was his own son, Bo Zhanye felt very upset about losing!
"Uh?" Lan Xixi frowned, not understanding what he was talking about.
Bo Zhanye put away his eyes and asked coldly and ruthlessly: