Professor Bo is a wife protector

Chapter 52 Shura Field

"Isn't this Miss Wanqian?"

After Bo Chengyuan left, He Wanqian chatted with Zhang Hua for a few words. At that time, there was an annoying voice behind him. Unexpectedly, the Fu family and the Song family were among the congratulatory crowd.

Song Lanshan next to Fu Sihe was particularly dazzling. She wore a wine red dress, her hair like seaweed was scattered on her fair square shoulders, and her palm-sized oval face was so beautiful that many people followed her.

Song Lanqiao walked up to He Wanqian with her sister's arm and said hello. He Jing from the sister's group saw He Wanqian and said contemptuously, "I never imagined that someone like you is qualified to come here."

"Miss Wanqian, do you have an invitation letter? Didn't you sneak in?"

"Song Lanqiao, I broke up with Fu Sihe, and you still stare at me every day, why? Worried that I will steal your sister's boyfriend?" He Wanqian used to have a good look towards Song Lanqiao only because It's Fu Sihe's girlfriend, now she is Bo Chengyuan's wife, what are you afraid of from the Song family?
"He Wanqian, where do you have the confidence to say such a thing." Song Lanqiao scolded loudly, "If it weren't for your face that resembles my sister, Brother Sihe wouldn't have kept you by his side as a substitute Pin, none of us here know you."

"To be honest, I agreed to date because Fu Sihe's face looked so much like my Professor Bo's." He Wanqian found an excuse to refute Song Lanqiao, not paying attention to the person behind him who heard these words. Fu Sihe's face was extremely gloomy.

"He Wanqian."

The deep and magnetic voice behind her seems to be restraining some kind of emotion. He Wanqian is too familiar with this voice. When will Fu Sihe appear behind her? God, she really wants to anger Song Lanqiao. No He thought that these words would reach Fu Sihe's ears appropriately.

Fu Sihe never thought that He Wanqian had always regarded him as a substitute for the past three years. For the first time, Fu Sihe, who had always been aloof, felt being played with.

Fu Sihe let go of Song Lanqiao who was holding her by the arm, and dragged He Wanqian to the outside of the banquet hall. In the empty corridor, the surrounding air pressure was extremely low, and He Wanqian seemed to have touched Fu Sihe. Fu Sihe pushed He Wanqian against the wall of the corridor and looked at He Wanqian condescendingly.

"I'm just Bo Chengyuan's stand-in?" Fu Sihe questioned He Wanqian's voice a little more breathlessly, He Wanqian rarely saw him so unsteady.

"Boss Fu, I said I was just teasing that kid Song Lanqiao, do you believe it?" He Wanqian raised her head and asked sincerely, but she never wanted to see the whites of Fu Sihe's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of bloodshot red , that is a manifestation of a person's extremely bad mood.

Unexpectedly, Fu Sihe, who has always been steady like an old dog, also lost his position today.

"Do you think I believe it?" Fu Sihe pressed one hand on He Wanqian's ear and asked.

Fu Sihe's face was pressed against He Wanqian. He was like a hunter interrogating his prey. He Wanqian was the prey he could take away with one shot.

"Boss Fu, you can't just allow the state officials to set fires and not allow the common people to light lamps." He Wanqian said in a low voice, with a hint of grievance in his tone. Why can Fu Sihe treat her as a substitute? She can't treat Fu Sihe as a substitute. as a substitute.

Fu Sihe lifted He Wanqian's downcast face with his hand, "In Fu Sihe's place, only the state officials are allowed to let go, and the common people are not allowed to light lamps."

"He Wanqian, you are the first person to play tricks on me." When Fu Sihe said this, his eyes became a little hotter, as if he was about to swallow He Wanqian alive.

Bo Chengyuan came to look for He Wanqian for Mr. Li after He Wanshou, but He Wanqian had disappeared long ago when he returned to the original location, leaving only a group of Song family members comforting Song Lanshan who was teary and jacquard.

"Chengyuan, Wan Qian was dragged away by a man." Zhang Hua said to Bao Chengyuan in a panic.

Bao Chengyuan immediately rushed towards the direction Zhang Hua was pointing at, and saw Fu Sihe bullying He Wanqian in his arms in an empty corridor, Bao Chengyuan rushed forward and pulled Fu Sihe away from He Wanqian, He punched Fu Sihe.

"Boss Fu took my wife away in the banquet hall to remember my old relationship with my wife?" Bao Chengyuan's face was darker than Fu Sihe's.

Fu Sihe was already in a fit of anger, and received a punch from Bo Chengyuan, but he had nowhere to vent his emotions, so he directly blew up, and returned a punch to Bo Chengyuan.

The two men in six-figure haute couture suits looked like seventeen or eighteen-year-old students who had a fight at the back door, fighting together.

He Wanqian didn't know who to help for a while
"Professor Bo."

"Mr. Fu."

In the end, a gray-haired old man came in with a cane, coughed lightly, and the two stopped their hands. Fortunately, there were not many people watching, but the whole banquet hall was shocked by the two fighting over a woman. spread.

Bo Chengyuan took He Wanqian away and went to a lounge. As soon as the person entered, Bao Chengyuan closed the door, pushed He Wanqian against the door and asked, "Did Fu Sihe bully you just now?"

"No bullying." He Wanqian replied in a warm voice. "it's me."

Before He Wanqian could finish his sentence, Bo Chengyuan cupped He Wanqian's face and kissed it. When he saw Fu Sihe approaching He Wanqian in the corridor just now, his jealousy had already turned upside down.

Different from the gentleness in the past, this time it was more aggressive.

"Professor Bo, are you angry?" He Wanqian patted Bao Chengyuan's head, which was buried in his shoulder socket, and asked with concern.

"It's not angry." Bao Chengyuan said softly, "It's jealous."

During the three years between He Wanqian and Fu Sihe, he was so envious of Fu Sihe that he was going crazy.

The banquet outside has officially started, and Bo Chengyuan walked out of the lounge with He Wanqian on his arm. The white-haired old man just now was standing by the microphone on the stage, "Professor Bo, who is that?"

Bo Chengyuan gently introduced to He Wanqian, "That is Mr. Li Yimo."

Speaking of Li Yimo, He Wanqian is no stranger to him. Li Yimo was the patron of the temple with a lot of incense in the northern suburbs.

"I heard that Mr. Li's son and daughter-in-law were killed in the plane crash ten years ago."

"That's right, just leave a ten-year-old child."

"It's a pity that Mr. Li is sending a white-haired man to a black-haired man."

He Wanqian listened to the discussion in the crowd a few times, and her eyes turned red when she heard about the plane crash. She slightly raised her head and looked at Bao Chengyuan's face beside her, feeling a little grateful.

There can be countless substitutes in this world, but Bao Chengyuan is the only copy.

"Why are your eyes red?" Bao Chengyuan never left He Wanqian's eyes for more than a minute, and when he looked at He Wanqian, he found that her eyes were reddish and immediately became nervous.

He Wanqian immediately lowered her head and replied, "I heard everyone talking about the plane crash, and I remembered a friend."

"Bo Chengzhou?"

This was the first time that Bo Chengyuan mentioned this name to He Wanqian on his own initiative, and when He Wanqian heard that name, tears fell down his face.

(End of this chapter)