Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Chapter 1338 Beside the earlobe, it is red

This was Wen Sihe's subconscious action. After all, he received a mission from Yancheng, asking him not to let anyone around him go.

He stared at Qin Bohuai's face indifferently, and he saw the right side clearly after the other party turned his head.

Still not.

He breathed a sigh of relief. When he faced Bo Huai recently, he always felt a little weird.

Bo Huai said that when he was undergoing surgery, he was under too much pressure and would occasionally smoke a cigarette, but now that he is not undergoing surgery, he is still smoking.

And the posture is very skillful.

Qin Bohuai didn't seem to notice his gaze. He slowly finished smoking a cigarette and threw the cigarette butt into the trash can nearby.

"Sihe, have you used the melatonin I gave you?"

"Not yet. I have to write a script recently, so I can't sleep too deeply. Occasionally I get inspiration and need to stay up late at night. I can use it when I get back tonight. The script has been written."

"That's good, remember to take a good rest."

Qin Bohuai's gentleness is different from Fu Xingzhou's gentleness. Fu Xingzhou is like spring water, while Qin Bohuai is gentle.

Wen Sihe has been busy with the script recently and is a little sleepy now, but he also made an appointment to go drinking with someone tonight.

He didn't dare to let himself be idle, otherwise he would think of Xie Feng. Now that he saw that black and white portrait, he felt depressed.

He raised his hand and patted Qin Bohuai's shoulder, then strode away.

Qin Bohuai stood there, looking at his back and raising his eyebrows slightly.

Wen Sihe went to the bar to have some fun. When he returned to his villa, he glanced at the melatonin on the bedside.

I took one out and was about to eat it, but suddenly an electric spark flashed in my mind.

The memory goes back to a few years ago, when Fu Yancheng was forced by his family to get married.

A group of people were in a box, discussing who they would marry in the future.

Wen Sihe was a romantic person and immediately started bragging to other people in the box.

"As for me, my fortune has been told that the mole on the tip of my nose is a romantic mole. I will not get married in the future, and no one in my family will force me. I am destined to only play with pretty girls in my life. .”

There were boos all around. At that time, Fu Yancheng was still talking about marriage with his family. Mr. Fu wanted him to marry an unknown woman, so he was in a very low mood that day. He sat alone in the corner and no one was willing to talk to him. Didn't participate in their conversation.Wen Sihe was wise enough not to disturb him, but looked at the mole on the finger of one of the rich second generation.

"The position of your mole is not very good. It will leak money. You must be careful in the future. Your family may go bankrupt anytime."

There was instant interest in the box, and many people asked him to look at the mole.

Qin Bohuai was rarely present at that time, but he didn't like to participate in such topics by nature, so he drank the wine in the cup quietly.

Someone said something at this time.

"Si He, please stop bragging. Why don't you show it to Bo Huai? I think Bo Huai's mole is quite special. It's red next to his earlobe. Could it be that he's destined to be in love?"

Wen Sihe glanced at the man and waved his hand.

"Go, go, go, the mole that kills Taohua is on the tip of my nose, it's me like this! Do you understand?"

This matter is too trivial. After all, he has been to bars countless times with others, and has boasted countless times among friends.

So when Fu Yancheng talked about people with red moles on their earlobes, he didn't expect this incident at all.

Now that he suddenly remembered it, he froze.

At that time, he just thought the man was joking, so he didn't take a closer look at Qin Bohuai's ears.

And there is clearly no mole on Bo Huai's earlobe today.

Are you kidding me?

Although he is a romantic person, he is also a cautious person.

He put the pill back in his hand, his brows tightened.

After a long time, he took the bottle downstairs and gave it to a friend he met in another hospital, asking him to do a test for him.

When Wen Sihe finished explaining, his face looked very ugly, because he really didn't want such a guess to be true.

That kind of truth is terrible.

He wasn't ready for it at all.

(End of this chapter)