My husband loves me too much

Chapter 350 362. It's really not worth it for you to treat him so wholeheartedly.

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At night, Xiaojiangnan.

In Jiangcheng, which has strict jurisdiction, there is probably only one entertainment venue that can still operate normally without being affected by accidents.

It is only open at night, and the lights are brightly lit all night.

The man sat in the corner smoking a cigarette, playing with a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and there was still half a bottle of wine left.

The last time Bo Qijin came here to see him was half a year ago, in the same box.

In their line of business, no matter how big the client is, they will never show their faces, so in the private room, only the volume near Bo Qijin is lit with a small wall lamp. up.

"Long time no see." The man poured a glass of wine, pushed it in front of Bo Qijin, teasing, "I heard that you are married, congratulations, we are old friends, why don't you invite me to a wedding?"

"You put this bottle of wine on my account," Bo Qijin said in a flat voice, "Let's get down to business."

"It's generous enough, it's not a loss for me to come here," the man said with a hearty smile.

Six figure booze, every drop counts.

"Here," the man handed a sealed file bag to Bo Qijin, "Don't look at this little thing, I won't tell you half a lie, I just dug it out after half a year of digging, mainly It’s too old for your family, so it’s really hard to check.”

Bo Qijin read from the first page.

The court only verifies evidence, without evidence it is nothing.

These are far from enough.

Jiang Dongyang was looking for a substitute for the dead ghost, and he was gone, so no matter how he pursued it, he couldn't fall on him.

The man has keenly sensed Bo Qijin's dissatisfaction.

"I rely on my reputation for a good job in this business. I will live a long life. I definitely can't smash the brand in your business. There is no way to make money. I do business for stability. Without diamonds Don't do porcelain work," the man raised his legs and flicked the cigarette ash, "turn to the back, the last dozen pages."

There are only thirty pages in total.

From the beginning to the end, Bo Qijin didn't miss a single photo or text. The further back, the darker the depth of his black eyes became.

"As early as the period of the Republic of China, there was a very large family in Qingcheng. Its business was overseas and it became famous. Although it declined later, it was passed down from generation to generation. About 50 years ago, the offshoot of this family He has risen, the head of the family is He, and he has a son in old age. There are rumors that his son was seriously ill when he was five years old and did not survive, but he is living well now and has become the overlord of Qingcheng."

The man looked at Bo Qijin meaningfully, "No wind, no waves, these rumors are probably true."

Bo Qijin has a brother who is one year older. He disappeared a week before his parents had an accident and has never been heard from. This is a case that the Nancheng police have not solved until now.

"Didn't I tell you half a year ago that there is a faction that is also investigating your family's affairs. Its behavior is quite clean. To describe it with a little exaggeration, it is 'no grass grows where it passes'. I moved a little bit slowly I can’t even smell it, maybe it’s him.”

The photos are blurry, and even the facial features cannot be seen clearly.

In that car accident that year, both Bo Qijin and Chi Qiumian should have been 'dead'.

The sound insulation effect of all boxes in Xiaojiangnan is top-notch, and the only thing that is quiet is the sound of men picking Buddhist beads one by one.

Bo Qijin's facial features were indifferent, as if he could be immersed in cold water, "What I want is [-]%, not 'possible', 'maybe', 'probably'."

"That can't be helped, that's all," the man shrugged and spread his hands, "I don't dare to dig deep. If I alarm him, I'm afraid I won't be able to do this business. Money is a bastard, and life is more important."

Ten minutes later, Bo Qijin took out a card and put it on the tea table, "The password is the last six digits of the card number."

He walked out of Xiaojiangnan, sniffed the collar of his shirt, and it smelled of alcohol and tobacco.

"Qi Jin," a woman's voice came from behind.

Before Bo Qijin could turn around, the woman had already run to his side and hugged his arm.

"It's me, it's me," Ji Ran pulled off her mask, panting, "There are paparazzi following me, help me avoid it."

Bo Qijin frowned, and pulled out his hand calmly.

Ji Ran was probably afraid of being black, if this picture of drunkenness was photographed, she would definitely have to play, seeing the paparazzi looking for her at the intersection, she hid in Bo Qijin's arms with a sudden heartbreak.

Put your hands together and beg, "Please, my friend, please help me out."

----

Mu Hua slept in later than usual, and the computer was still on.

A new message alert sounded from the mobile phone, which scared Putao into a fright.

Mu Hua hugged the grape in her arms, stroked it gently to comfort it, and took the phone after cutting a movie clip.

A text message, no number for the note.

The message content is very simple, only one photo.

The woman covered her tightly, but Bo Qijin's face was clearly photographed.

As soon as Mu Hua called, the other party directly asked, "Who are you?"

"Muhua, it's me."

"...Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Siyu on the other end of the phone explained, "You have blocked my contact information, so I can only borrow the driver's mobile phone to send you a message. It has no other meaning. I just ran into it by chance and think you should know."

"That's it," Mu Hua chuckled, "Then I have to say thank you to you."

Jiang Siyu heard Mu Hua's sarcasm, and he wasn't angry, he was still calm, "I should be the one who should say thank you, I know you were the one who let go of the matter of Shumo."

Jiang Shumo has been sent abroad by Jiang Dongyang.

Mu Hua's tone was light, "I'm not forgiving Jiang Shumo, I just don't want to embarrass Bo Qijin."

Although the Jiang family treated Bo Qijin badly, it was undeniable that it was Jiang Dongyang who brought him and Chi Qiumian out of the orphanage.

"Mu Hua," Jiang Siyu sighed, "I reminded you before, it's really not worth it for you to treat him so wholeheartedly."

Aunt Qin heard the sound of the door opening and hurried out of the room.

"Sir, do you want to help you prepare supper?"

"No need," Bo Qijin loosened his tie.

The shadow cast by his tall and straight body on the carpet was stretched very long, and the tiredness in his eyes was obvious. The first sentence was still asking Mu Hua, "Have you seen Mu Hua?"

Mu Hua didn't sleep well recently, and sometimes she would wake up when she just fell asleep. Although she was at home, she didn't feel so at ease when she was left alone with Bao Qijin.

People wake up suddenly at night, surrounded by darkness, without a sound, it is easy to walk into a blind spot.

When she came out of Mu's house that night, she asked Bo Qijin in a daze if she also had the same disease as Nanqian, and Bo Qijin felt a dull pain in her heart just thinking about it.

"Madam is up," said Aunt Qin, "still busy, I just delivered a glass of milk to the study."

Haven't slept yet?
Bo Qijin frowned even deeper.

He went upstairs in a few steps, pushed open the door of the study room, shrouded in warm lights, and one person and one cat nested on the sofa chair.

As the man approached, Mu Hua raised one leg, without looking at him, and said quietly, "Bo Qijin, you smell of perfume."

(End of this chapter)