After divorce, Mrs.Bo she shines brightly

Bai Yiran choked when she heard the speech. She almost didn't laugh. Looking at her son's serious question, she had a strange picture in her mind that Bo Siqing called Xiao Chen's father

Bai Xiaochen then said, "Mommy, what's the matter? What's the problem? If he's your grandson, it should be my son. Isn't it just right to call a father? But I haven't grown up and married. Suddenly, there's such a big son. Will it be strange for others to know?"

Bai Yiran held his forehead and smiled so that tears were coming out. What kind of stem is this!

If thin lick lick knew that Xiao Chen was so seriously distressed, he had an older son, and he didn't know whether he would spit blood with anger. After all, he made this person think he was a godmother. This person was very resistant at that time.

Bai Yiran smiled for a long time, and his stomach hurt a little.

Bai Xiaochen: "

Ho! Now adults, the point of laughter is really too low.

After laughing for a long time, Bai Yiran looked at Bai Xiaochen and said, "this father should not be called, because he just recognized me as his aunt, so according to the seniority and address, you should be his... Cousin?"

Bai Yiran now began to doubt whether she would die of laughter today. She continued to seriously discuss this topic with her son, and her stomach hurt a little.

Bai Xiaochen blinked after listening.

Touching his chin, he said, "although it's not as good as Dad's, it's barely acceptable. Mommy, do I want to give him a red envelope next time I see pickled cabbage fish? Do I want to buy ice cream for him? After all, I'm an elder now!"

This was Bai Xiaochen's first time to be an elder, so he thought it was very fresh and exciting.

Bai Yiran: "

Looking at his son's serious thinking and very excited face, Bai Yiran felt helpless again.

Just about to say something.

At that moment, Luo Ning sent a message: [President, go to see the microblog, and Mr. Bo sent another microblog.]

Bai Yiran pulled at the corner of his mouth.

After opening the microblog, I saw Bo Siqing's microblog this time. It was a picture with a particularly good-looking jade bowl and a pair of chopsticks. Based on Bai Yiran's understanding of jade, it should be a finished jade with a quotation of no less than 50 million after cutting.

Her eyebrows moved slightly and her eyes fell on the matching copy: [I just heard that there was such a bowl at the auction. I thought it was very beautiful, so I couldn't help but shoot it for my goddess. I hope the goddess can bring this bowl with her rival next time, so that I can comfort myself. I also sent a representative to attend the meal.]

Netizens: [hahaha, it represents a pair of dishes and chopsticks, licking dogs and cattle.]

[it smells like there, Mr. Bo. Generally, licking a dog costs hundreds of yuan to buy a lipstick. I hope that the person you like can smear it before going out to kiss someone, so as to make yourself feel a little involved. You rich licking dog, just buy jade. Good guy, I call you expert!]

[Mr. Bo, why don't you buy Miss Bai's underwear at a sky high price? When Miss Bai and your rival do something that can't be described, you can comfort yourself. You're involved!]

There are many ha ha ha under this one.

Bai Yiran frowned and felt serious physical discomfort, but it seemed that Bo Siqing also saw this one. When Bai Yiran was ready to report it, he found that it had been deleted by Bo Siqing.

In his comments, Bo Siqing said, "please speak with civilization. I advise you not to deceive others too much."

Netizens were crazy again: [ha ha ha, bullying people too much!]

Indeed, it is suggested that Mr. Bo buy underwear to enhance his sense of participation. This is somewhat too much. Some are too bullying. Even if he is heartbroken, he is not so heartbroken.

Bai Yiran closed the microblog against the black line.

Then I saw it on wechat.

Bo Siqing sent a new message to Bai Yiran: [goddess, can you accept my bowl? (poor expression)]

Bai Yiran's face darkened.

Finally, he replied: "since you think so, send a representative, it's better to listen to the netizens and send the sky high price underwear."

Mr. Bo: "

He felt that his attitude had collapsed. It seemed that it was just that reply. His wife had seen it before he deleted it. These netizens were not sensible and bullied themselves. His wife even bullied himself.

Even if he wants to send representatives and enhance his sense of participation, he doesn't need this job!

He replied, "goddess, other things can be discussed, but this thing really can't."

He thought he would die on the spot because of jealousy and anger.

Bai Yiran's eyes moved and deliberately sent a message: [really? Other things are OK? Well, I heard from my grandfather that Shaohan went out to drink and should drink a lot. I'm going to pick up Shaohan later and take Shaohan home. It seems that my car is out of fuel. Mr. Bo, you might as well give me some money and pay the fuel bill, so you have a sense of participation.]

After this message was sent, Bai Yiran continued to send a message: "by the way, Shaohan may vomit. Drinking too much is really bad for your health. Why don't you go and buy Shaohan some medicine for me in person for a while, and I'll send it to Shaohan. It can be regarded as Mr. Bo's dedication to the relationship between me and Shaohan.]

Bai Yiran certainly didn't lack this money. Naturally, she didn't really want Bo Siqing. She was deliberately responding to this person.

Bo Siqing: "!"

Mr. Bo felt that his chest was stuffy and he could taste a little blood in his throat.

He replied: [Miss Bai, in fact, the model you drive is not very suitable for running at night. I suggest you don't pick up Gong Shaohan, which will cause too much damage to your car.]

Of course, this is nonsense. Bai Yiran's car is very advanced. There's nothing unfit for running.

Bai Yiran deliberately replied: [oh? Is that so? Since this will damage my car, I don't know what Mr. Bo has to do to run at night, so I can recommend a car that won't damage it? Why don't Mr. Bo buy one for me, so I can pick up Shaohan quickly. With Mr. Bo's financial resources and contacts, I should be able to buy me the car soon. Hurry, I'll wait at home, Shaohan is waiting for me, and we're all in a hurry Yes, Mr. Bo, hurry up.]

She doesn't believe in this hypocritical licking dog!

Mr. Bo's chest fluctuated violently. He was really a little angry. How could he not know that his wife didn't really ask him for gas money and car, but just wanted to annoy him!