Mr.Bo, Love me please be gentle!

Her microblog's personal home page was instantly captured by a huge fan group.

For a time, both the forwarding volume and the number of comments reached an unprecedented number. Those fans loyal to her and waiting for her to appear were so excited that they almost cried.

"I knew, I knew..."

"We will guard you and never give up. We believe you are innocent."

"Song Li, even if you don't explain, I choose to believe you."

……

At the same time, Shen Muning's microblog was crying, and the Shen family's fans left messages one after another. Yan Zhi, don't you come back? Your Ning sang is about to be robbed by other men.

However, no matter what these fans say, these days, Shen Muning's personal home page has only a long article seven days ago, and there is no movement after that, as if the world has evaporated.

Nancheng, Mo's house.

Nanting lies bored on the sofa and keeps brushing her microblog. The next second, a familiar name breaks into her vision without warning, and she instantly opens her eyes.

He doesn't log in to the microblog once in half a year. This time, he ran up and bubbled. It's rare!

"Lying trough! Lying trough! Who can tell me this is not true? That guy is so willful. He learns from those stars' high-profile confession on microblog, and the object of confession is still little Ali."

Nanting was stunned!

That guy is a straight man of steel! How could you do such a romantic thing?

His microblog must have been stolen.

you 're right!

It must be. That's the most reasonable explanation.

Thinking of this, Nanting quickly opened the wechat dialog box and tapped the screen with a slightly thin cocoon finger.

[brother Han, your microblog was stolen?]

【？？？】

A series of greetings were sent, which was completely in line with the guy's character. Nanting frowned suspiciously and thought about it. She decided to be direct and beat around the bush. He didn't care at all.

[brother Han, you confessed to little Ali on your microblog? It shouldn't be your operation!]

I soon received a reply from Bo Hanchi.

【……】

[are you the envy of a single Wang?]

Nanting stared at the dialog box for a moment. The next moment, she almost didn't choke on her saliva. She sat up from the sofa and groaned discontentedly: "lying in the trough! Brother Han, do you want to be so angry! I, my single Wang Zhao, have you provoked you?"

[it pierced my heart! I cried and hawed.]

……

"I haven't loved anyone before. You're the first. I'm afraid I'm not doing well, which makes you think love is just like this."

Staring at this sentence, Jiang Yuan tightened her eyebrows and clenched her cell phone with her white fingers.

So proud and strong a man, even like a child, ran to the microblog to confess to a little girl. When he did so, didn't he think about her feelings for a second?

You are so cruel!

In your eyes of Bo Hanchi, she is a treasure, and I am a worthless stone on the roadside?

"Ah! Ah! Yuanyuan, don't cry! It's really worthless to cry for that kind of man. Moreover, as you are now the owner of our yuan family, you're not suitable to shed tears."

Jiang Shuren hurriedly ran over to stop Jiang Yuan for fear that someone would see her red eyes.

Jiang Yuan turned white and said with a cold face, "you see I'm crying!"

"Just don't cry! Just don't cry! Don't I just worry about you? Yuanyuan, if he doesn't like you, we won't force it. Are you afraid we can't find a better one on your terms?"

Suddenly he remembered something. Jiang Shuren smiled and said pleasantly, "Yuanyuan, what do you think of Ji Wei, the eldest son of the Ji family? I heard that he is also a first-class talent and is definitely no worse than Bo Hanchi."

"Yuanyuan, do you want to think about it? And as far as the Bo family and the Ji family are concerned, the Ji family ranks first in our five families. If you can marry Ji Wei, you will be the head mother of the Ji family at that time, and we yuan family don't have to look at the Bo family's face."

Hearing Jiang Shuren's words, Jiang Yuan couldn't help hissing and said coldly, "Dad, in your eyes, am I only left with the function of marriage?"

"This..."

Jiang Shuren choked.

Some words can't be said. You can only think about them in your heart, and you can't think deeply.

"Yuanyuan, you have wronged me! I'm not afraid that you will be hurt by thin cold pool in the future because of your deep love?"

"Yuanyuan, it must be right to listen to my father. My father has deliberately inquired about it. Ji Wei is single. She hasn't had half a woman around her in the past three years. It's very simple to want her to like you on your terms!"

For his daughter, Jiang Shuren has always been obsessed with self-confidence. He can't catch up with his daughter's excellence in his life. He can only stand and look up and appreciate it.

Jiang Yuan drooped her eyes. The delicate little face was extremely ugly, like a clown with heavy makeup on the stage.

For a while, she seemed tired and replied without trace, "let me think."

"Do you need to think about it? Yuanyuan, people don't want you anymore. You're still hesitating here. Make a decision quickly. If someone gets ahead of you, you won't have a chance to cry."

"That's enough! I need to be quiet now."

"You, you girl, your father is for you. Your mother died early. You married Bo Hanchi. That's when your grandfather talked to the old man of the Bo family and didn't even have a keepsake. If he didn't want to admit it, it would be a matter of minutes. Besides..."

What else did Jiang Shuren want to say? As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Jiang Yuan's small face as cold as frost.

He choked so hard that he couldn't say a word, and he smoked hard at the corner of his mouth.

"Just take care of your woman who likes to make trouble. You don't have to worry about my affairs."

"You, you girl, I'm your father anyway. How can you talk to me in this tone, Yuanyuan, dad is really..."

Before Jiang Shuren finished speaking, Jiang Yuan sneered impatiently, "are you good for me? Since you are so good for me, why didn't you cheer up? You had to let me take over the yuan family?"

"In the final analysis, like all of them, you are a family moth and will only keep asking."

With that, she didn't even look at Jiang Shuren, got up and walked outside.

Jiang Yuan picked up her mobile phone and called Lengfeng as she walked.

"I'm in a bad mood. Can you come out and have a drink with me? It doesn't take you much time."

"OK, I'll find you now."

……

West of the city, in a high-end villa.

With the help of the servant, song Chuwei changed into a lovely Maid Dress. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was obviously reluctant. Such dress made her feel a little uneasy.