Chapter 100 All her initiative was aimed at obtaining useful information.
"That's why I treated Brother Sijin to dinner, to return the favor."
Bo Jinzhou scoffed, "You say you're repaying a favor, but people might not see it that way."
Jiang Yimian ignored him, saying, "Think what you want."
"From now on, you are not allowed to see him alone."
"Although I don't usually meet with Brother Sijin alone, what gives you the right to order me around like this?"
Bo Jinzhou sighed slightly and compromised, "It's not an order... I'm just reminding you."
Jiang Yimian spoke bluntly: "Do I need you to remind me?"
Bo Jinzhou pinched her cheek, making her pout her lips, which were rosy and cute, and gritted his teeth: "Jiang Mianmian, do you have to be so sarcastic?"
She shook her head: "You provoked me first."
Bo Jinzhou planted a deep kiss on her lips: "Next time you see me drinking, remember to stop me."
Jiang Yimian broke free and wiped her lips: "If you don't want to drink it, that's fine."
Bo Jinzhou glanced at her and said, "Other people's wives will supervise their husbands."
When Bo Jinzhou attended dinner parties, the CEOs who were married would receive calls from their wives telling them to drink less.
His phone, however, was unusually quiet.
Jiang Yimian would never send him a message unless he initiated it.
"Oh, I see," she replied perfunctorily, then asked, "So, where is Assistant Song?"
Bo Jinzhou's face darkened. "I fired him."
Song Zhou, who was far away in Africa, unable to eat or sleep well and constantly having to avoid the flames of war, sneezed.
When I got home, Wang Ma had already taken the clothes to wash.
Jiang Yimian ignored it and went into the bedroom to take a shower.
The laundry room door was open, the washing machine was running, and some items needed dry cleaning were placed to the side.
Bo Jinzhou came in and threw all the clothes into the bucket, even the clothes that weren't washed yet were forced out.
When Wang Ma came in, she asked in surprise, "Ah Jin, why did you bring all your clothes out?"
Bo Jinzhou's shirt was a little wet, the sleeves were rolled up, and two buttons were undone. He clapped his hands and said, "Wang Ma, arrange for someone to throw these clothes away tomorrow."
"Lost? How could such a nice dress be lost?"
“This was specially chosen by Mianmian.”
Bo Jinzhou glanced coldly at the clothes and said, "I'll have someone send her new clothes. These don't suit her."
Aunt Wang asked with some concern, "Won't Mianmian be angry?"
"I'll talk to her."
Back in the room, Jiang Yimian had already taken a shower and was wearing a light pink spaghetti strap nightgown. The hem was a little short, ending above her thighs. Her hair was half-dry and loose, and her fair skin was delicate and smooth like milk.
Her bright, clear eyes were like jewels. She was holding a half-full glass of water; she had just taken her medicine before Bo Jinzhou came in.
Bo Jinzhou's dark, deep eyes fell quietly on her. Jiang Yimian softened her sharp gaze and smiled gently, "Are you busy with work? Why are you coming in so late?"
Bo Jinzhou strode over, grabbed her soft waist with one hand, and kissed her, still smelling of alcohol. "Did you dress up like this on purpose to seduce me?"
Jiang Yimian was overwhelmed by his smell of alcohol, so she squinted and coquettishly dodged away, saying, "Go take a shower first."
Bo Jinzhou's lips curled up, his eyes gleaming with a wicked glint. He patted her and said in a hoarse voice, "Wait for me."
Jiang Yimian wiped her lips and sat on the edge of the bed. Her clear, watery eyes were incredibly shrewd. There was still no news from Boss Huo, and she also needed to investigate her mother's death.
Bo Jinzhou definitely has influence in Yanjing, which will make it much easier for him to help her find evidence.
Ten minutes later, Bo Jinzhou came out wearing a bathrobe. His tall figure and perfect physique made the bathrobe look erotic.
Jiang Yimian snapped out of her daze as the man scooped her up and clung to her. Bo Jinzhou placed her on the windowsill, lowered his head, and kissed her. "Smell it, is there still the smell of alcohol?"
Jiang Yimian gently pecked him twice, then obediently shook her head: "No."
She wrapped her snow-white arms around his neck, her voice sweet and coquettish as she laughed, "Bo Jinzhou, are you jealous?"
Bo Jinzhou nuzzled her nose, the two of them very close, his voice low and husky: "Red-eyed?"
"I'm jealous that other people have wives who keep them in check, but you don't."
Bo Jinzhou laughed, "Yeah, wife, aren't you going to try to control me?"
Jiang Yimian scoffed, "How could I possibly control you?"
The man kissed her cheek, his eyes smiling: "If you can't control me, then no one can."
She reached out and poked the rough stubble on his chin. "Your stubble is so rough."
Bo Jinzhou laughed heartily: "Isn't being rough better?"
Jiang Yimian blushed, realizing something, and said, "Don't stab me."
"There's nothing I can do, it's your fault for being too sensitive."
Jiang Yimian glared at him coquettishly, then wrapped her legs around him, "Aren't you coming?"
The man appeared relaxed, but his hands were busy; he tightened his grip, saying, "Call me husband."
Jiang Yimian looked away and muttered a curse at him: "Shameless."
Bo Jinzhou chuckled softly, "Hurry up, come when I call you."
Jiang Yimian lowered her head and bit his Adam's apple, reached out and pulled off his bathrobe, raising her watery eyes: "Husband, aren't you coming?"
Bo Jinzhou's arm muscles bulged, veins bulging, and his skirt was completely gone. Right there, he carried Jiang Yimian to the bedside table to get a T-shirt.
Then he carried her back to the windowsill, his hands, veins bulging, supporting her back. His lean waist was taut and strong, his muscles bulging.
Jiang Yimian grabbed his arm, “…Brother, M o’clock.”
Upon hearing her seductive voice, Bo Jinzhou's eyes were filled with a frenzy of lust. He bit her ear and said, "If that's the case, Xiao Mianmian won't like it."
Jiang Yimian was panting, her eyes were glazed, and a blush spread across her face.
"..."
Jiang Yimian was unusually enthusiastic and bold tonight, causing Bo Jinzhou to lose control.
Jiang Yimian told him to kneel, so he knelt; he told him to serve, so he served.
He was used directly as a male model, but the men also put him through a lot of trouble.
The two of them made quite a commotion, filling the entire second floor.
It didn't end until four or five in the morning. Bo Jinzhou opened the window to ventilate the room because it was too messy, so he carried her to the next room to sleep.
Jiang Yimian had washed herself clean. She rubbed her eyes, feeling very sleepy but unable to sleep yet. She reached out to hug Bo Jinzhou when he came out.
Bo Jinzhou pulled her into his arms and smiled, "Why have you become so clingy?"
Jiang Yimian nuzzled her head against his chest. "There's something I want to ask you."
"It's so late, let's talk about it tomorrow."
Jiang Yimian shook her head. "A private investigator just messaged me. I've been investigating my mother's illness recently."
"Do you have any news?"
Bo Jinzhou's eyes were deep and dark. "Yes, but it didn't go very smoothly."
Jiang Yimian looked somewhat disappointed. "Okay."
Bo Jinzhou felt as if something was blocking his chest. Actually, it wasn't a problem; the nurse who was taking care of Jiang Hua had been detained, and she immediately gave in when threatened with her family and children.
Dr. Guo was still trying to persuade him.
It's not that he doesn't want to help, but that he doesn't want to tell her now.
I've gone through all this trouble just to ask this question.
She asked him directly, "Won't he tell her?"
All her initiative was aimed at obtaining useful information.
Realizing this, Bo Jinzhou's heart tightened, his whole body turned cold, and he grabbed her chin and kissed her again, and Jiang Yimian's clothes were gone again.
She quickly stopped her, saying, "It's late, I'm so tired."
Bo Jinzhou ignored her and took the T directly. Jiang Yimian's eyes widened, and she immediately struggled: "Bastard," she frowned.
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