High-profile spoiled marriage: Mr. Bo can't

Bo Haoyi ran up to his mother Sheng Mingzhu, buried his little hairy head in her arms, and said coquettishly, "Mom, I miss you so much."

Seeing his cute appearance, Sheng Mingzhu felt warm in her heart, as if eating a candied date, exuding bursts of sweetness.

"Is Haoyi being good these days? In the days when mom is not around, are you making trouble everywhere like a big devil?"

Sheng Mingzhu couldn't help but reached out and touched his head, then lowered her head and kissed his forehead twice, feeling that she couldn't get enough of her son Bo Haoyi's little face.

"I'm so good," the little guy replied confidently with his head up, "I also wanted to introduce a girlfriend to my godfather and persuade him to stay here and not take my mother away, but he never listened to me."

Bo Haoyi felt aggrieved as he spoke, he pouted his mouth and lowered his head and looked at the ground: "Mom, why does godfather always want to take you away?"

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Sheng Mingzhu felt very uncomfortable. How could she want to go back with He Jingchuan, but the other party threatened her with the person she loved, the whole country and the planet, so that she would not Knowing how to make choices is good.

"Mom," her precious son tugged at the corner of her clothes, and his eyes became tearful, making people feel as if his heart was being grasped at a glance, "Didn't you promise that I would not leave, don't you Can you leave with your godfather?"

Sheng Mingzhu clenched her lips and looked down at this aggrieved little guy. She also knew how much her sudden departure had caused him, so much so that he still remembered it now.

The loneliness and sadness of not being accompanied by her mother was beyond her imagination at all, and she was unwilling to let this scene repeat itself and make her precious son suffer again.

"Don't worry," Sheng Mingzhu hugged the baby tightly into her arms, as if she was comforting him or admonishing herself, "Mom will definitely not leave you, there is nothing that can separate us."

No matter what she did, she would never watch He Jingchuan destroy their beautiful life.

This is her final bottom line, and it is also the existence she must protect even if she risked her life.

Sheng Mingzhu had made up his mind, and Bao Sicheng, who was sitting in the CEO's office at this moment, also had no intention of shrinking back.

Although the current situation is not particularly optimistic, He Jingchuan not only delayed the project and refused to sign it, but also encouraged the presidents of other companies to refuse to extend a cooperative hand to Bo at this time.

It is conceivable how much pressure he is under, but he is unwilling to take this oppressive feeling home.

Bo Sicheng has been in the company for three full days, and he hasn't even stepped forward to his family, let alone meeting Sheng Mingzhu and Baobao.

Although he was thinking of his wife and children strongly in his heart, he had to suppress this feeling and focus all his attention on his work.

Bao Sicheng also became a little anxious when he looked at the densely packed planning books and materials on the table.

He didn't have much time left for himself, he didn't know when He Jingchuan would take Sheng Mingzhu away, and what methods he would use for it.

Confrontation is inevitable, but he hopes to minimize the damage and prevent Sheng Mingzhu and the child from being involved.

Bao Sicheng looked at those materials, and the more he looked at them, the more he felt restless.

He sat in the president's office for a long time, finally picked up his suit jacket, and drove to the boxing gym he often went to.

Right now, he couldn't sit in the room calmly and study those contracts and projects, and he couldn't restrain the anger in his heart when he thought of He Jingchuan's face.

Bao Sicheng changed into a loose T-shirt and sweatpants, and started fighting with the sparring staff in the boxing gym.

His punches were hard and heavy, as if he wanted to vent the anger in his heart, one punch after another hit the opponent's protective gear.

"I didn't expect Mr. Bo to lose control of his emotions like this. It really surprised me."

Bao Sicheng was sweating profusely and took off his boxing gloves. Just as he was about to take a sip of water outside the arena, he suddenly heard a somewhat familiar voice.

He frowned and turned his head to look over, as expected, it was that kid He Jingchuan again.

He really felt that the other party was lingering, no matter where he went, he would always see this annoying face, as if he was staring at him, and he would never give up unless he gave up.

"Mr. He is really elegant. For a while, he was enjoying haute couture cuisine in the restaurant, for a while he was going to the racetrack to talk about equestrianism, and now he is in the boxing gym. You seem to be very free?"

Bao Sicheng gritted his teeth a little bit when he said this, and he couldn't help but clenched his fingers holding the mineral water.

He felt that He Jingchuan did it on purpose, wanting to use this to disturb his mood, so that he would lose a complete defeat, and he was willing to let Sheng Mingzhu go back to the Shengshi Empire.

"Since Mr. Bo can come, why can't I come?"

He Jingchuan put on his boxing gloves leisurely, stepped into the ring and stood face to face with Bao Sicheng.

He still remembered the fact that he accidentally fell off his horse on the racetrack and lost the race, and he still wanted to give Bao Sicheng a good time here, so that the other party would know who was more worthy of Shang Sheng Pearl people.

"It seems that Mr. He fell from the horse and did not suffer any serious injuries. Now that he can stand here and talk to me properly, I can rest assured."

There was a bit of sarcasm in Bao Sicheng's words, which made He Jingchuan feel a little uncomfortable.

When has he ever been in such a state of embarrassment, whether it is intelligence or physical strength, he has always been the best, even in the prosperous empire, few people can defeat him.

"If you have time to talk big, it's better to compete with me." He Jingchuan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled a little coldly. "I think Mr. Bo's boxing skills seem to be pretty good. Why don't you try to win two out of three rounds to see whose is it?" The boxing technique is stronger?"

He just wanted to win against Bao Sicheng and the man Sheng Mingzhu had chosen.

Even in the prosperous empire, there are not many men who can compete with him. No matter in terms of appearance, IQ and force value, he belongs to the superior type. How could he be willing to lose to this ordinary earthling? Humiliated their prosperous empire.