After abandoning his wife and children, Bo Xilai coaxed and begged her to reconcile.

Song Jin's smile instantly froze on her lips. This guy, oh no, this ex-husband, why is he still here like a ghost?

Could it be that they're trying to ruin her business?

"Even if I go upstairs with a man this late, what's it to you?" Song Jin completely lost the gentleness she had shown earlier, her eyes as cold as a winter lake, her tone filled with obvious hostility.

As night deepened, Bo Sinian stood under the dim streetlights of the residential complex, his eyes flashing with a furious, cold light. "Song Jinye, don't forget our agreement!"

"You came here just to remind me of this? Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. There's no need for President Bo to come and supervise me again and again." Song Jin also slightly looked away, her tone filled with weariness and annoyance.

Suddenly, she thought of something, looked at him again with a puzzled expression, and sized him up from head to toe.

Bo Sinian let her look him over, a subtle interest rising in his eyes. His coldness dissipated slightly, replaced by a playful glint. "Have you seen enough?"

Song Jin narrowed her watery eyes. "Didn't you go abroad?"

She silently counted in her mind; it had only been three days, and their trip abroad was already over?

Bo Sinian's thin lips curled slightly. "So concerned about my schedule? So you're taking advantage of my absence to freely seek out men?"

After a pause, the playful glint in Bo Sinian's lips vanished into sarcasm. His gaze swept contemptuously over the silent man beside Song Jin, his tone cold and mocking:

"What kind of men do you date? They just hide in the sidelines, too scared to say a word?"

The man who was suddenly called out was stunned and speechless.

I thought I had stumbled upon some juicy gossip, and my heart was pounding with excitement, like a wild boar in a melon patch.

Everyone says that President Bo and Miss Song are childhood sweethearts with a deep affection for each other, and their marriage is imminent. He looks down on other women and keeps his distance from them.

Some even say that in Bo Xilai's world, women are divided into two types: Miss Song and everyone else.

But now... what's going on between President Bo and this Miss Song?

Why does it feel like Bo Xilai came to catch his wife cheating late at night?

Just as he was enjoying the gossip, he felt a sharp gaze coming straight at him. Then, the rumored Casanova CEO Bo turned his attention to him with great hostility.

Gao Wenjing's head was buzzing. Could it be that President Bo mistook him for a lover?

He never expected that after five years of diligent work and rising through the ranks at Yuzhou Group, he would be scolded by President Bo for the first time here? Because of Miss Song, whom he had only met twice.

The man looked completely bewildered. "You're so dense! Think of something!" he thought. "How should we respond?"

"Mr. Bo...Mr. Bo, are you sure you haven't misunderstood something? I'm talking to Ms. Song about buying a house. I'm an employee of Yuzhou, and this place is close to the group, so it's convenient for commuting."

Bo Sinian: "..."

Oh, right, he remembered, Song Jin also listed the house here.

He quickly withdrew his cold expression; indeed, this was a top choice for Yuzhou Group employees to buy property.

"You have good taste. What's your name?"

"I am Gao Wenjing, an algorithm engineer in the technology division," the man introduced himself respectfully. He never expected that one day he would stand before Bo Sinian and introduce himself in this way.

Bo Sinian: "Hmm. How did the talks go?"

Gao Wenjing took a second to realize that he was asking about the house, so he nodded and said, "It was a very pleasant conversation. Miss Song was very straightforward."

Bo Sinian said in a calm tone, "Then you can leave."

"Oh, oh, goodbye Mr. Bo! Goodbye Miss Song!" Gao Wenjing strode away as if he had been granted a pardon.

After walking some distance, he hid behind a big tree and quietly watched what happened between Bo Sinian and Song Jinye.

Song Jin also raised her chin and glanced at Bo Sinian, seemingly trying to glean something from his expression.

"This person wasn't sent by you, was he?"

Bo Sinian paused before speaking, then said, "Yes, I sent him. Don't sell the house to him."

Song Jin snorted coldly, "President Bo has millions in assets, what's wrong with letting me earn a little?"

She had originally planned to go to the convenience store to buy ice cream; in Jiang Yiran's words, she was craving it. But now she had no appetite, so she prepared to go back upstairs.

Bo Sinian grabbed her arm.

Song Jin turned around, her gaze sharp as a blade fixed on him. "You'd better have something important to say."

Bo Sinian didn't let go, and said seriously, "Grandpa said he hasn't seen you in a long time. If you have time, shall we go to the old house?"

Speaking of this, Song Jin did feel a little ashamed. She had been preoccupied with various matters lately and had neglected the old man.

Without hesitation, he nodded. "I'll go upstairs and change my clothes."

The warm yellow light cast a shadow on her, and Bo Sinian took a look at her in the light. She was wearing a loose and casual tracksuit in a light hazy blue color. There were no exquisite accessories, which made her look casual and homey.

"It's fine as it is." He calmly withdrew his gaze.

With the idea of ​​going and returning quickly, Song Jin turned around and walked towards the direction where she had parked her car.

"Where are we going again?" The inexplicable melancholy in Bo Sinian's eyes deepened once more.

Song Jin also took out her car keys and unlocked the car. "I'll drive myself." She was determined not to ride in Bo Sinian's car.

Bo Sinian's gaze became complicated, and his tone was equally complex. "Do you think it's appropriate for us to go in two cars?"

Song Jin knew this, of course, "So you'll ride in my car."

She gestured to him with her chin, indicating that he should get in the car quickly.

Bo Sinian's jaw twitched, and his feet honestly walked towards Song Jinye's car.

He opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.

This was the first time he had ridden in her car in three years.

His gaze, like a scanner, quickly swept over every corner of the car.

The seemingly casual glance at the interior layout actually carries a subtle scrutiny.

The car was spotless, with no trace of men's belongings. Only the presence of a child safety seat in the back indicated that she had a child.

But this alone was enough to ignite Bo Sinian's anger.

Her well-defined knuckles gripped the edge of the seat tightly. And this car, too, was a gift from another man.

His sharply defined profile was bathed in the light and shadow filtering through the car window, and one corner of his lips inadvertently curved upwards into a sinister, cold arc, his expression a mixture of a half-smile and a sinister intent.

The car was already cramped, and the small space where he sat felt incredibly oppressive...

Song Jin didn't care about him and stepped on the gas and drove out of the community.

Gao Wenjing, who was hiding to the side, remained silent.

So, what exactly is the relationship between President Bo and this Miss Song? Why did he get into the car with Miss Song so eagerly?

Where are they going in the middle of the night?

and many more!

Miss Song's surname is Song, and Miss Song's surname is also Song. Could these two be related?

Then aren't President Bo and Miss Song playing some kind of taboo game?

Wow, this is too...too...too exciting! So thrilling!