Mr.CEO Is So Obsessed with His Hot Wife

Chapter 200: No Need to Suppress the News

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“Shut up, you pig-brained fool!”

Anger flashed through Han Che’s clenched teeth, and he wished he could slap Chen Yi unconscious.

His hands trembling, he scrolled through the photo album.

It couldn’t be buried any longer.

With eyes closed, he sent them all to Master Bo.

Bo’s.

Just after meeting with several department managers, Bo Yanching saw Han Chuan walk in, presenting an iPad to him.

“Master, Jih Mingyue is secretly spreading rumors about you again.

The silhouette photos from the last time you left the garage together, she posted clearer versions.

The content of the news is the same mold, but the headlines are getting more and more excessive.

I’ve suppressed them all; she can’t make a commotion.”

Bo Yanching exhaled deeply, eyes closed, his brows and eyes slightly fierce, “Didn’t I tell you to ban her?”

“You didn’t give a direct order, and last time, you personally took her to the hospital.

The matter blew up, and at that time, you hinted not to suppress the news.”

The implication was that Bo Yanching had given Jih Mingyue backing.

The man laughed coldly, about to speak, when his phone buzzed several times in a row.

Bo Yanching looked at it and his face grew colder by the inch, grim enough to wring water from.

Good, very good.

Without him, she turned and went straight into Pei Dongshi’s arms.

Picked up from the airport personally, they returned to the man’s house and stayed for five hours.

What did they do!

“Master, Jih Mingyue has signed on for 12 episodes of a national variety show, two of which have already aired.

Banning her now is a bit tricky, but not difficult.”

“Then don’t ban her.”

Bo Yanching’s fingers swiped across the screen, growing more and more agitated, pressing down harder and harder, “Let her post.”

“Ah?”

Han Chuan was a little stunned, but didn’t ask, “Okay, I’ll arrange it.

I’ll eliminate the excessive parts.”

“No need, let her post however she wants, and have her called back to the company.”

Bo Yanching tossed his phone onto the desk, rubbed his temple firmly, his voice as cold as ice, “Go.”

…

Pei Dongshi dropped off Nan Jiaojiao at school.

She went back to her dorm to grab her textbooks, then to class, and after class, she spent some time in the library.

When the time was right, she packed up her things and took a taxi to Bo’s.

If Bo Yanching wasn’t working overtime, he would leave around this time.

Without calling him, Nan Jiaojiao bought a cup of milk tea across the street and also picked up a coffee, planning to give it to him later.

Waiting for the red light to pass.

At that moment, Bo Yanching stepped out of the office.

Nan Jiaojiao was about to greet him when he glanced back.

Following right behind him was a graceful figure, hooking his arm and laughing as they got into the car.

From across the street, Nan Jiaojiao watched the partially lowered car window, and behind it, the man’s indifferent profile.

The car drove away before her very eyes.

Nan Jiaojiao’s smile slowly chilled, and she didn’t follow the car with her gaze.

She took out her phone to flip through entertainment news and happened to see the scandal concerning Jih Mingyue and Bo Yanching from half an hour ago—widely publicized and sensational.

Huh.

The coffee had cooled.

Without blinking, Nan Jiaojiao tossed it into the trash, and she threw away the half-drunk milk tea too.

Her hand slipped into her coat pocket and pulled out a lollipop.

Others light cigarettes, she sucks on candy.

Everyone’s part of society after all.

Saturday.

The Bo Family’s car came to pick her up.

Once there, she was told that the tutor was upstairs helping Bo Qingshan with his studies and Nan Jiaojiao was asked to wait in the living room on the first floor.

The Old Lady returned from a walk in the backyard and sat down to chat with her.

“Grandma, let me check on your leg.”

The Old Lady was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, “Sure, let you take a look.”

Nan Jiaojiao moved closer, gently rolled up the Old Lady’s trousers, and upon feeling the leg, her expression instantly changed.

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