Chapter 965: Trying to Murder Your Own Husband

It’s already a blessing not to be replaced.

He’s still thinking about filing a lawsuit, which is just daydreaming.

Not to mention no lawyer would dare take the case, even if there was, the news is so tightly sealed it won’t leak out at all.

Chu Yao is the lead role in this drama and backed by Shengchen, it’s definitely going to air and it will certainly be a hit, but it has nothing to do with him.

He’ll be banned and can no longer enjoy the life of being surrounded by stars.

Realizing this, the male third lead dared not make trouble anymore, crying and begging for mercy, but the Director paid him no mind, though feeling embarrassed, he called his agent to come and pick him up.

Mo Tingshen returned to the room.

He didn’t turn on the light, the curtains were pulled tight, keeping out any light.

He changed his shoes at the door and turned on the flashlight on his phone.

Walking in hotel slippers makes no noise.

He first checked on Chu Yao, she was sleeping well, even in the same position as when he left.

Mo Tingshen didn’t bother her, went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, then came out and found a thin T-shirt, pulled it on over his head, and took a blanket from the closet, planning to make do on the sofa for the night.

In another room.

Bo Yanching didn’t knock on the door, he called Nan Jiaojiao, no answer, so he sent a message:

Open the door.

Then he waited.

He waited for about thirty minutes before hearing shuffling footsteps inside.

Bo Yanching leaned against the wall, straightened up, and stood sideways at the door, just as the door was being pulled open from the inside, Nan Jiaojiao stood behind it holding a fruit knife, staring at him with wide eyes, looking stunned.

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow and walked straight in, bent over and nudged her with his shoulder.

“What do you want to do, murder your husband?”

Nan Jiaojiao was confused, looked at the fruit knife in her hand, “I hung it on the door, just took it down, it wasn’t meant for you, it was for Chu Yao.”

Bo Yanching grabbed her wrist, squeezed it, and took the knife from her hand.

“She doesn’t have your room card, how could she come?”

“She doesn’t have it, but she went to the front desk to ask for it, ever since Mo Tingshen came, she drills into my room every night, she takes up the whole bed, and kicks me in her sleep!”

Bo Yanching looked down and chuckled, folded the fruit knife closed, and casually placed it on the shoe cabinet.

Nan Jiaojiao bent over to open the shoe cabinet and took out a pair of disposable slippers.

While unpacking them, Bo Yanching embraced her from behind, bit her ear and asked, “What took you half an hour?”

“I was soaking in the bath, watching cartoons on the tablet, the phone was beside the pillow, I saw it when I came out.”

Nan Jiaojiao turned around in his arms, “Why are you here again?”

“What, not welcoming me?”

Nan Jiaojiao was sharp, immediately picking up on his displeasure from his tone, quickly changing her tune to placate him: “Not at all, I’m concerned about you, every time you come at night and leave in the morning, it’s not good for your health.”

Bo Yanching saw through her at once, “Don’t worry, I protect the places that shouldn’t be harmed very well.”

“…” Nan Jiaojiao punched him, “Be serious, it’s late at night.”

“Heh…”

Bo Yanching placed his hands under her armpits and lifted her up, like treating a doll, tossed her up, and caught her by the bend of her legs, “Yes, it’s late at night, we should sleep, I promise I won’t kick you.”

Nan Jiaojiao wrapped her arms around his waist, “Are you going to take a bath?”

“I will.”

Her messy bun had stray ends poking him; Bo Yanching stroked the back of her neck, carried her into the bathroom.

“Point to the hairdryer for me, I’ll blow dry your hair first.”