Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

Chapter 1240: I Don’t Know What Title to Use!

A faint emotion flashed across Bo Jinchuan’s eyes as he looked at her deeply. In the end, he carried her into the helicopter.

“Mian!”

“Chu Boyang.” Ji Fengmian’s voice was clean and cold.

“If you still want to shoot someone, why don’t you kill me first?”

Chu Boyang’s deep eyes trembled heavily. The expression in his eyes was like a crushed inkstone, the fragments mixed with the scattered ink, messy and heavy.

As if shocked by something, he lowered his grip on the pistol.

“No, I won’t shoot you, Mian…”

“Don’t call me.” Ji Fengmian said indifferently, “My body is paralyzed, not my brain. I know better than anyone if you will shoot me.”

Chu Boyang’s tall body swayed as he stood rooted to the ground. The wind from the helicopter’s rotors made his eyes sting, but he still looked up and watched as Bo Jinchuan carried Ji Fengmian into the cabin.

Feng Lang lifted the hem of his black windbreaker and gripped the pistol tightly, but he didn’t move.

Bo Jinchuan glanced at the man standing below.

His figure was tall and slender, and there was a sense of stability and grandeur about him.

But now, he was like an abandoned child, lonely and helpless as he watched the most important person leave.

Suspicion lingered in Bo Jinchuan’s heart. The relationship between Ji Fengmian and Chu Boyang shouldn’t be limited to saving someone. Even if they had been together for the past few years, the gap between them shouldn’t have been formed in the past few years.

These two might have known each other earlier.

Yu Song boarded the helicopter as well. When the gunshot sounded, he stood in front of Bo Jinchuan and was shot twice.

The door closed and the strong smell of blood dissipated. Bo Jinchuan frowned and asked, “Is it okay?”

Yu Song was flattered. “I’m fine! I’m sorry for making you…”

“I’m fine.”

Ji Fengmian sat at the side and scanned the two of them. “Find a place to treat your wounds.”

“Yes, sir. The bullets on you need…”

“No need,” Bo Jinchuan rejected softly. He looked down at his watch and his face darkened. “There’s no time.”

Yu Song’s chest tightened. Yes, time was indeed…

Ji Fengmian turned his head to look at Bo Jinchuan. His features were exquisite and handsome, and his figure was tall and slender.

Even though there was a bullet stuck in his body, he did not look disheveled at all.

She smiled. She was quite satisfied with her son-in-law.

“How did you and Fanxing start?”

“We met by chance and fell in love at first sight.”

Ji Fengmian smiled indifferently. “Love at first sight?” Her gaze went past the glass beside Bo Jinchuan and landed on the man who was still standing there.”  There was a hint of sarcasm on her lips as she said, “Childhood sweethearts who have been together for decades aren’t necessarily reliable. Love at first sight…”

Bo Jinchuan frowned and said, “Nothing can be generalized. We don’t have to end up like them just because someone’s relationship failed.”

Ji Fengmian raised an eyebrow and looked at him. “You’re so confident even when it’s love at first sight? Where did your confidence come from?”

Bo Jinchuan smiled and said, “It seems like you don’t know how outstanding your daughter is.”

Ji Fengmian’s mocking smile froze. He stared at Bo Jinchuan for a few seconds before chuckling softly.

“Really? Why do I feel that my daughter has the potential to be a femme fatale?”

Yu Song, who had been shot twice, wanted to say, “Not only is she a femme fatale, but she’s also a beauty who can ruin a country!”

Bo Jinchuan didn’t deny it. “Yes.”

Surprise flashed across Ji Fengmian’s eyes before he smiled happily.

“Not bad. I feel a sense of accomplishment seeing you being charmed by my daughter.”

Bo Jinchuan glanced at her silently.

Fanxing’s mother was different from what he had imagined.

After more than an hour of flight, the helicopter finally reached another island.

There was a private jet parked there.

However, the moment they alighted from the helicopter, a group of people surrounded them.

Bo Jinchuan narrowed his eyes and his cold gaze landed on the man who was walking out slowly.

“I didn’t reveal the news to you to let you barge into the presidential palace to snatch her, Mr. Bo.”

The tall man stood in front of Bo Jinchuan with his hands in his pockets. His gaze landed on Ji Fengmian.

“Auntie Ji, your health has just started to improve. You can’t torture yourself like this.”

Chu Juncheng’s calm voice was calm and there was no emotion in his eyes.

Ji Fengmian’s gaze landed on Chu Juncheng’s face before he quickly looked away.

“I know my own body.”

Chu Juncheng was silent for a while. “…You can’t leave.”

Ji Fengmian frowned.

Chu Juncheng continued, “If you want to see your daughter, I can help you bring her back.”

“What if I insist on going back?”

Chu Juncheng looked at her calmly.

“Father will be very sad if you do this.”

Ji Fengmian smiled. “He should be very happy that he killed me. Should I sacrifice myself to make him happy?”

Chu Juncheng frowned. “He won’t.”

Ji Fengmian didn’t want to say anything else as he stared coldly at the man who looked 70% like Chu Boyang.

“I’ve already made things clear to him. I want to go back. Move aside.”

Chu Juncheng didn’t say anything, but his silence was enough to represent his answer.

“Are you done?” asked Bo Jinchuan coldly, who had been giving them time.

“Is that all your patience?” Ji Fengmian asked casually.

Bo Jinchuan looked at her coldly.

“If you weren’t Fanxing’s mother, I wouldn’t give you a second.”

“…”

There was nothing gentlemanly about his attitude towards women.

She wondered if it was tough for Fanxing to follow him.

Yu Song was anxious.

Master still had gunshot wounds!

He looked fine on the surface, but he was really fine!

That was a gunshot wound!

The bullet had yet to be removed!

God knew what he was trying to put on.

He had been shot twice and he seemed to have lost all strength.

Bo Jinchuan started walking away.

The men behind Chu Juncheng immediately raised their pistols and pointed them at him warily, ready to fire…

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Ping Cheng, 6 p.m.

Lan Qianqian looked at the time and her expression finally turned anxious.

Xu Qingzhi stayed by Shen Fanxing’s side. In the beginning, they chatted happily to divert her attention. However, it was almost eight hours ago and she still had a lot to talk about.

Silence filled the lounge.