Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

"Where did I come from, aunt?"

Bo Jingxing reacted: "You mean the Li family?"

"Yeah." Ye Wangchuan took out the cigarette from his pocket and bit it between his thin lips. He seemed to remember something and didn't light it. Instead, he held it between his fingers and played with it.

"Why would your family think of marrying someone from outside?"

"Is there something wrong with her?" Bo Jingxing couldn't figure out what this man was thinking for a while, and mistakenly thought there was something wrong with the Li family.

Ye Wangchuan kneaded the cigarette with his fingertips and said casually, "No, I just asked out of curiosity."

"Oh." Bao Jingxing didn't talk nonsense. He roughly told him about the relationship between the two families, and finally gave a rough explanation: "...it wasn't her turn originally, but I didn't expect that my grandma would find out that her deceased wife was very helpful to my grandfather's life. It's a matter of fact. You also know that the relationship of the older generation is like this. The kindness is overwhelming, and the old man in the family decided to get married while lying on the hospital bed. Even if my third uncle doesn't want to, there is nothing he can do. He has to bite the bullet and get engaged first. The matter. That’s about it.”

Ye Wangchuan broke the cigarette between his fingers: "Uncle Bo, does he have someone he likes?"

Bao Jingxing was stunned: "Huh?"

Ye Wangchuan's eyes were dark, and he smiled for a moment: "It's nothing. I guessed it from the tone of your voice..."

Bao Jingxing was silent for a moment, then said with a bit of embarrassment, "I almost forgot that I can't hide anything from you. Your intuition... is quite scary."

This means that Bo Zheng actually has another woman he likes.

After all, it is his third uncle's secret.

Bo Jingxing didn't want to be too specific. He just said: "I don't know much. I only know that my third uncle studied in an ordinary high school before, and I think we were classmates I met in high school. The two have always been in contact, and they dated in college. After a while. Then...my third uncle went to the army, and the two of them separated. Now they have a child, a daughter."

Ye Wangchuan completely broke the cigarette in his hand: "So... is this the reason why Uncle Bo hasn't gotten married for so many years?"

"This...it's hard to say. After all, he never mentioned to me why he didn't get married. In short, he has never been married. If the old man hadn't spoken this time and said that he only had a few days to live, I guess he wouldn't Lower your head."

Ye Wangchuan raised his legs, threw the broken cigarette on the ground, turned around and walked out casually, still holding the phone in one hand and talking to him: "Okay, I understand."

"Master Wan, why are you asking this?" Only then did Bao Jingxing grasp the point.

Ye Wangchuan still didn't tell him the reason, and said unhurriedly: "...Ask."

Bo Jingxing had no choice but to admit it.

He could only light a candle in his heart for Miss Li, who was about to become his little aunt. Mr. Wan generally would not inquire about a person.

Once Mr. Wang inquires about someone, it means that that person may be targeted.

He didn't know what Li Mo had done, but he was sure that Li Mo would be in trouble next...

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In the box.

Ye Wangchuan came in last.

Even Jiang Li and Qin Si arrived, so he pushed the door open and entered in a hurry.

After entering, he didn't say hello to anyone else. He went straight to Qiao Nian and found a sofa to sit down on, lazily leaning to the side.

Qiao Nian was forced by Qin Si to play cards.

She had a deck of cards in her hand, and there were weights piled on the table in front of her. She was just out of luck. Ye Wangchuan took a quick look and found that she didn't even have any cards in her hand. There was no 4 in 123, and there was no 8 in 567.

However, the girl crossed her legs, supported her chin with her hands, narrowed her sleepy eyes slightly, and looked lazy and out of shape.