As for whom to examine...

It's not her anyway.

Bai Mo's eyes slithered, bringing everyone's expression into his eyes—

Especially when she saw Chen Yun'er, who had always been favored, she was crawling at the feet of Bo Dashusband in a humble manner. Although she could not see her face with her back to everyone, the expression on her face must be repentant and pitiful.

The kneeling, Yingying's thin waist, which was unbearable to hold, was undulating against the silk cheongsam, showing her charming and charming figure.

Such a stunning beauty kneeled at the man's feet in a surrender manner, but she couldn't get any mercy. Bo Dashun didn't even look at her.

because……

Under the cheongsam, the beautiful figure and skin that looked like snow cream were covered with traces of ambiguousness that did not belong to Magistrate Bo.

It's only a day and a night, and those traces must have not completely disappeared.

Bai Mo even caught a sharp eye. On Chen Yuner's beautiful and fair jade neck, a string of dark red and purple strawberry prints spread under her collar, attracting imagination...

Even the ambiguous traces that could not be concealed by the erected cheongsam collars, you can imagine how many similar traces left by other men on Chen Yuner's body, which made Madame Bo love in the past?

No wonder Massachusett Bo is so angry.

Although Bo Dashu is a romantic man, he pays more attention to face. Even if he loves his concubines, he will never be as unscrupulous as Chen Biao, who hasn't seen a stunning beauty in 800 years. The traces of joy in the boudoir are exposed outside.

Therefore, it is not difficult for Mr. Bo to know the fact that his favorite concubine has been sleeping with other wild men recently.

As a man, as a man who can summon wind and rain like a hero, this undoubtedly severely damaged the dignity of Bo Dashun as a man and faced with the hero who dominated the king as a separatist!

Even if Chen Yun'er was favored before, after experiencing this incident, Magistrate Bo could no longer have pity for this favorite concubine who was defiled and ruined by the bandits. Even if she took a look, she felt dirty.

On Bo's face, which was not clear about joy and anger, he finally showed a stiff smile when he saw the youngest son with high expectations appear, "Xiao Jiu is here, sit down."

His eyes turned, when he saw Bo Xizhi, the eldest son who had been weak and sick since childhood, Bo Dashu's attitude was obviously much colder. The stiff smile that he had finally squeezed out quietly disappeared, he lifted his eyelids and said in a cold tone:

"Boss, please sit down."

Under the cuffs of the moon-white long gown, the weak and pale hands were tightly held because of the obvious difference between the front and back.

Although my father's bias is not for a day or two, I still inevitably feel a little resentment and a little jealousy in my heart every time.

However, Bo Xi seemed to have never given birth to anything, as if he had never seen the bias of his biological father at all. He still looked like a gentle and humble young man, and thanked him with a smile.

After Bo Xizhi sat down, the man who was over fifty years old but was overlord of the country finally turned his gaze to Bai Mo!

In that sharp gaze that seemed to be solid, Bai Mo lowered his eyes and lowered his eyes, moved his lotus steps lightly, and greeted Dashu who was sitting in the main seat with a regular greeting.

However, Massachusett Bo did not call Bai Mo to sit down. Instead, he continued to look at her with sharp eyes and said slowly:
Chapter completed!