Chapter 47 I shouldn’t speak ill of Sister Zhou
“Have you heard that Director Bo is back alive?”
“No, I have been paying attention to this matter. I watched the news yesterday He also said that his whereabouts are still unknown!”
“It’s true. Yes, someone saw his car downstairs at the head office. Maybe he will be here soon... It really means that Cao Cao Cao Cao is here. Look, isn't that Director Bo? "
The revolving glass door? After turning half a circle, Bo Muhan, wearing a black suit, walked out.
He put one hand in his pocket, his clothes were spotless, and his leather shoes were bright, and he carried a unique kingly temperament every time he walked.
The eyes are always cold and distant, with a sense of distance that prevents strangers from getting too close.
The people who were talking about him just now stood in a row.
“Good morning, Supervisor Bo!”
“Good morning, Supervisor Bo!”
Bao Muhan walked straight into the elevator without squinting his eyes.
As soon as he left, those people couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
"It scares me to death. Every time I see him, it's like meeting the Lord of Hell!" Someone said, patting his heart.
"Me too. I obviously didn't do anything wrong, and I didn't see him get angry at anyone, but I feel scared when I see him. I don't know why!"
"I'm afraid. But he is so handsome. If he is willing to marry me, I am willing to bear this fear for the rest of my life!”
"Someone is dreaming again, let's break up, otherwise we will have to quarrel over his ownership right later!"
As soon as Bo Muhan entered the office, the secretary came in with a large stack of documents.
He flipped through a few folders and frowned, "Aren't these jobs Mr. Wang's?"
"Mr. Wang said he couldn't do them, so he asked me to send them to you!" The secretary whispered.
Bo Muhan picked up the landline phone on the table and made a call. The call was not connected. He put down the phone and said to his secretary: "Let's leave it here first!"
The secretary put down the documents and was about to leave. Bo Muhan raised his head as if he was aware of it, and frowned again: "Where is Shen Yi?" You resigned less than a week after your business trip.”
"The reason?"
"The reason seems to be because...she is the illegitimate daughter of the wealthy Ye family. She must have resigned and gone to high-ranking places!"
Bo Mu Han Nuan Mei glanced at her again and said nothing.
As soon as the secretary left, he picked up the landline phone on the table and said calmly: "Give me another secretary!"
After that, he hung up the phone and began to immerse himself in work.
Bo Muhan’s work can be described as “concentrated”.
He has a strong concentration. As long as he is working, even if someone is singing next to him, it will not disturb him.
Time passed very quickly. More than an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the mountain of documents piled up on his desk turned into a small mountain.
"Brother——"
With an urgent and pitiful call, someone pushed open Bo Muhan's office, and a thin-faced man with disheveled hair rushed in, with two lines of tears hanging on her sunken cheeks.
“Get out!” Bo Muhan said without raising his head.
Bo Yan bit her white lips, silently exited, and closed the door.
"Dudududu..." She knocked on the door according to the procedure of meeting Bao Muhan.
Bo Muhan didn't say anything about going in, so she could only wait outside.
This is the rule Bo Muhan set for her.
About a quarter of an hour later, Bo Yan and others' feet were almost numb, and Bo Muhan's voice finally came.
“Come in!” Bo Yan suppressed her inner excitement, opened the door, and entered carefully.
"Brother——"
"Make me a cup of coffee." Bao Muhan said, pointing to the cabinet where the coffee was placed.
Bo Yan has done this kind of thing many times, practice makes perfect, and he quickly prepared the coffee for Bo Muhan.
After a few minutes, Bo Muhan put down his signature pen, rubbed his eyebrows, took a sip of coffee - these actions indicated that his work was temporarily over, and he would let himself rest for a few minutes.
"Brother, what happened to the plane you were on and how did you escape death? Tell me quickly." Bo Yan looked at the intact Bo Muhan and couldn't wait. Want to know everything that happened to him.
"The fog was thick, the plane yawed, and it made an emergency landing on an uninhabited island. The people on the plane lived on the island for a few days, that's all."
His tone was clear and he spoke lightly. It was light and delicate, but Bo Yan knew that he must have encountered an extremely dangerous moment of life and death, otherwise he would not have delayed his return until now.
Bo Yanduo wanted to hear more details from Bo Muhan, but Bo Muhan didn't speak again. Others always report good news but not bad news, but he does not report good news or bad news, and his words always stop at the point.
After living with him for so many years, she still couldn't figure out what he was thinking, and sometimes she couldn't even figure out his preferences.
For example, if he likes something today and you buy it for him, he will not like it tomorrow.
Some are strange, and some are confusing.
Bo Yan pursed her lips and looked at Bo Muhan's increasingly angular face, "Brother, you have lost a lot of weight!"
Bo Muhan took a sip of coffee and said to He didn't care about this and said calmly: "Why did you move out of the Jiang family?"
Bo Yan was slightly startled.
“Sister Zhou didn’t chase me away, and she didn’t think I was a burden when I was sick all the time. It’s true! I didn’t want to burden others and was afraid of annoying others, so I took the initiative to move out!”
Bo Muhan raised an eyebrow.
“Why has the foreign special medicine I ordered for you been stopped?”
Bo Yan twisted the corners of her clothes, feeling on pins and needles.
“Speak!”
She bit her lip, feeling extremely embarrassed, and whispered: “I, I have no money!”
"Didn't I tell you a long time ago that if you don't have money, just ask Jiang Qingzhou to borrow it?"
Bo Yan raised her head and blurted out: "I borrowed it, but she didn't give it to me!"
Bo Mu Hanzhong His eyes dimmed, "Huh?"
"Brother, don't blame Sister Zhou. She often drinks with friends recently. The sales are huge, so it’s normal to lend me money. In fact, it’s right to think about it. People’s money is not brought by strong winds. How can we just lend it to her? We already owe her a lot. We are not relatives, so how can she do it? "Always helping us?"
Bo Muhan looked at Bo Yan, "We don't owe her!"
"That's what I said, I'm afraid she doesn't think so. If nothing else, let's just say that something happened to your flight this time. Everyone in the Jiang family is worried about your safety. They ask people everywhere to inquire about your whereabouts and pay attention to the dynamic development of this matter. , only Sister Zhou hangs out with others every day. Very late, I have never said a word about you. We treat her as family, but in her eyes, it seems that we are slaves serving her. If we die, we will die, and if we die, there will be..."< br>
"Bo Yan!" Bo Muhan interrupted her.
Bo Yan looked up and found that Bo Muhan had changed his face at some point.
She bit her lip, her eye circles a little red: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't say bad things about others..."
"But, brother, Sister Zhou really doesn't care about you at all. , I didn’t believe it before, but in the past few days when you were not at home, I finally understood her..."
Bo Muhan slammed the coffee cup on the coffee table, "I'm fine, you can go back!"
Bo Yan grabbed his arm and looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. , "Brother, I miss you so much these days when you are not at home. Please don't drive me away and talk to me again, okay?" With redness, the whole person looks thinner and pitiful.
"Moving back to Jiang's house today, let's see who dares to say anything!" Bao Muhan broke away from her hand and said coldly.
(End of this chapter)