Chapter 125 Don’t do anything illegal


Chapter 125 You can’t do illegal things

Bo Yanqing’s breathing stagnated slightly: “Think about it carefully?”

“Think about it?”

Nan Jiaojiao stirred the coffee She paused her hands and said slightly shyly: "You worked hard last night, and you can still get out of bed today. It's very, very inspiring."

What kind of trouble is she trying to make with her tone of "you can't tear yourself apart even if you are tough"?

The man suppressed his temper: "Think again."

Nan Jiaojiao raised her head and glanced. Lu Zhenzhen asked her what was going on. She shook her head, "No really."

Bo Yanqing He raised his hand and pressed his knuckles hard against his eyebrows, "My dear, you've called the police."

A word of "My dear" brought the atmosphere in the entire conference room to freezing point.

Everyone stared intently, their eyes fixed on the documents in front of them, their ears pricked higher and higher. They wanted to hear gossip but did not dare to touch Mr. Bo's bad luck, and their faces looked as if they had just been unearthed.

Be good?

Isn’t this kind of title only given to dogs?

Is it possible that Mr. Bo is talking to the dog and using a dog language translator?

“Ah, yes, I called the police.”

Nan Jiaojiao admitted frankly and lectured him in turn: “Uncle Third, you can’t do anything illegal. Remember, you will do it in the future. Follow traffic rules.”

Bo Yanqing laughed, her lips taut, "I remember, I remember it very clearly, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Nan Jiaojiao waited for a while, except for the man The sound of heavy breathing determined that he had nothing to say anymore, and it was awkward to be in a stalemate like this, so he took the initiative to say goodbye and hung up the phone.

"What's going on?" Lu Zhenzhen asked.

“My third uncle drove drunk last night, I reported him.”

Nan Jiaojiao's tone was so calm that she even had time to send Bo Yanqing a WeChat message, "Uncle Third, be obedient and cooperate with the traffic police in handling the case."

There was a clang. The spoon fell into the soy milk bowl and splashed on Lu Zhenzhen's white couture suit. She didn't bother to wipe it off, her mouth opened in an O shape, and she looked at Nan Jiaojiao dumbfounded, as if she was looking at something alien.

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at her, picked up the peeled egg and stuffed it into her mouth, saying angrily: "You are so old, you still have to feed me."

Lu Zhenzhen bit off half of the egg and clapped her hands in amazement, "Baby, I admire you so much. How can you be so good? I love you so much."

She wanted to say, you dare to punish even Bo Yanqing.

But I was itching and wanted to know how embarrassed Bo Yanqing was at this time.

She used some connections to get a high-definition photo. The angle was a bit worse than Hanchuan's, but it just happened to capture Bo Yanqing blowing into the instrument.

Lu Zhenzhen suppressed a smile and quickly posted the photo to the group.

The circle is so big. After one or two groups, it was transferred to Yan Chi. He then distributed it to small groups. No one bubbled up, but everyone secretly kept it, except Du Moting is not afraid of death, so he directly posted on WeChat Moments with three words:

See you soon.

The result was disastrous.

Bo Yanqing didn’t know how to persuade Mr. Mo, so he sent Mo Tingshen abroad that afternoon.

He knew that Hanchuan had taken the photo, so he asked for the photo, and chose a photo with a handsome angle to post on WeChat Moments:

[Let me cooperate with the traffic police and don’t break the law. 】

Nan Jiaojiao didn't know about the subsequent series of disturbances. She was drinking milk tea peacefully. She could clearly see Shen Shichu's car approaching from the window on the second floor of the restaurant.

She asked: "Did you deliberately set a trap for Shen Shichu?"

Lu Zhenzhen was seven to eight times full, and she smacked her lips profoundly.

"Shen Shichu saw you with me with his own eyes. With his utilitarian mentality, there is no reason to let go of this opportunity. I will give him the money, but how can I let him eat or vomit this money?" Come out.”

(End of this chapter)

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