Chapter 1205: Centrifugation
"What do you mean, grandpa?"
Bo Lao thought for a while, "Well, you don't need to stay up all night, just give it to your dad. After lighting the incense and burning the paper, you can come to my place. The room has been prepared for you. You will stay at home tonight."
"I have a few friends coming, and Grandpa arranged for them to stay. "Where?"
Bo Yanqing smiled, and his smile made Mr. Bo look much better, thinking that Bo Yanqing had listened to the advice, "Stay in my room, next to yours."
Bo Yanqing asked calmly, "If I don't watch over my father, who will?"
"Just ask the housekeeper to select a few servants to watch for you all night. It's rare for you to come back at night." Come with me to meet some friends, and I've booked the restaurant you liked to eat in when you were a child."
Bo Yanqing's face completely darkened, there was no smile at all, and there was already a murderous look in his eyes.
This is the first child of his own son!
He can be tempted by this.
Bo Yanqing laughed coldly, "Then please tell your friends, grandpa, that I can't be there. I will guard my father's head. He doesn't even have a place to live in this house. I am my son." , It’s not so crazy that he has nowhere to go even if he dies.”
Bo Lao paused, and the relaxation he just felt was suppressed by Bo Yanqing’s few words.
Who should I order?
“My friends will come over later. Please don’t stop me, grandpa, and don’t worry about our food and accommodation. My place is spacious and can accommodate people. Besides, my father was not sociable during his lifetime, so I like it to be clean, so no one at home needs to come over.”
Bo Lao’s eyelids twitched hard.
"Grandpa, there's no need to wait for me. I'm very filial and I can't bother you."
After saying that, Bo Yanqing called Han Che, who sat back in the driver's seat.
When the car started, Bo Yanqing raised the window, not afraid of Old Bo's intimidating expression. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, with a distant Bo smile on his face, and he nodded to Old Bo. The car window was raised, and his face turned cold for a moment.
Bo Lao was very angry, "What does he mean? My son died, wouldn't I be sad? Is it wrong for me to build connections for him? He hasn't come back all year round. The relationship in the capital has faded. I am willing to take him there myself, but he dares to refuse. Is his father’s death more important than Bo’s?”
Aunt Wen bent down and patted his heart to calm him down, "Don't be angry, Yan Qing didn't mean that. He respects you."
"He?"
Mr. Bo He glared at the car with a cold eyebrow, "I can't tell. He was very sick when he was a child. Everyone said he wouldn't live for a few years. I rescued him and trained him to be the successor of the Bo family. Now he is Just repay me like this, you said-"
Bo Lao paused for a moment, and asked hesitantly and firmly: "Has this child separated from me a long time ago?"
Wen? My aunt did not dare to answer this question.
Bo Yanqing was not born to her son. The one in Rongcheng was still alive. Moreover, she had been with Mr. Bo all these years and she could see clearly that the Bo family did not have talents that could be cultivated, but Mr. Bo was devoted to Bo Yanqing. He had been appointed as his successor a long time ago, and he still had the same ancient ideas in his heart.
What kind of bloodline, what kind of eldest grandson.
Bo Yanqing is so outstanding that he outshines all others.
Aunt Wen didn't say anything, but she still patted Mr. Bo's heart.
"That's all, I'll allow him to be wild for a day. Keep an eye on the friends he mentioned and check the backgrounds of those who come."
(End of this chapter)