Chapter 1220 The King of Hell and the Little Ghost
Bo Yichen shivered and was half awake from the wine.
Aunt Wen asked the servant to help him sit on the sofa, "Go and cook some sobering soup for the fifth young master."
The servant went after receiving the order.
Aunt Wen went to pour a cup of hot water herself and came back and handed it to Bo Yichen. She glanced at what he was wearing. He was wearing a silver-white suit and a floral tie on his shirt. The tie was now loose. The shirt buttons seemed to have been violently torn off, and one of the two broken buttons was missing, leaving only a bit of thread hanging on it.
His outfit looked like a formal suit, but not so solemn.
Looking like a dandy.
It should have come down from a certain entertainment table.
Aunt Wen asked casually: "Where did you just come back from?"
"I went to socialize with my dad and met a few people." Bo Yichen loosened his tie a little more, thinking When I leaned on the back of the sofa, my shoulders were pressed against me. It was probably because my posture was uncomfortable, so I lifted my whole body and fell back.
His movement caused Aunt Wen, who was sitting on the side, to jump a few times. She also had a cup of hot water in her hand. She didn't drink a sip, but the rim of the cup was pressed against her lips. The water splashed out and splashed on her chin. She covered it with her other hand. He came over, wiped the water, and glanced sideways at the man half-lying on the sofa. A trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. He didn't drink any more water and put it on the coffee table.
"I remember you mentioned that there was a big project recently. How was it? Has it been successfully negotiated?"
"What has been negotiated!"
Bo Yichen suddenly became excited, as if he had been stepped on and shouted: "The project has been discussed. I don't know where those people heard the news. They knew that Bo Yanqing was in the capital, and they were trying to get us to introduce them. What did they say?" It is usually difficult to meet Mr. Bo. Since we have a project to cooperate with, it is just a good time to talk in person and get acquainted formally. My dad and I couldn't even change the subject. Later, no matter how I led the conversation to the project, those old loaches Just don’t take the move!”
Aunt Wen snorted softly in her heart.
Others are not fools.
When I went to the underworld, I knew that the King of Hell was the biggest, and Bo Yichen was at best a brat who couldn’t be ranked. He has been in the company for so many years, and when he goes out to socialize, his father has to be there to watch over him. There are almost no projects that he has negotiated on his own, and the ones that are are too small to be missed.
Talk to him or talk to Bo Yanqing, anyone with brains will know who to choose.
But although Aunt Wen is clear in her heart, she will never show any flaws in front of the Bo family. Anyway, Bo Yichen is not her biological grandson.
So she asked perfunctorily: "What happened next?"
"Of course the talks fell apart, what else happened next!"
Aunt Wen raised her eyebrows for a moment but did not answer. .
The servant came over with sobering soup and asked Aunt Wen. Aunt Wen didn't even stretch out her hands. She glanced at Bo Yichen and the servant understood.
"Fifth Young Master, please drink some hangover soup."
Bo Yichen did not move. The servant brought the soup in front of him. A pungent smell of ginger rushed into his nose, and Bo Yichen pushed it away in disgust.
"Take it away, what the hell!"
The servant was afraid of spilling the soup, so he protected it, "This..."
"Take it away. "Aunt Wen said.
The servant took the soup away.
"Grandma Wen, tell me, my work ability is something that is obvious to all. I am not necessarily worse than Bo Yanqing. How come when he comes, I lose all my status? Not to mention, the partner even asked me to recommend him. I Why? He, Bo Yan, is cleaning something, and he deserves me to pave the way for him in the capital!"
(End of this chapter)