Chapter 1235 Can’t I afford a life?
After running around all night, the expensive silk fabric actually wrinkled.
The hair has not been taken care of. The hair that is usually combed back has been hanging in front of the forehead for a few times. The eyes are half-covered, and the sight out looks a little colder. There are several red lines in the whites of the eyes. Bloodshot, unshaven, short stubble sticking to his cheeks, protruding cheek lines, his whole face looked completely different from its usual glamour.
Gloomy and terrifying.
Aunt Wen was shocked for a moment by his aura. She subconsciously looked back at Bo Yanqing and then back to Bo Li, "What's wrong with you? If you have anything to say, please tell me."
Bo Li glanced at the woman who was not much older than him and asked, "Dad is really not awake?"
Aunt Wen shook her head, "No, last night...he actually stayed in the room for a long time. , drank two glasses of wine. You know he rarely drinks. He woke up once this morning. His head hurt so much that he fell asleep again. I didn’t dare to disturb him."
Hearing this. , Bo Yanqing looked thoughtful.
He didn't realize how reluctant Mr. Bo was to let go of his son. There was no respect for the dead person in his words. Instead, he was belittling him everywhere. Why did he pretend to be a loving father in front of others.
Bo Li didn't think much about it. It was understandable that the old man missed his son and drank too much, but why did he get drunk and unconscious just when he needed him.
Aunt Wen smoothed things over and said, "The relationship between your uncle and nephew has always been good. If you have any misunderstandings, don't worry."
"It's just a misunderstanding with him!"
Bo Li went to After taking a look, the servant carried Bo Yichen in. The bed was a little heavy when it fell to the ground. Bo Yichen groaned in pain. Bo Li nervously rushed over to look. After asking a few questions, Bo Yanqing was filled with anger.
"He is your dear brother. What a deep hatred, you want to hurt him like this!"
Bo Yan glanced lightly, "He is still alive."
Still alive is the greatest luck.
But when Bo Li heard these words, he thought they were provocative and immediately became furious, "What do you mean, you dare to take his life?!"
Bo Yanqing sneered, "Uncle, you think I can't afford a life?" Bo Li was frightened, "You, you don't dare."
Bo Yanqing straightened his clothes, walked to the sofa and sat down. , stacking the injured leg on the other leg, he took Nan Jiaojiao to his side and asked softly: "What do you want to eat for breakfast?"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm not good at breakfast. Just tell me what you want to eat, and Han Che will buy it."
Nan Jiaojiao thought for a moment, "Soy milk and fried dough sticks. , I also want red bean paste buns."
Han Che wrote it all down, "How many red bean paste buns should I eat, young lady?"
Nan Jiaojiao turned to ask Bo Yuman, it was normal for Bo Yuman not to eat. For breakfast, she wanted to eat hot pot, and the words came out of her mouth. Han Che didn't stop her even if he wanted to, with a depressed look on his face.
"What's wrong?" Nan Jiaojiao asked profusely.
Han Che had a look of despair on his face, "Young madam, didn't you see that I didn't even plan to ask the second young lady where I could find hot pot for her so early in the morning? You don't know, last time she She actually said she wanted to eat roasted whole lamb, so early in the morning! "
"Go ahead if you ask me to. With all that nonsense, do you want me to take you to the army to train again?" Being complained about in public, I didn't feel embarrassed at all, so I picked up the pillow and threw it over.
Han Che hid, trying not to die, and threw the pillow on Bo Li.
Han Che suddenly felt embarrassed for hiding, so he silently moved back and picked up the pillow at Bo Li's feet.
He said bitterly: "Go, why don't I go?"
(End of this chapter)