Chapter 2038: It’s like touching porcelain
Song Yuan’s eyebrows sank, “Qingshan, what are you talking about?”
Bo Qingshan’s expression did not change, “It’s nothing, I’m just telling you, My third aunt likes to eat. If you try it, you won’t think about the snacks in other people’s hands when you are full, right?”
He doesn’t care what Song Yuan’s face looks like, Tong Yan Wuji. What's most disturbing is that I don't believe she really doesn't understand.
The servant who parked the car ran over, slowed down when he got close, and respectfully addressed him: "Master Qingshan."
Bo Qingshan nodded, "The keys are in the car. If you're sorry, just park the car and hang the keys in the storage cabinet at the door."
The servants of the Bo family have a good relationship with the master. The servant smiled and asked casually: "Normally, the third young master would park the car in person, why is it parked outside today."
"Who knows!"
Bo Qingshan Stall He spread his hands, but both of his hands were full of snacks. The gesture of spreading his hands was really funny, "Who knows, someone suddenly went crazy, saw a car coming, and bumped into it, as if he was about to touch porcelain. I The third uncle had to stop the car, otherwise who could tell if someone was killed at home?"
The servant instantly turned his attention to Song Yuan, who was sitting in a wheelchair next to the cab.
When he saw the woman's sinister look, he shuddered and withdrew his gaze, not daring to look again.
After turning around, Bo Qingshan's face drooped, and he wanted to cry very much. In order to anger that woman, he actually called Sister Jiaojiao his third aunt...
It's humiliating, it's simply humiliating. .
He sacrificed the boss!
Behind him, the servant politely asked Song Yuan to give way. When she didn't move, he boldly pushed the wheelchair aside to make it easier to park.
Song Yuan was so angry that she looked forward with needle-like eyes. Bo Yanqing was holding Nan Jiaojiao's hand and had already entered the villa. Bo Qingshan was carrying snacks and was swaying away, just as Bo Yanqing was walking in. The smiling face while talking to Nan Jiaojiao was blocked. "Bang!"
The puffed snack was crushed by Song Yuan's force.
He was filled with jealousy, and the hatred in his eyes was so vicious that it almost overflowed.
Don't think she can't smell it. They smell very strongly of hot pot. When Bo Qingshan talked to her, his mouth still smelled of cheap drinks.
This is the Bo family. So many women flock to it that they can't squeeze in even if they have their heads turned. The men of the Bo family should be the most noble, and everything they go in and out of should be in high-end places.
In the past, Bo Yanqing had always lived a life of being looked up to by the stars, but when that lowly woman Nan Jiaojiao came, she despicably pulled him down from the altar.
Forget about tofu nao and take him to eat hot pot.
Should he care about his identity anymore?
Things from a small family cannot be accepted into the elegant hall. If that bitch is allowed to influence Bo Yanqing again, sooner or later he will lose his aura as a male god. The breakfast table at Bo's house is actually a roadside stall. Isn't it a joke?
The more Song Yuan thought about it, the angrier she became. She felt it was her duty to remind Bo Yanqing not to let this woman affect her values.
After the servant parked the car and secretly wanted to leave, Song Yuan stopped him, "You, push I'll go back."
The servant didn't run away, so he had to come back and push her. There were several steps at the door of the villa. It was inconvenient for the old lady to recommend it at first. She was in a wheelchair all year round. There was indeed a slope beside the steps. But ever since she could move freely with a cane, she became upset when she saw the slope and had it filled up.
(End of this chapter)