The Romantic CEO

After about five minutes, the atmosphere was silent. Bo Jinglan did not make any sound. After a long time, he raised his head and said, "I will ask Secretary Zhou to investigate."

He looked down again and asked, "what does she have to do with you?"

"Nothing, ordinary friend!"

Bo Shuyan didn't lie. When he said this, he looked squarely at him without any evasion.

Bo Jinglan believed him temporarily.

"Anything else?"

Bo Shuyan was eager to speak but stopped.

One more thing, but because it's not sure.

So we can't talk about it yet.

"No more!"

Bo Jinglan pondered for a while, then stood up and said, "aunt Xin told me that your shoulder problem has been committed. She entrusted you with some ointment. You can take it back!"

As a father, he always did not know how to express his feelings. He was very sorry for his mother and him. When he was not around in his early years, his father and son had a deep estrangement from each other. He could hardly meet several times a year, and there was no word to say when he met. It was not in the same field. It seemed that Bo Shuyan had completed the characters assigned to him by the previous generation ahead of time, and his son also had his own Therefore, Bo Jinglan should not have any demands on him.

Bo Shuyan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then said yes.

He followed aunt Xin to get the ointment.

Thinking about sitting on the swing chair in the garden downstairs, with a row of orchids in front of her, she wanted to take out her mobile phone to take a picture. Suddenly, it occurred to her that the mobile phone had been confiscated when she entered the security check.

It's strict. She was checked when she came in, and thin book and inkstone were no exception.

She didn't know much about orchids. She had also seen a variety of orchids with skyrocketing prices in Xishan club. It was said that they were all six digit starting prices, but the orchids in front of her did not seem to be skyrocketing. She stared at them until she heard someone say, "this is Cymbidium!"

The sound?

He was frightened and got up in a hurry.

Bo Jinglan has changed his usual clothes at the moment. His majestic breath is much less. He looks like a loving elder. He takes a step back and says, "hello."

Her face has seven points of similarity, but it is not as smart and lovely as she was then.

"Hello!" Bo Jinglan also returned, and continued to introduce to her: "this row is Cymbidium, there are Chunlan."

He didn't seem to have any airs. He looked very kind. He was like an uncle next door. Even though he thought so, he didn't dare to take it lightly. She began to think: "are all the flowers and plants you raised in this yard?"

"Yes, I will take care of it when I have time. I want to raise flowers and plants in the yard and take my grandchildren with me when I retire."

He spoke with a smile, apparently to lower his sense of distance.

But miss is still very rigid, she also smiles, but the smile even feel far fetched, she feels that no matter what she says, there is an embarrassing feeling of flattery, or saying anything is out of time. Even though the elders in the opposite side try to reduce their sense of distance, it is because of their identity that they still can't be unscrupulous and even more afraid of their own I said the wrong thing.

After all, they are not familiar with their elders.

Fortunately, Bo Jinglan didn't ask much. Although he had a lot of things to ask her, he still worried about some things and didn't say anything.

He asked no more questions and turned and walked into the house.

At this time, it was completely dark. Thin book and ink stone went to the ointment from Aunt Xin, and was told about some things. His expression was always indifferent. But when he finally left, he waved to Aunt Xin and whispered, "aunt Xin, I'm leaving."

Aunt Xin nodded: "books and inkstones, you will come more often when you are free. Your father also miss you very much."

"Good!"

As he walked out, he met his father who was coming in. Under the warm light, he found that his father had white hair on his temples, which should be the result of years of hard work.

What did Bo Shuyan want to say, he only said: "I'm gone."

There is no more words between the two people. When Bo Shuyan turns around, Bo Jinglan is also looking at his back, in a trance or the child who took his hand and called him father more than 20 years ago.

Back to the car of the hotel, he took a deep breath and said: "the prime minister, he is very approachable, very friendly, no shelf!"

Bo Shuyan chuckled: "what did he say to you?"

"No, I just introduced the flowers he planted to me. Unfortunately, I don't know much about orchids, or maybe I can talk for a while."

Bo Shuyan didn't expect that Bo Jinglan would take the initiative to find a way to talk to him. He pursed his lips in silence.

When sending Miss back to the hotel, he asked her to wait for his news. She stood at the door of the hotel and remembered what she remembered when she turned around and asked what she wanted to ask.

Bo Shuyan knew what she wanted to say, and comforted him: "don't worry, he will be OK."

My eyes droop slowly.

Even if she is separated, I still hope that he can be well. Even though he has brought him so much pain, so many tears, and even her whole life has changed because of him, she sat on the bench in front of the fountain downstairs of the hotel and sorted out her thoughts. Now, the things she is facing are not very complicated, but after making a decision, it is Give up your life.Mu Tianqiao asked her to raise a child in order not to let his son be criticized by others. He had a decent identity, even a carefree childhood. He felt that he could hold his mind and know where her weakness was. A woman, with care, was easy to manipulate.

Similarly, this child is also Mu Tianqiao's weakness.

After so many years, it has not changed at all. It seems that no one has ever considered the issue from her standpoint, and she has only been taken advantage of.

She may have got a man's heart.

But she lost more than that.

Her family, her children, and her life, which would not have been rich but would have been glorious.

Perhaps, sixteen years ago, the beginning of that period of fate was the turning point of the whole life.

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Secretary Zhou quickly transferred out the data he was thinking about. The column of father was blank.

Bo Jinglan stopped his work, put on his glasses and looked at it again and again. After confirming that he was correct, he sighed heavily and asked about Gu xinwan's current situation. After getting the news that he had died, there was a long silence.

That kind of silence, fell in the ears of Secretary Zhou, quite a bit desolate.

Bo Jinglan silently hung up the phone.

She was two years younger than herself. At that time, she also called her elder martial brother. She was a smart and lively junior sister of the debating society. Her eyes looked like curved crescent.

In a flash, thirty years have passed.

He thought he had forgotten her.

But there is no such thing.

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