1164. Chapter 1164 Uncle and nephew team up to plan to buy the murderer with leaf scum [4]
The night Mr. Bo mentioned was really late.
Around eleven o'clock, Jinghan Bo had just hung up the phone from Lu Yan and was lowering his head to sort out the messy documents on the table when the cell phone at his hand began to vibrate again.
Bo Junchen's stern yet gentle photo flashed on the screen.
The document tape in his hand slipped to the ground.
Before it could be sealed, several pieces of light yellow, very old-fashioned paper popped out from the mouth of the document bag.
Above it is a dense series of handwritten letters.
There are only two Chinese characters, which are circled and stand out very eye-catchingly.
——Sheng Qing!
Bo Jinghan hurriedly knelt down, picked up the document bag, and sealed it.
And quickly pulled out a few confidential documents from the dense pile of documents on the desktop, opened the safe hidden in the bookcase behind him, put the documents in and put them away.
Only then did he answer the phone.
One exhale, one inhale.
The sound of low and subtle breathing reached the ears from the earpiece.
Bo Jinghan didn't speak, and the person on the other end of the phone didn't speak either.
The two were in a stalemate for about a minute. The deep and elegant voice on the other end slowly turned into notes, gently tapping Bo Jinghan's eardrums, triggering a series of keen auditory nerves and sending them to the brain.
Nerve center.
"Hanhan, I'm back!"
After a pause, the man spoke directly at the same speed and tone as before: "I'm outside the door, come out with me to enjoy the breeze."
Hearing the sound, Bo Jinghan, who had been silent all this time, only said one word, "Okay."
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The headlights outside the main house came on when Bo Jinghan went out.
Under the stairs, Bo Junchen's low-key and luxurious driving seat was parked there.
Seeing her appear, he opened the car door.
The night and the light were intertwined. Bo Junchen, who walked around the car, stood in the night, opened the door of the passenger seat, and gestured to Bo Jinghan, who was dressed simply under the light.
"Come here and get in the car."
These two simple words are like instructions for programming.
It sounds calm, but there is a hint of strength that cannot be resisted.
Bo Jinghan looked at him with a calm expression on his face.
Half a second later, she stopped driving, looked at the driver's seat behind him, slightly raised her lips, raised her eyebrows, and got into the car without saying anything else.
Sit tight and buckle your seat belt.
Jinghan Bo was like a robot executing orders. He didn't resist, didn't ask questions, and didn't speak, let alone question him. He just did familiar things step by step, and didn't say a word until he drove away from the manor.
The same goes for thin kings and ministers.
The night was silent.
On the road outside the manor, except for the occasional few cars passing by, there was almost no sound.
Bo Jinghan lowered the temperature of the air conditioner in the car, tilted his face, and looked at the receding tree shadows outside the window and the dark streamlines drawn in his eyes.
Suddenly, they noticed that a champagne-colored car suddenly appeared in the night, seemingly chasing their car and slowly approaching it.
But Bo Junchen stepped on the accelerator calmly.
The two cars were running on the wide and silent road, like two beasts with amazing speed, chasing each other tightly.
Who is this?
Bo Jinghan squinted his eyes and looked in the rearview mirror. His heart was already full of questions and could not calm down. At this moment, more than one question arose.
But Bo Junchen was always unhurried and calm.
He was as calm and composed as if the car chasing him was the friend he had arranged to meet in a traffic jam!
