1602. Chapter 1602 Heaven's law is manifest and retribution is unhappy [61]
"Why, is there anything else?"
From the mirror on the dressing table, Bo Jinghan could clearly see every word and action of the maid.
Seeing her suddenly turning around, Bao Jinghan also stopped what he was doing, looked at her with raised eyebrows, asked casually with an indifferent smile on his lips.
"Yes, it's Mr. Bo. Mr. Bo asked you to go downstairs later. He is waiting for you in the study."
"Aze is here too?"
"I'm sorry, Miss, I don't know if Housekeeper Ze is here."
"I understand. It doesn't matter. You go do your own thing and go down! If anyone asks you, just say I'll pack it up and go down."
Watching the figure in the mirror disappear behind the door.
The corners of Bao Jinghan's raised lips slowly tightened.
The curved arc was like a phantom, disappearing into her calm but delicate and beautiful face.
She looked like a porcelain doll in the mirror, beautiful as she was, but lacking something...
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downstairs.
There was no one in the big hall.
The housekeeper and servants didn't know where they had gone.
Even with the bright lights in the hall, it still feels eerily deserted.
Approach the study.
Bo Jinghan took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Before he lowered his hand, the door opened.
"Hey, Miss Han?"
"Brother Ao, so you are here? Grandpa is looking for me."
Looking at the man standing in the door, Bo Jinghan's eyes flickered slightly, and then the corners of his tightened mouth raised, creating a just right smile.
"Oh, the old man is waiting for you inside! Come in quickly!"
After giving way, Yan Ao looked at her with a smile as usual.
He made a gesture of invitation towards her.
But when she entered the door, he took advantage of the close distance between the two of them and leaned close to her ear without leaving any trace, whispering: "The old man is in a bad mood, and I don't know what Aze reported to him. In short, since Aze
After the boy Ze went out, the old man's face was not very clear, his brows were always frowning involuntarily, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Let me remind you, be careful what you say later, don't give it to you
Grandpa is causing trouble. Do you know?"
"Well, I understand, thank you, Brother Ao!"
Bo Jinghan thanked him simply, nodded slightly to him, and walked past him.
He walked up to Mr. Bo's desk and sat down on the chair in front of the desk.
Hearing the door close behind her, she said softly: "Grandpa, did you call me?"
"Oh, Hanhan, you're here!"
Mr. Bo suddenly looked up when he heard the voice. There was an indescribable solemnity in his weathered eyes, hidden in his trance. It was as if he had not yet recovered from some kind of memory or reverie.
Seeing this, Bo Jinghan controlled his voice smoothly and whispered in a soft voice: "Grandpa, what are you thinking about? You are so absorbed in it?"
This sound brought Mr. Bo back to his senses completely.
His eyes regained their former shrewdness, and a smile appeared on his lips when he looked at her.
"Don't you know what I'm thinking about?"
Cross your hands and support your elbows on the table.
Mr. Bo squinted his eyes with a half-smile, and leaned forward slightly, but his eyes were fixed on Bo Jinghan for a moment, and he kept his secrets: "Do you need me to remind you? Hanhan, be honest.
Tell me, where did you go today?"
"Grandpa, I don't think I need to answer you. Aze should be very conscientious and report to you my schedule today, right? Since you already know it, why bother asking again?!"
