1938. Chapter 1938 People's hearts under the mask [24]
"Now, has Miss Bo completed the verification? Do you think I am Sheng Qing?"
He let go of his hand and looked at Jinghan Bao with interest.
But Bo Jinghan ignored the inquiry in his eyes and said calmly: "I can't be sure. This kind of thing, God knows and the earth knows, you know. Who you are has nothing to do with me. Why do you want to become 'Sheng Qing'?"
The biggest question before me. Sir, are you Sheng Qing? If so, please tell me why you took me as your backer and died in front of me, leaving me as a suspect.
You want to leave me a nightmare. Isn’t it too unkind to be a man like this? Of course, if you are not Sheng Qing, you don’t have to answer this question."
"I don't even know how to answer it. Frankly speaking, we came to you not to answer your questions, but to ask Miss Bo to help us answer our questions."
Sheng Qing glanced at her provocatively, then turned around and let the two of them pass.
Directly opposite the door, the position that should be respected according to ranking is occupied by a beautiful and dangerous guy.
As soon as he sat down, he pushed Bao Jinghan into the seat on his left. But he looked at Sheng Qing. When he saw him sitting down, he pursed his lips and poured out the extra cup of steaming tea: "
Withdraw!"
Three faint words that seem meaningless.
But the moment he finished speaking, he was replaced by a thin sound of cracking porcelain pieces.
Hot tea splashed on the ancient floor, reflecting a dark color.
Broken pieces of blue and white porcelain fell to the floor with a bang, and there were still tea leaves hanging on some of them.
Very messy.
But in this scene, Bo Jinghan found something interesting.
If she guessed correctly, this fourth cup of tea was prepared for Rong Rong. At this moment, Rong Rong had not returned, and the beautiful Boss seemed to have expelled her.
Oh no, expulsion is a nice way of saying it.
To put it bluntly, no matter what her current situation is or whether she can come back, the ending in their eyes is the same as this broken porcelain cup.
Feeling slightly startled, Bo Jinghan tried his best to cover up the peace with calm and indifferent eyes and a shallow communicative smile.
She glanced past the broken tea cup, as if she didn't understand anything, but someone accidentally broke the cup, and looked up at the two people in front of her.
"If you don't want to say it, don't say it. Guests follow their hosts, right?"
Laugh, laugh, laugh, she smiled hard, turned her eyes calmly and glanced back at the beautiful Boss, then lowered her eyes and looked at the arm held tightly by him, and said softly: "However, your master's hospitality is
"It's a bit hard to accept. How can I drink tea when you hold me like this?"
"Sheng, have you seen it? This woman has such sharp teeth and such a picky temper! But she is much more powerful than she has been in a few years!"
After jokingly sighing, he actually let go of his hand and pointed at the cup in front of her: "Please use it, Cynthia."
"Thank you."
Picking up the tea cup, Bo Jinghan elegantly hooked the cup's ears and raised it slightly in the direction of the beautiful Boss. Then he opened the half-covered lid of the cup, and a faint Kaji color fell into his eyes.
This is not tea, but milk tea.
After bringing it to her nose and sniffing it, she sipped the edge of the cup and tasted the sweetness mixed with the milky aroma in the cup.
Her thoughts drifted unconsciously to the afternoons when she was abroad. The afternoon tea she was accustomed to and often used had this taste.
This smell reminded her of something, but before she could grasp it, the feeling disappeared.
Putting down the delicate cup, Bo Jinghan licked a trace of milk stains from the corner of his mouth with satisfaction and raised his head again: "Tell me, is there anything you need me to clarify?"
