1940. Chapter 1940 Witty and waiting for rescue 【1】
key?!
When she heard these two words, Bo Jinghan felt like she was struck by lightning. Something hit her heart hard, making her suffocated and trying to breathe but couldn't.
But she still tried her best to stay calm, raised her eyebrows with a half-smile, and looked sideways at the overly beautiful man. The corners of her mouth were curved again and again, with a touch of sarcasm and a bit of unexplained banter.
He opened his mouth with a mocking tone: "Beautiful man, have you made a mistake? You lost your key. What are you doing with me? You should go find a locksmith! My Bo family has all the companies, but there is no professional locksmith.
Of course, if you lose your house key and want to change the door, I can help you contact my housekeeper and ask him to send someone to deliver ten or eight of the latest doors for you to choose from. Choose the one you like.
I’ll give you a 20% discount.”
As he spoke, Bo Jinghan spread his thumb and index finger, made an eight sign, and waved them in front of the man's eyes.
But the man didn't speak, and kept staring at her deeply.
After a while, he suddenly smiled and said: "The information provided by Secretary Rong is absolutely correct. You don't know anything at all."
"You lost your key, what do I need to know?"
Raising his eyebrows, Bo Jinghan raised his chin slightly and looked at him sideways, with a bit of arrogance in his eyes.
That look was more like looking at...an alien talking nonsense.
But in fact, Bo Jinghan broke out in a cold sweat.
Especially when he said that Rong Rong provided information. Bo Jinghan suddenly felt that the invisible network seemed to be approaching her at this moment, and the distance between him and her was getting closer. As long as he was not careful and made a wrong step
, if she said the wrong thing, maybe the net would shine directly on top of her head.
"Cynthia, you don't know the key we are looking for, but your grandpa and uncle should know it. You said, if we take you as a hostage, what will happen to your grandpa or Bo Junchen? They should... give it away.
Come on!"
Holding the clear bone china cup, Sheng Qing returned and placed the cup in front of her.
Then he picked up the milk cup and added half a cup of milk into the cup.
With her slender fingertips, she held a porcelain-white spoon and stirred gently.
There was no sound at all, only the mellow fragrance of milk, accompanied by the sweet fragrance of black tea, was transmitted to the other end along with the steaming mist.
Bo Jinghan stared at the dazzling gemstone ring on his finger that covered half of the wound.
I don't know what I'm thinking about.
For a moment, the three of them were silent, but the extremely quiet atmosphere became increasingly cold.
"What is the key that makes you care so much? Now that technology is so advanced, what kind of locks can't be opened? Not to mention professionals, even I can use small things like wire and hairpins.
Open an ordinary door lock easily. If it doesn't work, you can use prying, kicking, or pressing... Even a safe can't withstand this action! Okay, even if you need the key
, it’s a bank safe. You are so capable that you dare to tie me up. Don’t you have the capability to blow a hole out of that safe?”
Frowning slightly, Bo Jinghan raised his head and looked at the two of them.
He spoke in a very casual tone, but Huazhong was a little impatient, as if he still disliked the "stupidity" of the two guys in front of him!
