Everyone sat down at once and gathered together to enjoy a dinner carefully prepared by the top chefs of Bo Mansion, which was comparable to a Manchu and Han Dynasty banquet.
At the dinner table, everyone was laughing and talking, and the atmosphere was warm.
But someone changed the topic and suddenly pointed it at Jinghan Bo.
Mr. Bo seemed to have remembered something. He turned to look at Bo Jinghan, who was forcing Tangtang to eat green fruits and vegetables, and asked very casually: "Hanhan, whose phone number was it just now? Why did it take so long?"
"Oh, it's nothing. It's Uncle Shang...it's Shang Haotian's father, Shang Zhirong, calling. He wants to invite me to his house for a casual meal!"
Not wanting to cause trouble for the old man over such a trivial matter, Bo Jinghan ignored the rest of the remarks and answered calmly.
But who is Mr. Bo?
Not to mention that he trained this little girl, but based on these five years of getting along with her, if he didn't understand this child, he wouldn't want to hang out in the circle!
However, looking at the little girl's expression, I believe that she will never say anything about this, whether it is true or false.
Mr. Bo was able to keep his composure, nodded slightly, and asked again in a different way.
"You agreed?"
"No." Bo Jinghan raised his head and glanced at the old man, and said slowly: "In the past, Uncle Shang still took good care of my mother and me, but he is Shang Haotian's father after all. I don't want to have anything to do with the merchants anymore!"
There are smart people at the dinner table.
Bo Jinghan's seemingly ordinary response took on several more meanings in the ears of others.
And relying on Mr. Bo's understanding of his granddaughter, he can naturally understand it.
This girl is saying good things for Shang Zhirong!
First, let me tell everyone that it doesn’t matter what happens to the merchant. She has nothing to do with the merchant anyway, so she will not interfere in the merchant’s affairs. No matter who is sitting here to toss the merchant, it has nothing to do with her. Secondly,
It was hinted to Mr. Bo that Shang Zhirong had taken care of her and her mother, so Shang Zhirong would ask her to be a guest...
"Um."
Mr. Bo nodded casually, his half-squinted shrewd but slightly chaotic eyes staring at her face quietly at this moment.
Meaningful!
There was a brief silence, a chuckle passed by, and a new topic started again.
Everyone continued to chat enthusiastically.
Especially Qiao Shukuang and Lei Jason.
No one expected that these two people, who seemed to have completely different temperaments, were like two magnets and were attracted to each other!
In other words, rough words are called - the tortoise looked at the mung bean and his eyes met!
From the moment we first met, we explored each other, talked and laughed.
Let’s have a drink at the dinner table again.
Within a few hours, the two men began to call themselves brothers.
He patted each other and said, "It's so late to meet you, buddy!"
But for some reason, every time Bo Jinghan hears these words, every time his eyes pass over the two people, he will unconsciously think...is this a show of affection?
"Cough cough cough——"
I was choked by my own thoughts.
Bo Jinghan covered his mouth with a napkin, turned his head and coughed quietly.
When the cough is severe, the already extremely thin voice seems to be trembling.
Lu Yan was close, and he hurriedly reached out to help her rub her back, patting her gently.
After finally regaining his breath, Bao Jinghan turned his head and glanced at Lu Yan, then lowered his head and gasped.
"Be good, drink some water!"
A glass of warm water was handed to him.
Just as Bo Jinghan wanted to say thank you, another cup appeared in front of him...
