Stopping, Bo Jinghan took out his mobile phone from his bag, looked at the caller ID, and ignored it.
Blood Eagle, who had exceptionally good eyesight, saw the name on the screen - Fiona.
His eyes flickered, and almost instantly, Xue Ying raised the corner of his mouth again, raised his eyebrows and winked at Bo Jinghan, and whistled with a playful expression, "Miss, I admire you for going out at this time!"
"If you dare to follow me, I will make you admire me even more!"
Pouting his lips, Bo Jinghan responded in the same joking tone, as if he was joking with a friend.
Immediately he opened the door and got into the car.
Just as she was about to close the door, Xue Ying suddenly reached out and threw an envelope in her direction.
"Take it. Although this mole is not lethal, it doesn't mean that she won't take a gamble and sell you at a higher price. Of course, if she doesn't have this idea, that's the best. You can take this opportunity.
, send her far away, and I will take care of the other things... If you have any questions, you can give me your orders!"
Blood Eagle's voice suddenly dropped, he paused for a moment, and emphasized the last sentence lightly.
But if you listen carefully, you will find it easily.
His title changed from "you" to "you"!
Of course, the servants around would not care about this kind of word play.
The only one who heard it deeply was Bo Jinghan.
"I understand. I will be careful. If I send you out for such a trivial matter, it would be overkill!"
Bang!
After closing the car door, Bo Jinghan opened the envelope, took a look at it, and then put the envelope bag into his handbag.
At this moment, the cell phone in the bag rang again.
Bo Jinghan took out a small Bluetooth headset from the locker in front of the passenger seat and hung it on his ear.
After connecting, she answered the phone.
At the same time, he started the car, hit the accelerator, and sped away...
The scenery in the manor quickly retreated.
Fiona's slightly urgent voice came from the earphones: "Hey, Cynthia, is that you?"
The familiar voice gave Bo Jinghan a few seconds of silence.
It wasn't until Fiona spoke again that she said "hmm" in a low voice.
On the other end of the phone, Fiona received a response. She couldn't tell whether her mood at the moment was getting higher or finally falling.
She held a newspaper tightly in her hand, her eyes glued to the huge photo on the front page, which occupied half of the page.
As soon as he got anxious, he started the verbal bombardment mode.
"Dear, have you seen it? Today's newspapers have published it. Some media took photos of Mr. Bo and a certain military and political daughter attending a cocktail party. They took advantage of the situation and exaggerated it, saying that they were planning to get married! There's still a wait here.
I’m looking at your photo for comparison! What’s even more unethical is that the reporter in the newspaper, trying to attract attention, even ridiculed Mr. Bo for hugging him. He couldn’t let go of his rich background, but he couldn’t let go of your 32D——”
The series of words revealed a bit of anxiety, a bit of anger, and a lot of unspeakable emotions.
But Bo Jinghan on the other side remained silent.
This made Fiona, who was already nervous, even more worried.
Somewhat confused, he tentatively called out: "Cynthia?"
No response was received, only gentle and even breathing came from the receiver.
Fiona's hand holding the phone shook unconsciously.
His eyes followed the newspaper in his hand to the suitcase at his feet.
She took a deep breath, calmed her racing heart, and asked again: "Cynthia, did you hear me! Cynthia?!"
