"Baby, what you said seems like you are here to question me? But why do I feel that I should be the one to ask you?"
After a pause in his voice, Ivan's tone was as sinister as ever, still so cynical, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking about at this moment and the next second: "Haha... Dear Cynthia, you are still
Are you as naughty as ever? The people I sent have been made miserable by you!"
Thinking about the situation reported to him by Zhu Li, Ivan was not angry at Bo Jinghan, but was happy.
He felt that this little fox of the Bo family was what he liked best when he was sinister.
It's really not a word that can be described as cute.
Of course, Miss Bo didn't know what he was thinking at the moment.
If he knew about it, he would definitely tell him immediately: Are you a pervert? You are looking for abuse!
"Why, are you feeling distressed? Do you want to prosecute me? So, what crime are you going to charge me with? In my opinion, I gave him a chance and also gave him a warning, telling him to get out and don't do it again.
Follow. But he is loyal to you and is unwilling to leave the position you assigned him. So... if he doesn't go by himself, then I can only let him follow. As for what happened to him while following me,
Whatever happens, it has nothing to do with me."
The implication of Bo Jinghan's words is very simple - if I tell the girl to get out and he doesn't, then I can only use my own way to get him to get away. Everyone is based on their ability. Whether he is miserable or not is not the same as the girl.
It's half a dime, whether you feel sorry for him or he is unlucky, you both have to knock out your teeth and swallow them mixed with blood!
If you don't do it, you will die!
"Haha, I'm not here to call for punishment, I'm here to thank you for letting me catch another idiot who has all the skills but doesn't know how to adapt. If I let him do things in the future, it won't matter if he meets ordinary people.
When you meet a goblin, fox, or something, he is still not beaten to death? So, I packed him up overnight and threw him to your base to be rebuilt. And, I made a suggestion to your uncle. From now on.
During the base assessment, I suggest you check their tracking skills and camouflage..."
"Ivan, you still have one minute. If you just want to talk to me about this matter, I don't think I need to give you another minute. Hang up!"
Black lines could not help but appear on his forehead. Bo Jinghan was not afraid of anything, but he was most afraid of chatting with Ivan.
This guy seems to be casual, but every word he says is full of weirdness, which makes you have to use your brain to think deeply. If you are not careful, he can use a bunch of nonsense-sounding words to make you faint.
Inside, it will make you collapse, and then a fatal blow will kill you in gentle chat or negotiation.
Now, regardless of the intention of his call, Bo Jinghan wanted to get something beneficial to himself out of him.
"Cynthia, we have known each other for such a long time. If I still can't figure out your temper, character, and psychological tricks, I would have spent so many years in vain."
These words exuded domineering and confidence.
But he does have the capital.
Compared to Bo Jinghan, who had only received five years of special training from his family, Ivan had a natal chart of intrigue and intrigue right from his mother's womb. He was enlightened quite early and developed well the day after tomorrow.
Bo Jinghan didn't get a good deal every time he was in front of him...
