22. Chapter 22 Don’t believe in God, only seek for yourself
"How she is, you don't need to judge!"
The voice was gentle, but as cold as a noble king.
Confident, arrogant, and unkind!
Bo Junchen took a sip of coffee and turned around.
His dark and shrewd eyes glanced at the secretary behind him, glanced at him, then looked away, passed by, and walked towards the fitting mirror.
"But...Boss, I also think about the company, so..."
The female secretary looked away without leaving any trace, concealed the admiration in her eyes, made a respectful look, and defended in a deep voice.
But she knew that although Bao Jinghan had not been made public, the entire Bo family treated her like a treasure, and her status was extraordinary.
Moreover, Mr. Bo had introduced her to a small circle of people who had close personal relationships with the Bo family a few months ago, laying the foundation for future disclosure.
In other words, if the social circle is divided into three, six or nine levels, those who don't know who Bo Jinghan is are just not qualified enough.
Therefore, she took a big risk by speaking ill of Jinghan Bo at this time.
But she still said it, because if she continued to bet on her loyalty, could she get Bo Junchen to look at him differently?
But obviously, she lost the bet——
"Secretary Rong, I don't like talkative guys. If there's a next time, you can just go and get your severance pay!"
Bo Junchen, who was wearing a tie, interrupted her.
In the mirror, the man's face was as calm as the cover model, but his overall majesty was intimidating.
The female secretary shrank.
"Yes, Boss."
Pressing her lower lip, the female secretary clenched her fists and scolded herself in her heart for her recklessness.
The next second, she reacted, quickly put aside her messy thoughts, walked towards Bo Junchen, and stretched out her hands to help him tidy up his clothes out of habit.
But before her fingers touched the hem of her clothes.
"Get out!" Bo Junchen glanced at her and ordered: "Tell Lin Moxun to go downstairs to pick up Jinghan and tell her to come see me first."
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downstairs.
"Tsk..." Fiona, who had a shrewd look on her face, pushed up her black-rimmed glasses and leaned close to Bo Jinghan's ear: "Cynthia, you bumped into me on purpose just now!"
Bo Jinghan raised his eyebrows silently.
"Ancestor, you are really good. Yesterday, I almost vomited three liters of blood to get all the banquet halls in this hotel for you! And, you are just trying to squeeze them onto the lawn for a wedding?!"
"That's because they have no ability. What does it have to do with me!" A hint of interest flashed across the corner of Bao Jinghan's mouth, and his beautiful eyes flickered: "However, the report tomorrow will be very interesting..."
fox!
An absolute fox!
Fiona looked at Bo Jinghan intently and shook her head slightly.
"They must have never done anything good in their last life!" That's why they offended the devil Bo Jinghan!
"Fiona," she smiled slightly, and a ray of brightness illuminated her pretty face, making people dizzy, "Do you believe in the natural cycle of karma and retribution?"
"Why do you ask? Could it be that they were...five years ago-"
Subconsciously closing her mouth, Fiona looked at Bo Jinghan in surprise, turned her eyes in disbelief, and glanced at the ambulance coming and going in the distance.
Perhaps hearing the sound of the ambulance, Bo Jinghan also turned his head and looked over.
From a distance, she looked at the serious figure surrounded by reporters, and a sneer flashed across her lips.
"I don't believe in God, so I want to become God..."
"What?" Fiona didn't hear clearly and asked subconsciously.
Bo Jinghan just smiled and said nothing, gracefully stepped on the stairs and approached the revolving door...
