In silence, Bo Jinghan slowly laid out a snow-white napkin and placed it in front of her. She sat in an elegant and dignified posture, without any affectation or stiffness. There was a sense of casualness everywhere, showing her demeanor that was carved into her bones.
But she didn't know that while doing this series of actions, Bo Jinghan was ignoring these eyes. To be precise, she was deliberately ignoring the aggressive eyes that were staring directly at her.
Even if she didn't look at it, she could feel that gaze following her all the time, as if it was equipped with a locator. And she also knew where the gaze came from and who it belonged to.
The old man sitting on the main seat looked at Mo Huan and then at Bo Jinghan. Most of the time, his eyes stayed on Bo Jinghan. To be precise, he was looking through Bo Jinghan to see what might be possible.
It has disappeared into the vast wilderness of the universe and turned into a shadow of memory.
Through her, he could see the person who still remained deep in his memory.
She is worthy of being that person's descendant. Even though she was not raised in such a family, she still possesses an innate aura, a calm and profound elegance.
"Cynthia, I'm glad you came to the appointment. Well, would you like some music?"
Withdrawing his thoughts that were gradually drifting away, the old man wearing a red gold mask suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, stared at Bao Jinghan, and spoke.
Bo Jinghan raised his eyes and looked at the old man.
Smile sweetly.
There was still a chill in his eyes.
"With your invitation, do I have an option not to come?"
"You are a very smart little girl. There is really no possibility of you not coming to the appointment..." The old man smiled solemnly and returned to the topic. His face was kind and loving, just like a grandfather looking at his granddaughter.
He asked casually: "Do you have any music you particularly like? Let them play it so that it can add some fun to our banquet!"
Bo Jinghan twitched the corners of his smiling mouth slightly.
He quickly adjusted his expression and responded calmly: "As the guest does, the host does as he pleases."
In my heart, I was secretly cursing the old man and pervert in the chair, and at the same time, I was cursing - if you don't directly play the ghost call, it is already scary enough, what more fun is there! We have already learned your taste along the way.
Yes, it was definitely called bad taste. Apart from frightening, she dared to say that it would never have the second effect!
I have to say, Bo Xiaoniu is the truth.
The old man in front of him is indeed an out-and-out pervert, and his so-called fun has nothing to do with surprises, but only frights, which are even more terrifying than frights.
Regardless, what Bo Jinghan didn't expect was that the source of the shock was the plates that came one after another, not the music that played after the old man in front of him snapped his fingers.
The cool breeze blew across her face, causing the broken hair on her forehead and ears to float slightly.
It tickled her ears a little.
The slow serenade, melodious and melodious, follows a bamboo raft from far to near, approaching from the edge of the lake towards the pavilion in the center of the lake.
The bamboo raft finally stopped not far from the pavilion. The old housekeeper holding the bamboo raft left the musician who was playing the violin standing on the bamboo raft, steadily climbed onto the pavilion, walked towards the old man, and stood still behind him.
.
He bowed slightly and whispered in the old man's ear: "Sir, the kitchen is ready."
"Well, let's serve!" The old man looked at Jinghan Bo thoughtfully and added, "I think Cynthia and Happy are already hungry..."
