When Bo Wenzheng received the message of rejection from over there, he knew that his son had noticed it. He was really keen.
After all, there is no better son than a father. It is impossible for Bo Wenzheng to be unclear about his son's character. All in all, he is not a good person.
He frowned slightly, but he had to do what his wife told him. Besides, he was determined that the rules of the Bo family should not be messed with.
It was difficult to deal with both sides, so he had to give up one of them. Bo Wenzheng pretended not to know, went to his son's office downstairs in person, and pushed the door open.
He asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"
Bao Sihan put down the contract in his hand gently, looked at his father who came in at the door, and said, "You should know what your idea is. I advise you not to mess around."
Two days ago, father and son were on the same front, but now they are competing against each other.
The life of a wealthy family is mostly like this, and interests are eternal.
Bo Wenzheng walked to his table, glanced at the contract on the table, then looked up at his son, and smiled: "I just want you to make more connections. You are too sensitive."
His son has a lot of work to deal with every day and his health is not good. No matter what, Bo Wenzheng will consider his health and is unwilling to force him.
"Well, it's just that I don't think it's necessary, and my body can't bear it." Bao Sihan replied slowly, with visible fatigue on his brows. He stopped looking at the person, picked up the contract and continued to browse.
Bo Wenzheng stayed quietly for a while, and for a while he didn't know what to do. He couldn't turn a blind eye to his son's contribution, but it was hard to explain to his wife.
If the son's mother is unhappy, and the two stubborn stones butt heads against each other, it will be of no benefit to either party.
Bo Wenzheng felt a little embarrassed and helpless, and left without saying anything more.
Bao Sihan waited for the door to close before putting down what he was holding and sitting quietly in thought.
When he went back in the past few days, he smelled a bit of perfume every night, and Jing Yu could definitely feel it.
It's true that he didn't do anything, but the relationship between the two is not clear enough.
Jingyu didn't know how to ask, so he could only mention it from time to time to clarify indirectly.
However, if you repeat it again and again, it will feel like you are listening to the story of 'The wolf is crying'.
He didn't want her to misunderstand. Thinking of this, Bao Sihan turned his eyes to the door.
Fortunately, his father didn't mention it and didn't force him.
In the afternoon, Bao Sihan left the company early to avoid having to meet his father at a short notice.
When he returned home, he planned to change his clothes first and then go next door to play two games of chess with Mr. Lu.
As a result, when I entered the door, I found my mother coming.
His eyes collided with Lin Yanru's, and then he moved to Lu Jingyu who was next to her, and there was a... strange woman.
Bao Sihan couldn't help but frown. This was his residence after all. He could understand his mother coming without saying hello, but he brought a stranger without permission.
How come, strangers can enter his house, Bao Sihan?
Why didn't he remember that the threshold of Dijinyuan was so low that anyone could come in and out at will?
Bao Sihan's face was gloomy. His eyes fell on the strange woman for less than a second and then moved away. As if he didn't want to look any further, he asked Lin Yanru, "Why is mother here? What's going on?"
Lu Jingyu glanced at him, his expression always cold and distant, with no hint of emotion or anger.
But Bao Sihan felt inexplicably that she was in a bad mood.