He took it over and when he saw it was Lan Jiao calling, he swiped coldly to answer the call: "I'll go back to see Xiao Mo first. You can make your own arrangements in the afternoon."
Then, he hung up the phone.
He never had any unnecessary words for Lan Jiao.
"Uncle, it's obvious that you don't like that aunt."
Well, of course I don't like it.
etc......
Who is speaking?
Bo Zhanye turned his head and looked at the back seat, and was surprised to see Lan Yaya in a princess dress sitting in the car.
It was originally a very rustic style children's dress, but when she wore it, her pink face and skin as white as porcelain made her look cute and doll-like.
Buns?
"When did you come up? Who asked you to come up?"
I don’t know what thoughts he had in his last question.
In short, Lan Yaya's next answer left him with no idea.
She said: "Just before, I think Brother Mo, when he saw your uncle's car, he got in by himself."
Come up on your own, it turns out like this...
Bo Zhanye's eyes dimmed: "Have you told your mommy?"
"No, uncle, don't you welcome me to your home to see Brother Mo?"
Bo Zhanye denied it, and said patiently and gently: "Of course you are welcome, but you will make your mother worry, and it is not the right thing to do."
As soon as he finished speaking, the mobile phone on the train rang. This time, it was Lan Xixi’s call.
It had been more than half an hour since he drove. She must have spent a lot of effort to find the surveillance camera and call him.
He took the phone and answered it coldly, not talking, just listening.
It took about three seconds for the woman's awkward and stiff voice to come from the other end: "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. It was Yaya who got into your car secretly. I'm really sorry.
Where are you now? I'll go pick her up."
Judging from her jerky tone, it seemed that if it weren't for Yaya, she wouldn't have called him.
Bo Zhanye raised his thin lips coldly: "Villa."
Then, he coldly hung up the phone.
Lan Yaya looked at her and pouted: "Uncle, have you always been so cold? You were cold to that aunt before, and now you are so cold to my mommy. No girl likes you."
"..." In his world, women never need to be liked.
Bo Zhanye didn't answer.
Lan Yaya was like a little chatterbox, and added: "Uncle, gentle men are the most popular with girls. Let me tell you quietly, my mommy likes men like Uncle Tang, and Uncle Nan from before was also of that type."
Bo Zhanye knew Nan Jingting and also knew that Lan Xixi liked Tang Shishen. Otherwise, how could he still be involved after his marriage?
His voice became more and more condensed: "Don't mention her, I'm not interested."
"Really? It's such a pity that Mommy doesn't have Uncle Tang, and Uncle Bo doesn't like Mommy either. My Mommy doesn't have a man to love her anymore. It's so pitiful. I have to look for a new boyfriend for Mommy."
The little girl said it with great assurance, her face was troubled, and she was as worried as a little adult.
Bo Zhanye: "..."
Do children today like to meddle in adults’ affairs?
"Uncle, you are so good, there must be many good people around you, right? Why don't you help recommend them? I'll choose them one by one." The little girl continued to give ideas.
Bo Zhanye's eyes darkened.
Thinking of recommending men to Lan Xixi, my heart felt like a heavy stone was weighing on her.
He said: "All the men I know are married, drink heavily, and beat women."
"Ah! That's too miserable! That won't work. My future daddy must be a rich, handsome, gentle, and good man who dotes on mommy!"