After all, the video of Lan Xixi beating someone is still fresh in my mind, so I don’t dare to offend him.
In the office, Bo Xilang was carefully processing documents at his desk. The documents on the desk were piled up like mountains, almost overwhelming the people.
For the first time, Lan Xixi felt that the higher the seniority, the greater the work pressure.
She said: "I'm sorry, I'm late. Also... I injured my hand and didn't go back to cook. I bought this for you. You can eat it as you like."
Don’t worry, I’ll try to make simple meals with one hand from now on.”
Hearing the sound, Bo Xilang raised his eyes and looked at the woman standing at the door, blaming herself and feeling guilty, and his eyes fell on her hands.
In fact, he asked his secretary to pay attention to her and Uncle Jiu's movements. He knew that she was injured and that Uncle Jiu hugged her and took her to the hospital.
Uncle Jiu's reaction satisfied him quite a bit.
He suppressed his thoughts, stood up and walked over: "Silly, what is more important, the hand or the food? Do you think I am so heartless?"
"No, I just feel that you have helped me so much. I can't even do cooking well. I'm so sorry for you." Lan Xixi really felt that she was useless.
Bo Xilang smiled slightly and placed his hand on her head: "Then...try to fall in love with me."
love him......
Lan Xixi was startled, a little at a loss.
He is very good, and apart from his affair with Lan Jiao, there seems to be no big problem. But...
Falling in love with someone is not that easy, and staying in the Bo family brings a lot of entanglements.
She still wants to stay away from this place of right and wrong in half a year.
Seeing how serious her expression was, Bo Xilang smiled: "I'm just letting you try, I'm not saying for sure, don't put too much pressure on me.
Do you have any plans today?"
Lan Xixi shook her head: "No, what's the matter?"
"Well, let's go buy a gift, and we'll attend Lan Jiao's celebration party together in the evening."
"Celebration party?"
"Yeah." Bo Xilang took the breakfast in her hand, took out his mobile phone and handed it to her.
Above is the news about Lanjiao.
She wore a red dress and accepted the award on the stage. She was beautiful, dazzling, confident and proud. She was not only beautiful, but also exuded an innate temperament from her bones.
Oscar for Best Director.
Only 22 years old.
Born in the same year, the same month and the same day, she shines brightly, but she... is unknown and has accomplished nothing except sending her children to school.
Lan Xixi's eyes dimmed, but she was still envious in her heart.
No girl wants to live such an ordinary and miserable life, despite being in contrast.
It's a pity that she may be like this for the rest of her life.
"Don't you want to go?" Bo Xilang thought she didn't want to face Lan Jiao, so he said softly:
"Originally I didn't want you to go to such an occasion, but as my sister, there will always be public opinion if you don't go, so just bear with it."
Lan Xixi came back to her senses: "It's okay, I'll go pick out gifts right now."
"This is my card. You can use it to buy a dress. You don't have to worry about money."
How could Lan Xixi spend Bo Xilang's money to buy clothes? But seeing that he was so busy, she didn't say much:
"Okay, you eat first. I'll buy lunch after I choose the gift."
"Um."
Lan Xixi took the card and walked out of the office.
Unexpectedly, I bumped into Bo Zhanye, who was coming to the company, at the elevator door.
He is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, looks cool and dignified, and is intimidating at all times.
Not wanting to pay attention to him, she greeted: "Uncle Nine."
Then, raise your hand to open the elevator and walk in.
That attitude is even scarier than the Sichuan opera face-changing.
Bo Zhanye stared at her coldly. Before the elevator door closed, he saw——