...(Mo Nanxi: Master Jiu, can you imitate Fourth Master’s shameless flirting skills?)
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Lan Xixi bought some needlework and thread in the supermarket.
When she first entered the construction site, she saw a dignified man standing in front of him. Even the messy construction site did not diminish his appearance or aura.
She tightened her palm slightly and walked around him.
"Lan Xixi, let's talk." The man's steady voice sounded, sounding very serious.
Lan Xixi said, "We have nothing to talk about."
Then, he walked away directly, walking very fast, like running.
Bo Zhanye listened to the sound of footsteps walking away, his thin lips pursed tightly, and his breath was cold.
"Master Jiu." Mo Nanxi ran over, holding a nail in his hand, and said with a smile:
"I punctured the tire of the car. Master Jiu, you can take Young Master Bo's car back in the afternoon."
Bo Zhanye glanced at him: "Pig brains are still smart."
Mo Nanxi: "..."
Why do you get called stupid when you do the right thing?
Woohoo~~Blue skinny mushrooms...
As soon as Lan Xixi returned to the office, Bo Zhanye walked in with a noble figure, and sat down on the desk with a stern look on his face.
Who messed with him?
Who is showing that stinky face?
Bo Xilang, who was sitting naked on the sofa reading documents, frowned: "Uncle Jiu, what's wrong? Don't you want to go back?"
"The tire burst, let's go back together in the afternoon." Bo Zhanye said with a cold face:
"You are responsible for the construction site. Shouldn't you ask someone to clean up sharp objects such as nails?"
There is absolutely no problem with those righteous words and serious accusations.
Mo Nanxi liked it outside the door.
Jiu Ye is not only strong in work ability, but also has better acting skills!
Double click 666......
Facing Bo Zhanye's serious and cold look, Bo Xilang couldn't tell whether it was true or for some other reason.
He could only say: "What Uncle Jiu said is absolutely true. I will give the order in a moment."
"Xixi, please help me sew clothes as soon as possible."
"Okay." Lan Xixi sat over and picked up her clothes.
She had already asked the shop owner to help her thread the needle. Now she was leaning on her left hand and sewing with her right hand, which was not too difficult.
Bo Zhanye looked at her virtuous and well-behaved appearance, and for some reason he couldn't help but feel angry:
"You asked her to do something when she was injured? Are you short of clothes or is our Bo family too poor?
Mo Nanxi, ask someone to send Mr. Bo a hundred pieces of clothes."
"Uh! Yes!" Mo Nanxi was about to do it.
"Wait a minute." Bo Xilang stopped and said, "Uncle Jiu, I'm not short of clothes. It's just that this dress was a gift from my mother on my birthday. Xixi happens to know how to sew, so I'll..."
"Oh, you know you feel sorry for your mother, but don't you know you feel sorry for your girlfriend?" Bo Zhanye sarcastically said, and then said to Mo Nanxi:
"Mo Nanxi, since Mr. Bo is so interested in it, you can sew it for him."
What?
Sew?
Master Jiu, I can’t!
Mo Nanxi instinctively wanted to wail, but the man's cold and serious gaze clearly said, 'You can!', which instantly frightened him so much that he dared not deny it.
"Well...I will...I will..."
He walked in and wailed in his heart: Why is it always me who gets hurt...
Lan Xixi was completely confused. When did Bo Zhanye become so considerate?
You want Mo Nanxi to sew? Judging from Mo Nanxi’s appearance, you won’t!