Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Uncle Jiu likes her?
About half an hour later, the car stopped in Beiyuan.
The environment is quiet, with pavilions and pavilions, giving it a unique artistic conception.
This place... looks like Bo Zhanye's private courtyard.
Lan Xixi asked curiously: "Master Bo, where is this?"
Bo Xilang got out of the car and walked around the car to the door. The gentleman opened the door and said:
"Everyone in the Bo family owns my yard in the old house. It is far apart and managed independently. No one will come except my own people.
Since my grandmother only has half a year left, we can only live here so we can visit her more easily."
In other words, she wants to live with him!
Lan Xixi's face turned pale in shock: "Master Bo, I meant cooperation, but I didn't agree to live together..."
She reacted very strongly, like a young girl who has never experienced the world.
Bo Xilang smiled lightly: "Don't worry, there are many rooms inside, and I won't force anyone to do anything.
Do you still want to go back to the Lan family? As far as I know, they don't treat you well, and the Lan family also wants you to leave all the time. If they don't keep you by their side, I'm worried about you running away."
Ahem!
"I didn't want to run away..."
"If I had been a step late before, wouldn't you have run away?"
A rhetorical question made Lan Xixi speechless in reply.
Moving in and living together with Bo Xilang on the surface is also the best explanation for Lan Jiao.
Finally, she weakly agreed and asked, "Can I let my best friend live in the house too?"
Bo Xilang is easy to talk to: "Okay."
"Thank you." Lan Xixi was grateful, then she followed him in and put Yaya on the bed.
As soon as he put it down, Bo Xilang's secretary ran in:
"Master, it's not good. The old lady is serious again. Master, please let everyone go."
"Okay, right away." Bo Xilang looked at Lan Xixi: "Do you mind coming with me?"
In this situation, it was impossible for Lan Xixi to mind even if she wanted to.
She nodded: "Yes. Then please help your secretary take care of Yaya."
"Okay, ma'am." The secretary politely stood beside the bed.
Lan Xixi followed Bo Xilang quickly to the front yard.
The luxurious and antique room is filled with all kinds of treasures, and the walls are covered with calligraphy and paintings.
The atmosphere, which should have been soothing and comfortable, was tense at the moment.
Yun Anxian was having difficulty breathing, her chest was rising and falling, and her face was pale.
The two doctors were busy working constantly and injecting oxygen, but there was no improvement.
Everyone in the Bo family was beside the bed, looking serious and worried.
"How is grandma?" Bo Xilang entered the room and asked anxiously.
For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on him and they found Lan Xixi following behind him.
Bo Zhengde's face suddenly turned ugly: "I told you to stay at home quietly these days. Why are you wandering around? This is not the time to talk about love."
Chu Huirong didn't want her son to be criticized by others, so she quickly comforted her:
"Okay, okay~~ Young people, just come. Be quiet and don't disturb grandma."
Only then did Bo Zhengde suppress his anger and didn't speak again.
Bo Xilang gently patted Lan Xixi's arm, indicating that she was okay, and led her to stand beside the bed.
Lan Xixi lowers her sense of existence.
In a tense atmosphere.
The figure standing at the very back had a cold and noble expression, and his sharp gaze fell directly on Lan Xixi.