Bo Xiaomo raised his face and said, "Auntie knew that daddy was coming back, so she left on time at seven o'clock and said she would cook for Uncle Tang."
Cooking for Tang Shishen?
Bo Zhanye Junmei quickly turned cold and looked at Mo Nanxi: "What's going on?"
Mo Nanxi trembled and explained: "I don't know the specific situation. I just know that Miss Lan sent a message today saying that she will go there to cook dinner for Mr. Tang every day, so she left at seven o'clock and asked me to arrange my work in advance."
Bo Zhanye: "..."
Damn it, who allowed her to go there!
"Call her and tell her to come back."
Mo Nanxi had never seen Lord Jiu so uncontrollable in his emotions. He knew exactly why this emotion came from him. He said weakly:
"...Jiu Ye, in my opinion, Miss Lan's working hours to take care of the young master are from eight in the morning to seven in the evening. The rest of the time is her personal free time, and we should not interfere. And Jiu Ye...
...You should be concerned about your future wife, not Lan Xixi."
This advice brought Bo Zhanye back to his senses. Realizing that Lan Xixi was affecting his emotions again, he irritably pulled off his tie and rubbed his brows:
"What's wrong with Lan Jiao?"
Mo Nanxi replied: "The future wife hit a car when she ran out today and bruised her knee. I was sent to the hospital."
Bo Zhanye: "..."
He is ultimately responsible for Lan Jiao, at least he was the one who was plotted and forced to redeem her.
"Buy a bouquet of flowers and a new limited edition women's bag and take her to the hospital."
Mo Nanxi actually wanted to say, shouldn't Master Jiu go there in person? After all, when Lan Xixi was injured in an accident, Master Jiu went straight to the hospital, why would it be different when he was here with Lan Jiao?
After Bo Zhanye waited for Mo Nanxi to leave, he returned to the study and sat on the sofa with a dignified figure, cold and lonely.
In the past thirty years, no matter what he encountered, he could be calm and calm in the face of danger, but for the first time, he felt troubled and had a headache about the emotional ups and downs caused by Lan Xixi.
Xiao Ziyu's words could not help but echo in my ears, 'Of course, there is a greater possibility that you like her.'
Do you like that woman?
He would rather believe that he is insane!
Thousands of miles away, in Bojia, the imperial capital, the lights were brightly lit tonight and no one fell asleep.
The official election held every five years officially kicked off today. The winner will be the king and the loser will be the bandit. If you lose, you will have to wait another five years. It can be said that the competition is quite fierce.
For the Bo family, this matter was even more fatal.
Although Bo's family has always been prosperous and ranked among the best, a big tree attracts wind, people are popular, they will be defeated, and things will be reversed. Many hidden dangers have been established in the dark. If the foundation is not consolidated, there will be external and internal troubles.
Bo Zhanye's father, Bo Huaijing, said solemnly: "I have seen this year's list, and they are all the best among people. It is difficult to tell the difference. At this time, when we are fighting for connections, we must find ways to increase our chances of winning."
The children were in a dilemma: "But dad, those who make it to the list are not ordinary people. We, the Bo family, have always been in business, and we are much lower in this regard."
"Yes, Dad, they are more likely to be passed down from generation to generation and have strong abilities. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to get on board."
He asked Bo Huaijing a few questions in succession.
Apparently, he didn't think of good decisions either.
Just when everyone was at a loss, the 80-year-old lady Yun Anxian, who was sitting on the Taishi chair, reciting Buddhist sutras and rolling beads in her hands, spoke up:
"Don't worry, as long as Xiaojiu marries Lan Jiao, all problems will be solved, because Lan Jiao was the old lady's savior."
"What? Madam's savior? Then why didn't you tell me earlier? Call Xiaojiu quickly!"
"But Xiaojiu doesn't seem to like Lan Jiao very much? Otherwise, why would you not marry her for so many years?"
"It's not his fault. Lan Jiao is kind-hearted and has such a powerful relationship. If other people find out about this, they will definitely try to kill Lan Jiao. If you don't marry her back, are you waiting for another rival to marry her away?"
After Bo Huaijing finished speaking, he went straight back to the house.
At six o'clock the next morning, I called Bo Zhanye's phone number as soon as possible: