The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

"What's this?"

The overexposed photo of Nan Jiaojiao happened to be on the screen.

Bo Yuman stared at it twice, "Isn't there any one that looks like a human?"

Bo Yanqing laughed, took the phone back, and found Zhang Nanjiao's frontal photo for her.

Bo Yuman looked at the photo, at him, then at the photo, and drank the coffee in one gulp.

"You look pretty good. Have you checked your eyes? If she has normal eyesight, can she fall in love with you?"

"What's wrong with me?"

Bo Yanqing really doesn't understand why the old lady and the second sister always dislike him. Although he is thirty-one, he has a good appearance, good conduct, and good health. Why, in the eyes of these two women, he looks like a middle-aged widower of.

Bo Yuman snorted and threw the phone back to him, "Grandpa is looking for you, go up."

Bo Yanqing gave a thought-provoking laugh, "I've been ill for three days and avoided seeing me, what's the matter, are you awake?"

Bo Yuman's eyebrows and eyes moved, "I don't know, don't ask me, I came back later than you."

"Okay, I'll go up."

Bo Yanqing put his hands on his knees, stood up, and slipped the phone into his trousers pocket.

"How long will you stay this time?"

"I'm not on leave. I'm asking for leave today. I'll take a look at you when I come back. I don't have time to have dinner with you tonight."

Bo Yuman stretched out his jacket, and changed the subject: "Did Shu Xian look for you?"

"Ok?"

"He called me last night and chatted for a while. He didn't say anything. I felt that he was not in a good mood. Divorcing Zhou Zining made him feel so uncomfortable?"

"Did he find you?"

Bao Yuman clicked his tongue softly, "He's in Rongcheng, you should take care of him, he doesn't have many friends."

Bo Yanqing frowned subconsciously, Zhou Zining was indeed the only one who could influence Bo Shuxian.

After the accident, Bo Shuxian didn't look for him, but he probably knew about it.

"I'll go out for a while, I'm too busy at home." Bao Yuman put the empty cup in his hand, "wash it for me."

After she finished speaking, she put her hands in her trouser pockets, and those few steps were like clanging roses. If it weren't for the wavy hair on her head that gave her a little illusion of character, just these few steps, anyone would look like To rush out to find someone to fight.

Bo Yanqing shook his head and laughed, went to the dining room, washed the cups, put them on the shelf beside him, and then went upstairs.

The old man's bedroom is on the second floor, the door is ajar, and there are whispers from inside.

As soon as the doctor came out, he had a face-to-face meeting with Bo Yanqing, and looked at Bo Yanqing in a little surprise, as if he was looking at the unfamiliar face in front of him, then quickly lowered his head, and left with the medicine box.

There were two serving servants left in the bedroom. The old man was lying on the bed, wearing a ventilator. His little aunt Wen Ya bent down to talk to him, and happened to glance at the door.

Looking at each other, Wen Ya nodded to Bo Yanqing.

She tucked the quilt up for the old man before walking in front of Bo Yanqing.

"Master didn't wake up very much. He woke up for an hour yesterday. He didn't wake up much at that time, so he didn't mention to call you over. When he just woke up, he heard that you stayed in the hotel for three days. He was anxious to call you over and wanted to see you. "

Logically speaking, the person in front of him is Bo Yanqing's elder.

But in the era of the previous two generations, monogamy was not paid much attention to. Apart from the main wife, the old man had many concubines, and this one was left to the end. The previous concubines did not have children, but they were stillborn Either he died at a certain age. Back then, the old man thought this house was very evil, so he asked a Feng Shui master to come and see it. It wasn't until Wen Ya gave birth to his son that those evil things gradually disappeared.