Mr. Bo, if you continue to be stubborn, your wife will get married!

Bo Jiyuan thought for a moment:
"It's hard to talk on the phone, why not meet in person?"

It's not too late now, actually, for most people in the city, it's just the beginning of nightlife.

On the other side of the phone, Pei Zongting did not refuse, but agreed decisively.

"Where to meet?"

"Old place."

"Row."

Half an hour later, Lanjue Bar.

Pei Jingxia got out of the car and frowned immediately.

"Bo Jiyuan, is this your old place?" asked.

The man touched his chin angrily:

"Just talk about business, don't think too much."

If you are misunderstood again, you won’t be able to wash yourself away even if you jump into the Yellow River.

Places like bars are really chaotic, with everyone and everything going on.

But not everyone is so random. After all, some people are very picky eaters.

For example, President Bo.

Or maybe those friends in the circle, including Pei Zongting, are not so superficial.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for everyone to inherit the family business at such a young age.

The word "sex" has a knife on its head. Since ancient times, how many heroes and heroes have fallen on this?

So, it depends on how you choose.

A smart choice or a stupid choice, the price paid is very different.

Enter the door and go upstairs.

As soon as the manager saw the person, he greeted him enthusiastically and then led the way in a sloppy manner.

On the third floor, in the exclusive box, Pei Zongting had arrived long ago and was sipping tea.

There was no one drinking tea in the bar.

Hearing the movement at the door, he didn't even raise his head:
"coming?"

Bo Jiyuan said nothing, and Pei Jingxia spoke first:

"Brother, where is Qianqian?"

It’s really straight to the point and doesn’t beat around the bush at all!

Ren Pei Zongting was a little uneasy at the moment.

After coughing several times, he slowly said: "I'm going back."

Oh?
Did Nizi do it on purpose?

Hum, as the saying goes, you can escape the first grade of junior high school, but you can't escape the fifteenth grade. '

'A monk who can run away can't run away from the temple. '

It’s better to ask about the gossip later. It’s getting late now, so it’s better to get to the point.

"Brother, I found this."

As he spoke, he took out the small gold lock from his pocket.

When Pei Zongting saw the golden lock, his pupils shrank suddenly. Obviously, he knew this thing.

"Where did you find it?" asked.

Facing the eldest brother's question, Pei Jingxia was slightly stunned.

At this time, Bo Jiyuan spoke first:

"Boss Pei, can you tell me about this?"

Pei Zongting calmed down, and then sighed a few times:

"This is the first time I have seen this physical gold lock, but its drawing is something that we, the heirs of the Pei family, have memorized since childhood. It is very clear how many lines there are on it."

hiss.

"Brother, then this"

Pei Zongting nodded:
"Yes, this golden lock is actually a key, and there is a map hidden in it."

Sure enough, Pei Zongting knew.

The Pei family kept this news very tightly, and actually never even a word was revealed to the outside world.

"Xiao Jing, can you show me?"

"Oh, okay, okay."

Hand it over quickly.

After Pei Zongting took it, he skillfully opened the golden lock, took out the map and looked at it.

At this sight, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Xiao Jing, do you see anything?"

Uh?
Pei Jingxia secretly glanced at the man next to her out of the corner of her eye, and then whispered:
"Bo Jiyuan saw that this is the ancestral home of the Pei family."

"Yes, our Pei family has been the tombkeepers for generations."

墓？
Gravekeeper?
Hearing this, not to mention Pei Jingxia, even Bo Jiyuan's eyes widened.