He came from the depths of time

Chapter 877 The Jealous Bo Qichen
Hearing this, Bo Qichen paused slightly, lifted someone on his back, and asked, "The professor is young? Is he handsome?"

When asking this sentence, Bo Qichen was already a little restless.

Yan Qi yawned, and replied indifferently: "Yes."

Hearing her humming, Bo Qichen frowned, "Who is your professor?"

Yan Yanqi lay on his back, continued disapprovingly: "It's called Si Cheng. Many female students are rushing to ask for his phone number. I didn't expect the professor to be so young, only 23 years old."

"...You remember clearly." Bo Qichen's mouth twitched slightly, and he carried her into the dining room.

Yan Yanqi was placed on the chair by him, she opened her eyes and picked up the chopsticks, and finally did not forget to reply: "That is."

"Hmph." Bo Qichen snorted coldly, then placed the bowl heavily in front of her, and then sat down opposite her.

Raising his eyes, Yan Yanqi glanced at Bo Qichen while holding the vegetables, as if he also felt something.Opening her mouth, she took a mouthful of food and said vaguely: "You also need to be jealous."

"Don't talk while eating." Bo Qichen didn't look at her.

Hearing this, Yan Yanqi swallowed the food in his mouth, took a sip of the soup, and said again: "I found out that you are a jealous jar."

"So." Bo Qichen looked up at her.

Yan Yanqi clicked his tongue twice, and said, "I just said, this professor is very young, it's just a little unexpected, you are overthinking. After all, he is only 23 years old, and he stayed in school as a professor as soon as he graduated, tsk tsk, how scary."

Unexpectedly, Bo Qichen replied coolly: "Then I graduated as a graduate student in my teens, what did I say?"

Word seven: "..." You won.

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"Have you gone to see Zimu?" Halfway through the meal, Yan Yanqi looked at Bo Qichen who was opposite, and asked.

Bo Qichen responded, "Look, very good."

"Yeah." Yan Yanqi nodded, took a sip of soup, and continued: "Didn't you say last time that if you have a son, you should let him study archaeology?"

Hearing this, Bo Qichen's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He looked up at Yan Yanqi, seemingly helpless: "Are you serious?"

"Of course." Yan Yanqi nodded heavily.

"..."

Bo Qichen helped his forehead helplessly, "Just as long as you are happy." He couldn't find a word to refute.

Seeing this, Yan Yanqi smiled and said, "Okay, I'm joking. After all, he is my son, so we should respect his own ideas. Besides, it's still early, so there's no need to think about it."

"Ah."

Yan Yanqi knocked on the table with his chopsticks, stared at Bo Qichen seriously, and said seriously: "Let's make it clear in advance that you can't interfere with his future. For example, those broken rules in your family, who do you want to marry, who do you want to marry?" What company to inherit. It depends on his own wishes."

The corners of Bo Qichen's mouth twitched, and the center of his eyebrows twitched: "Then who will inherit the family business from now on?"

"Are you short of money?" Yan Yanqi frowned.

Bo Qichen: "..." This has nothing to do with whether you are short of money or not.

"There is no one to inherit the company or something. You can sell it for money. If you think the money is too much, you can donate it. Or let me figure it out. If Zimu had a baby as early as ours, the company can actually do it. Throw it directly to your grandson."

(End of this chapter)