Mr. Bo's meeting

Chapter 190 My wife will cry if she doesn't see me
Take Feng Qinqin and leave from the Bo's compound.

Holding the clothes her mother gave her in his hand, Bo Zhongye looked at it, but didn't see why.

Could it be that the clothes are the problem?

But they are all ordinary clothes.

Of course, the clothes above are some ordinary clothes. When I was in Zuo Yao's bedroom, I had already stuffed those clothes that I couldn't see into the middle. With Bo Zhongye's character that can be in heat everywhere, seeing those clothes, I had to give her here. It can't be done.

She is not stupid, she has learned to be smart.

Feng Qinqin giggled inwardly.

The two first went back to Yunhai Community and took Feng Qinqin's luggage. After seeing the three suitcases, the corners of Bo Zhongqing's mouth twitched. Could this be the correct way for girls to open the house? There are piles of luggage.

He resigned himself to dragging the suitcase, and really regretted not letting Le Yuan over.

Who knows, when he just mentioned it, it turned out to be extremely light, and he looked at the girl not far away who was still looking at what he didn't take.

"Qinqin, are you carrying an empty suitcase?"

Otherwise, why is it so light? Of the three suitcases, only one of them has weight, but it's not very heavy.

Hearing him calling her, Feng Qinqin turned her head and looked at the three suitcases on the ground.

"Well, it's empty. I want to take it there. If there are suitable sources in the United States, I can get some clothes from them and sell them."

This is an opportunity. When he arrives in the United States, he is going to discuss business, so she can't just stay idle in the hotel all day.

Hearing Feng Qinqin's words, Bo Zhongye was speechless, walked over the suitcase, stood in front of the girl, and looked at her steadily.

"If you want American sources, tell me, why are you so tired."

It's a good thing for her to be self-motivated, but it's not good if she only cares about business and doesn't know about entertainment.

His Bo Zhongye's woman doesn't need to be so tired.

"Qinqin, you want to sell clothes, I have no objection, but you can't be tired, you know, like this time, you and I are going out to play, not for you to discuss business, I feel sorry for you like this, I don't want you to be like this Are you tired, you know?"

She is interested, and he doesn't stop her, but the premise is that she is only interested, and she can't be too self-motivated.

He is a man, and he works every day to give her a comfortable and comfortable life. He can give her whatever she wants, as long as she is happy.

Feng Qinqin bit her lips and looked at the man in front of her. After a while, she wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him.

"I have such a little hobby. Opening a clothing store is not just a whim of mine. It is likely to be my lifelong career. I know you are very capable. Even if I don't do anything, nothing will happen, but "Feng Qinqin paused, looking straight at him, "I don't want others to say that I'm a worthless vase when I go out with you, or when we disclose our relationship, and, I don't even want us to have children in the future, our baby will dislike me and can't do anything, then I will be very frustrated."

Just like what happened on the Internet before, there was a lot of commotion. If one day everyone knew that Bo Zhongye married her, the public's eyes would focus on her again, and those bad words would flood the sky again. She could not change her identity. , but she can no longer remain silent when others say that she is not capable enough.

She needs to use her strength to tell others that she is worthy of him.

Of course, she couldn't say these things to Bo Zhongye, because he would refute and gag those people's mouths, but this kind of tough method was not what she wanted.

Feng Qinqin's thoughts were somewhat guessed by Bo Zhongye, and his long arms wrapped around her shoulders, holding her in his arms.

"Fool, as long as we live well, why do we always care what other people think?"

The man's chin hit the girl's heart, and his heart ached so badly.

His Bo Zhongye's woman doesn't need to be so powerful, she just needs to be a happy little woman.

Feng Qinqin raised her head from his embrace, a small face filled with a happy smile.

"I don't care what other people think, but I think I'm more qualified to stand by your side." Feng Qinqin said half-jokingly.

"When we have children in the future, what if they all worship you and don't worship me?"

Feng Qinqin could imagine how much her daughter would adore Bo Zhongye if they had a daughter in the future.

"They dare, if anyone dislikes you, I will spank their ass!"

It's not that his little girl can't cook anything, at least the food is absolutely nothing to say.

Hearing what he said, Feng Qinqin laughed out loud.

"Just keep it like this. From now on, you will be in charge of beating the child, and I will be in charge of coaxing the child. Our baby will definitely like me more!"

I feel very happy just thinking about it!

Seeing the longing look on the girl's face, what Bo Zhongye cared about was not who would beat the child in the future, but she said that they would have children in the future.

Holding her arms tightly, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

"When is my Qinqin going to give birth to me?"

The man's breath sprinkled on the girl's face, silently dyeing the girl's face red, and the long eyelashes swept over the tip of his nose, causing Bo Zhongye's heart to tremble.

Feng Qinqin didn't answer, but she already made a decision in her heart.

"Come on, it's almost time."

She didn't answer. Although she was a little disappointed, she was not angry. She held her hand and planned to carry a suitcase and leave. In the end, Feng Qinqin didn't turn her back and took all three suitcases out.

When we arrived at the airport, Le Yuan and Bo Zhongqing had already arrived. Seeing the president coming over with three suitcases in his hands, Le Yuan hurried over to pick them up.

"President, it's time to get on the plane."

Bo Zhongye hummed lightly, then remembered something, turned his head and said to Leyuan.

"Take out my down jacket and take it with you."

After speaking, she took Feng Qinqin's hand and walked over first.

After receiving the instruction, Le Yuan was stunned, but still took the president's down jacket and put it on his arm, wondering if the president had a cold and couldn't be frozen?

Feng Qinqin smiled at Bo Zhongqing, said hello, and the four of them got on the plane quickly.

The four of them were all in luxury cabins, Le Yuan and Bo Zhongqing sat in the same row, and Bo Zhongye and Feng Qinqin sat in the front row.

After the plane took off, Feng Qinqin fell asleep in Bo Zhongye's arms, with a small head resting on his chest, and two small hands wrapped around the man's waist, full of dependence, watching her embrace tightly wrapping herself Bo Zhongye's heart softened into a puddle of water.

After so many years of business trips, I never knew that flying by plane is also a kind of enjoyment.

After the plane landed, before Feng Qinqin woke up, Bo Zhongye gave her a worried look.

It seems that this girl is exhausted. She did a day's experiment yesterday and went to the suburbs to look at clothes early in the morning. She didn't even have time for a lunch break.

Bo Zhongye glanced at Le Yuan who was behind him, and gave orders.

"Bring the down jacket here."

Le Yuan handed over the down jacket that had been kept by his side all the time, feeling the joy of finally getting rid of troubles.

In the meantime, Bo Zhongye took the down jacket, covered the girl in his arms gently, then picked her up and left the seat.

Seeing this scene, Le Yuan was caught off guard and stuffed with dog food.

God, is this the cold and unreasonable president he always thought of?
That tenderness, that carefulness, can really warm people's hearts.

Seeing this scene, Bo Zhongqing helplessly spread his hands.

Souga, someone shared the dog food with him today, so he doesn't have to eat it alone.

Bo Zhongye hugged Feng Qinqin and got off the plane as if no one was around, leaving two single dogs dragging their luggage.

Le Yuan called the car and drove them to the hotel they had booked.

He ordered two suites, one presidential suite, and Bo Zhongye carried Feng Qinqin to the presidential suite on the top floor.

Put the girl on the bed, gently took off the girl's clothes, asked the waiter to bring a hot water bottle, covered her with a quilt, and Bo Zhongye went out.

In the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, Bo Zhongqing and Le Yuan had already arrived.

"Brother, Le Yuan and I haven't rested yet, let's talk tomorrow."

There is something wrong with this big brother. They are also very tired after sitting on the plane for more than ten hours and starting to talk about work as soon as they get off the plane.

Don't talk about them, the partners over there will also have emotions.

Bo Zhongye glanced at him, and said something lightly.

"While your sister-in-law is sleeping, I will accompany her when she wakes up."

Bo Zhongqing: "..."

Le Yuan: "..."

Well, they have nothing to say, full marks for this answer.

*
Ten minutes later, the business partner Smith hurried over to meet with Bo Zhongye and the three of them.

Seeing Bo Zhongye originally, Smith quickly stretched out his hand to hold it, and Bo Zhongye touched him vaguely, and then backed out.

It happened to be night in the United States now, and Smith brought them to an entertainment venue.

Smith is the second richest man in California, USA. He has always wanted to become the richest man in California, but there is no suitable business opportunity. As early as ten years ago, he cooperated with Bo Zhongye. This cooperation lasted for ten years. It is getting better and better, so this time the scope of cooperation has been increased.

"Mr. Bo, I heard that Zhuoyuan International has won a big project in Tongcheng. Do you think I can take over the catering business?"

Smith is also a person who loves national culture. While fighting for interests, he also hopes that American culture can be spread to other parts of the world. However, based on his understanding of Bo Zhongye, he will agree to let him be responsible for the catering industry.

Bo Zhongye was shaking the wine glass in his hand, the orange-yellow liquid in it was constantly turning, and a proud aristocratic aura emerged spontaneously.

"Yes, but you won't be in charge of the catering business, and within five years, Tongcheng's Rose Hill will not be open to the public."

What Bo Zhongye meant was obvious. In the short term, the Rose Hill project would not be profitable.

Of course Smith understood what he meant, but he was looking at the future.

"I understand, it's just that I want to confirm when our staff will start working."

"It will be next month."

The Rose Hill project has been open for a week, and other side businesses can be started.

"During the five-year period, the benefits will be [-]-[-]%. After five years, if Rose Hill is opened to the outside world, the benefits will be [-]-[-]%. If you agree, we can cooperate."

Bo Zhongye asked himself that he was not a profiteer, and he would leave room for everything he did.

Rose Mountain is not yet open to the outside world, and it may not be profitable for a while, and he will certainly not give others a way out.

Hearing Bo Zhongye's words, Smith showed a hint of surprise on his face.

Sure enough, he wouldn't suffer too much from cooperating with Bo Zhongye.

"Okay, it's a deal, then we can discuss cooperation matters in the next few days."

Bo Zhongye got up and nodded to him.

"Okay, since that's the case, let's go back to the hotel first."

Seeing that Bo Zhongye was about to leave, how could Smith agree and hurried forward.

"Mr. Bo, you came all the way here. I have to do my best to be a landlord. There is a place of extreme entertainment above this entertainment place. Let me take you to see it?"

Smith's squinting eyes had already told Bo Zhongye where it was. Everyone was a man, so it was tacit understanding. Bo Zhongye looked at his second brother and Le Yuan, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Smith's kindness, let my second brother and assistant go to pick it up, but I am already my wife's man, so I will come with me this time. I am resting in the hotel now. I will cry if I wake up and don't see me."

Speaking of Feng Qinqin, Bo Zhongye's face was always full of pampering, and that pampering eyes almost blinded Smith's eyes.

"It turns out that Mr. Bo is already married, why didn't he invite me to a wedding wine?"

And he didn't seem to have heard that he was married.

(End of this chapter)