The cool night of the stars promise you a lifetime

Song Xingliang looked again and found that few people came to the family banquet. There shouldn't be so few people in the Bo family.

She put the information on her lap and then asked, "are these the only people in the Bo family?"

Bo yeshen appropriately explained to song Xingliang, "the two uncles each have three or four sons and daughters, and both have sons. If you count them together, there are probably dozens of people. At that time, you can see that you don't have to be too nervous. They are all unimportant people. You can do what you should do. There's no need to deliberately remember."

Song Xingliang understands that this is also a complex family relationship.

What we see tonight is only a small part.

However, this is not the key.

The key is that it is the old lady I met that day who controls the whole company.

Song Xingliang couldn't help thinking that the old lady was the one who robbed her system?

If so, you can't be soft when you take the system back.

Song Xingliang lowered his head and found that there was more than one page, followed by another page, which recorded the positions of Bo yeshen's relatives in the family company.

After turning it over for a long time, I didn't see the name of Bo yeshen.

She asked suspiciously, "Bo yeshen, the information is about their positions and the annual turnover. You are the eldest grandson of the Bo family. Why don't you see you?"

Thin night Shen's eyes flashed a trace of gloom. Just for a moment, he returned to normal and said coldly, "I am disabled. I have been cultivating my body a few years ago, and the company has long been out of control."

"Oh..." Song Xingliang deliberately lengthened his voice, "that is to say, are you a gnawing old man?"

Thin night sank for a while and was choked speechless by song Xingliang's amazing words.

For the first time.

"You think so, that's it." but he didn't deny it.

She must think so.

Song Xingliang patted him on the shoulder, and then said to him sincerely, "I know you are a person with lofty ideals and aspirations. Don't be sad. You will be fine in the future."

"Instead of worrying about me, you might as well worry about yourself. How to face those old foxes later."

Song Xingliang's exaggerated tone and appearance, thin night heavy, not only did not feel bored, but felt interesting.

Song Xingliang covered his face, opened his fingers and showed his eyes. "You are a man. I don't appreciate your concern. You are a stone? It's a waste of my kindness."

"So I have to thank you?" Bo yeshen said with a smile.

Song Xingliang stopped pretending, put down his fingers and raised his chin, "of course."

"Dream." thin night sinks, and a faint smile appears at the bottom of his eyes.

Knowing that he was not angry, song Xingliang also deliberately joked to liven up the atmosphere. However, she stopped talking.

Xiao Jue was driving in front. When he heard the two bickering, his chest hurt.

Finally I couldn't help laughing.

Looking down at the laughter, song Xingliang found that the driver was Xiao Jue, not the driver who sent her to school in the morning.

Soon, he arrived at Bo's old house. The housekeeper came out to meet him. He bent over in front of Bo yeshen and Song Xing's cold noodles, "young master, young grandmother."

Thin night sinks and nods slightly.

Xiao Jue helped him out of the car and took out his wheelchair from the trunk.

After getting into the wheelchair, Xiao never started, but said to song Xingliang, "young lady, you can push it."

Song Xingliang did not wriggle. He put his hands on the wheelchair and pushed Bo yeshen forward.

Very cooperative.