Mrs. Bo's skill left too many, too many handles after all.
It will take a lot of effort if he wants to make up for these handles in the future.
Bo Ye pinches his eyebrows with a headache, and a deep disgust appears between his eyebrows and eyes.
This time, he was dumb.
There's nothing. I have to carry the biggest pot.
After all, in Bo Jinhua's eyes, it is most likely that he did it. Mrs. Bo has no such ability.
At the thought of this, Bo Ye's face suddenly became ugly.
It's a little ugly.
His resentment was stronger than ever.
However, he can only swallow this breath and can't do anything. Otherwise, if Bo Jinhua is really provoked to the limit by carelessness, he will not just be thrown into that ghost place.
Bo Ye grinds his teeth impatiently.
The mobile phone rang several times. He looked at the caller ID and was even more upset when he saw the caller ID.
He took a deep breath and then picked it up, barely maintaining his demeanor; "What's the matter?"
"I called you several times. Are you busy?"
The woman on the phone asked in some displeasure.
Bo Ye said, "well, I was on the road just now. I have something to deal with."
"Are you busy?"
The woman then asked.
Bo Ye sneered, but there was still a gentle smile on his face. If anyone saw it, he might think he had schizophrenia.
"No, I've just finished my work. I want to go back."
The woman, oh, doesn't seem to care much about this problem. He only cares about one thing.
"How did I hear that you are going to be sent to a subsidiary company? Your father is not aiming at you. You have done so well. Why should you be sent out?"
"What's the difference between this and exile?"
Zhou Xixi, his father found him a good daughter-in-law.
The sneer on Bo Ye's face deepened.
He said, "my father has his own arrangement. Besides, going to a subsidiary is actually a good experience."
"What is there to experience?"
The woman was discontented and asked, "you have achieved this level, and you don't want such a little experience? I don't think your father did it on purpose?"
"... No."
Bo Ye doesn't want to continue this topic.
He took a deep breath and his tone became colder. "Besides, I don't have to go there anymore."
"Really?"
The woman asked in surprise.
"Yes." Bo Ye didn't mind perfunctory: "my father just said he didn't have to go. I'll continue to stay in the headquarters."
"That's OK." The woman said proudly, "if you're sent out, don't I be laughed at."
“……”
Thin Ye's eyebrows and eyes are like a layer of frost.
He frowned and said coldly, "well, if it's okay, I'll hang up first and I'll answer the phone."
The woman muttered two times in displeasure before hanging up the phone.
Bo Ye stares at the mobile phone, and his face becomes colder and colder.
"Oh."
He sneered and hung up his cell phone with a cold face.
He finally looked at his cell phone, sat directly in the driver's seat, started the car and left.
Fifteen minutes later, the car stopped at the door of a club.
When the doorman saw him coming, he was surprised: "young master Bo, are you here?"
Some time ago, Bo Ye often came here. After work, he sometimes lived here directly.