As if it was supporting the bodyguard's report, Bo Jingxing's cell phone rang.

Asen looked at the caller ID, his expression suddenly became respectful and delivered his phone to Bo Jingxing.

Bo Jingxing took the phone, looked down at the notes on the screen, and answered the phone without surprise: "Sister, are you asking me for something?"

"Jing Xing, do you know what you are doing?" Bo Jiu suppressed his anger and asked in a low voice: "I don't believe that Xiaoqian has really had an accident. Where did you hide her? Where were you last night

Sleeping?"

Bo Jingxing replied calmly: "I have been busy preparing for the funeral these days. If you don't believe her death, come to attend her farewell ceremony in the afternoon."

"You fart!" Bo Jiu sweared in anger: "You are committing a crime. I don't know how long you have planned it, but you can deceive others, I can't deceive me, and even Xiaoqian's family!"

Bo Jingxing thoughtfully and asked in a deep thought: "Xiaoqian's family?"

"Yes!" Bo Jiu said this and sighed weakly: "Chu Xiannian, he was Chu Baoer's father, barely considered Xiaoqian's family. He came to the Bo family for Xiaoqian's brother to settle the score, just by his father

in the office.”

Bo Jingxing pursed her thin lips, guessing that Chu Xinian would not give up easily: "What does dad mean?"

"Dad means you to return Xiaoqian quickly. This matter is treated as a misunderstanding. You can calm down the matter and end these ridiculous things immediately!"

Speaking of this, Bo Jiu was a little soft-hearted and sighed and continued, "Jingxing, you know that Xiaoqian is not in good spirits. Has your consent been obtained by her own consent for doing these things?"

Bo Jingxing was silent for a moment, "Sister, I'm already preparing for her funeral. Nothing you said makes sense."

"Jing Xing!" Bo Jiu was anxious, but he had no choice but to take his only brother: "Forget it, come to the company first. Chu Xinian contacted our reporter. If you refuse to show up, you will inevitably be suspicious.

”

"Okay, I'll come now."

Put down your phone.

Bo Jingxing instructed the bodyguard to stay here, beware of any suspicious people around him, and took Asen to leave through the back door.

Temporarily working as a part-time driver.

Asen held the steering wheel, peeked into Bo Jingxing's expression from the rearview mirror, and asked hesitantly: "Young Master, since the eldest lady thinks Miss Qin is not dead, the old lady..."

"He won't tell me directly like Bojiu."

With a deep expression, Bo Jingxing continued to ponder: "But, at least in front of Chu Xinian, my father will not expose me."

After a while.

The luxury car drove into the most famous office building area in Beijing.

The black glass curtain wall reflects the slender figure of the man. Bo Jingxing takes the elevator to the top floor, and his face is extremely expressionless.

When the staff passing by saw him, they recalled yesterday's news and immediately understood his mood and spoke in groups of three or three to comfort him.

"Young Master, please feel sorry for me."

"We are very sorry to hear this."

"If that Miss Qin had a spirit in the sky, I would definitely not want you to be so sad."

"I sincerely hope that Miss Qin's funeral will be held smoothly. We will be willing to help you."

Listen to everyone's words and condolences.

Bo Jingxing looked dull and had no emotions, and nodded slightly: "Thank you."

Everyone dared not to affect his mood anymore, so they left quietly on tiptoe, secretly discussing Bo Jingxing's infatuation, and lamenting Miss Qin's beauty and poor life.

Passing by these people.

Bo Jing walked from the end of the corridor and pushed open the heavy door of the office.

Decorated in a luxuriously decorated room.

Chu Xinian slowly played with the coffee cup in his hand, and there was no sadness between his handsome eyebrows and eyes. His extraordinary calmness made people wary.

A few dozen meters away, Bo Huaijin sat behind the rosewood desk, looking casually at the financial statements spread out on the table. His middle-aged demeanor was not angry and he looked like a respected elder.

"Dad, I'm here."

He greeted Bo Huaijin, and Bo Jing glanced at Chu Xinian without any trace, with an unconcealed gloom in his expression, which was very consistent with his mood at this moment.

Chu Xinian stared at him for a moment, with some exploration hidden in his deep eyes.

Because Qin Yiren's whereabouts are unknown, no matter how disgusted Bo Jingxing pretended, it is not the time for an attack.

"Jingxing, you are here."

Bo Huaijin greeted him in a complicated mood, "This is Mr. Chu. He is on behalf of Miss Qin's family and asked about the specific situation of the car accident."

Bo Jingxing did not comment, met Chu Xinian's gaze and said lightly: "I do have something to say, but I shouldn't say it to you."

Chu Xinian smiled tit-for-tat: "Qin Er has entrusted me with full authority to this matter, you must give me an explanation."

The words fell.

Two men with unique merits were silent at the same time, and electric sparks could be seen crackling in the air.

Bo Huaijin thought for a while and spoke slowly: "You two young people have something to say. Since the accident has happened, what we want to talk about is how to make up for it."

"I will not accept any compensation except to return Yiren to me."

Chu Xinian answered without thinking, but failed to give Bo Huaijin face: "Professor Bo specially brought Yiren to the capital. Such an accident happened just one day, and I don't believe it is true."

"Whether you believe it or not, the facts are facts."

Bo Jingxing responded with an expressionless face, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and sat down on the sofa with a little tired look: "The identification report of the car accident has been released. The reason for the accident is that the car is out of control..."

Having said that.

He clenched his fists suddenly, and asked in a low voice: "Chu Xiannian, I know you are still nostalgic for Xiaoqian. Now that such a thing happens, my pain is no less than you. You are not Xiaoqian.

My family, it’s not your turn to question me.”

"Professor Bo, you lost my Yiren, of course I can only ask you for someone."

Chu Xiannian looked at him in a mysterious way and continued slowly: "We are not secretly speaking, but we all know the power of the Bo family. What you said... including the appraisal report, I have a word.

Don't believe it."

Bo Jingxing frowned, "Then how do you want me to explain?"

"I don't want your explanation, I just want Yiren to come back."

He said his purpose concisely. Chu Xinian looked up at Bo Huaijin who was out of the matter and said lightly: "Uncle, someone like you valued the most reputation. If Bo Jingxing returned Yiren to me now, I could pretend that there was nothing.

If it happens, you won’t talk nonsense in front of the media, otherwise…”
Chapter completed!