All afternoon, Bo Qingyun tried her best to find the opportunity to talk to him.

For Xiao Xingchen, the unwillingness to speak is not a physiological reason, but a psychological factor.

Every psychologist in the past was helpless.

Only by letting him get used to it a little bit, hoping for the day to overcome his psychological barriers.

The next day.

Bo Qingjun took Xiao Xingchen back to the old house.

Family banquets are an unwritten rule for the Bo family, and almost several of the Bo family members who were directly in the business have returned.

The old lady sat in the master's seat. When she saw Bo Qingyun, she stood up and took the initiative to meet her.

When I saw Bo Shengming's eyes, I looked cold in my eyes.

He is a biological son, and in the heart of the old lady, he is not as good as this grandson!

Mrs. Bo walked straight to Xiao Xingchen.

The little guy looked up at her, his eyes clear and bright, as warm as Xia Wanxing.

It's just that one has died, and the young one is also deeply tortured by autism and other diseases.

She sighed with pain.

He stretched out his hand and said, "Go to see if you are with the great grandma?"

Xiao Xingchen heard this, blinked his eyes, and then looked at Bo Qingyun.

Bo Qingyun let go of his hand and handed him to the old lady: "Go."

Mrs. Bo held the little guy's hand.

But he glanced at him: "You come with me too."

She and Xiao Xingchen turned around and left.

Bo Qingyun was silent for two seconds and followed.

This scene fell into the eyes of others. Seeing their figures disappear at the entrance of the stairs, I couldn't help but complain.

"The old lady is enough, she is so biased to her throat. Most of the Bo family's businesses have fallen into Bo Qingyun's hands. Where can we still get our turn?"

The person who spoke was the old lady’s youngest daughter Bo Shenghui.

She did not join her family's company, and when she was young, she chose to enter the entertainment industry.

But in recent years, she has always been lukewarm.

After the Bo family fell into Bo Qingyun's hands, she asked Bo Qingyun to provide her with some resources.

Unexpectedly, he didn't take her aunt seriously and didn't even deliver half of the endorsement to her.

She has always complained about this.

After hearing this, Bo Shengming said coldly: "So what if it's your turn? Take the money to support those young directors and kill them?"

Bo Shenghui's private life has always been criticized. At this moment, she was taken to the table and said, "Second brother, why are you pretending to be a wise man? Don't you want it?"

How many people stared at the chair, waiting for Bo Qingyun to fall down accidentally.

Bo Shengming's eyes were gloomy and his eyes were coldly swept upstairs.

He thought, he naturally thought.

Bo Qingyun, the little wolf cub, held the meat in his mouth.

Don’t blame him for being the second uncle for being rude.

......

Upstairs, Mr. Bo’s room.

Mr. Bo and his wife are about the same age, but when they were young, they broke through the bullets and left an old wound.

As he got older, the sequelae of the wound appeared everywhere.

Later, his cardiovascular and cerebrovascular disease caused paralysis and he became bedridden from then on.

The old man heard the movement and opened his eyes.

When he saw Bo Qingyun, his turbid eyes were filled with anger, his face was cold, and his voice was vaguely rebuked: "What are you here to do!"
Chapter completed!