She picked it up and looked at it and found that in addition to a spam news push, there was also a WeChat request for information from friends.

Clicking on the avatar is the simplest initial avatar, which makes people wonder if the internet speed is not good and it has not loaded.

Xia Wanxin's fingers slipped, and after confirming that it was really this avatar, she clicked into her circle of friends.

A dash, nothing.

Finally, her eyes fell on the id.

It is a simple y letter.

Apart from this, no useful information can be found.

It's just that its request source is accurate search.

Xia Wanxin paused for two seconds and clicked through.

No message was sent over there.

She put down her cell phone and started working. When she was about to get off work at noon, she suddenly shook again.

She opened it and saw that it was indeed a newly added person in the morning.

There is no word over there, only one picture.

It is a bandaged arm, with the exposed muscle lines smooth and tight, and the blue veins are slightly protruding, which makes it very powerful.

I just saw it yesterday, and Xia Wanxin didn't forget it so quickly.

But I didn't expect that Bo Qingyun would add her WeChat, and his WeChat still has this style.

They had never used this communication method before something happened five years ago.

For a moment, something new.

Xia Wanxin slowly typed a few words: Bo always wanted me to see pictures and guess the story?

It was almost lunch break, and what I should have been busy with might have come to an end. Bo Qingyun had time and came back soon: Originally, I could not be hurt.

This sentence made Xia Wan feel a little unhappy.

Those people’s target is him, so she is the one who is implicated?

She was busy, but in the end it would be her fault?

Perhaps because he couldn't see his face through the screen, Xia Wanxin became a little scruple and turned to a question mark coldly.

He replied: So, do you deserve this injury?

Xia Wanxin said: How can Mr. Bo want me to be responsible?

While typing, she had already gotten up and left the office.

During the meal, the aroma of food is everywhere.

While she was waiting for the elevator.

The phone received a reply again.

He said: If you hurt your right hand, it will not be convenient to eat.

Xia Wanxin looked at this and smiled, the smile at the corner of her lips overflowed, blooming little by little under her eyes.

She didn't care about Bo Qingyun's idea, but just said: Wait.

After sending, I stopped looking at my phone, turned off the screen and entered the elevator.

upstairs.

Gu Panxue opened the food box in his hand layer by layer and brought out exquisite dishes.

She took the meal that the secretary ordered for him without any trace and said softly: "Grandma knows that you are injured, she is so scared. Knowing that you are unwilling to stay in the hospital honestly, let me come and see you, so she feels more at ease."

Old Mrs. Bo did not inform Bo Qingyun in advance, and he nodded, without raising his head.

Gu Panxue saw that he had been staring at his phone and was a little curious.

After a while, I saw him start typing and was even more surprised.

Bo Qingyun is not a person who likes to play with mobile phones. His mobile phone is a tool for him to handle some work emails and the latest news.
Chapter completed!