The person standing not far away is Bo Qingyun.

Even in the lobby inside, someone glanced outside curiously.

I don't know what he is waiting here for.

Until I saw him walking towards Xia Wanxin.

All kinds of eyes came with sudden enlightenment and envious eyes.

Is he actually waiting for President Xiao Xia?

The object they envied did not have this idea at this moment.

Xia Wanxin could feel that the closer the distance, the stronger the oppression he brought.

His face was very heavy and cold, and his eyes were like a deep ancient well, making people unable to see the edge at first sight.

When he was just a few steps away, Xia Wanxin spoke in time: "If Mr. Bo is not interested in speaking, I will do it first. After all, you have explained a lot of work to me and it needs to be completed as soon as possible."

Bo Qingyun's steps stood still at this time.

He stared at her with a cold look and asked in a low voice: "Are you afraid of me?"

Xia Wanxin's eyebrows moved slightly and immediately denied: "I don't know where I gave Mr. Bo this illusion."

"If not, then what are you in a hurry to hide?" Bo Qingyun put her one hand in her pocket, her eyes fell on her face from top to bottom, and a cold smile came out of the corner of her lips: "It seems like she has done something wrong."

His eyes were as solid as they were, scrambling on his head inch by inch.

Xia Wanxin felt that his eyes seemed to expose her, but it instantly shook it away, as if she was enduring something.

Her heartbeat accelerated slightly subtly.

I suspect something happened again.

But it is still unknown and must be kept stable.

She looked at her eyebrows and let him look at her, and said with a faint smile: "Didn't I say that there is still a lot of work. Mr. Bo won't forget all the things he has assigned to me, right?"

"Since you have a job, you still have to help others with your own hands as if you were taking care of a son?" Bo Qingyun's cold voice suddenly fell.

Xia Wanxin was stunned for a moment before she realized that the son he was talking about was referring to the mouse.

It was a little funny, and there was a strange feeling. Her eyes showed a little charm, and she took the initiative to get closer.

Then, the shattered light in his eyes fell on his face and he said tactfully: "Mr. Bo, are you jealous?"

It seems that he is particularly concerned about the existence of mice and even speaks of sarcasm.

When Bo Qingyun heard this, there was no strange look on her face and no emotional fluctuations.

His voice sneered: "You are not busy with me explaining your work, but do things that are not related to you that are wasting time. Do you think I shouldn't care?"

"As for being jealous," Bo Qingyun glanced up and down at her, and his voice lowered a little: "What is there in your opinion and the people around you?"

It sounds like a question, but it expresses affirmation and full of sarcasm.

Xia Wanxin's face became colder, and she was too lazy to waste time with him.

Her expression suddenly became cold: "Mr. Bo thinks this way, so I'll be busy now and disturb me."

As he said that, he passed by him and left the hall first.

But in the moment he passed by, he grabbed his wrist.

Suddenly, the gaze in the hall, which seemed to be invisible, could no longer be concealed, and they all looked over in amazement.

Xia Wanxin's wrist seemed to have a circle of enthusiasm.

She lowered her head and twitched her eyes, deliberately not struggling, with a low charm in her eyes, and she looked at Bo Qingyun casually.

If you really don’t care, what are you doing with her?

As if she heard what she said in her heart, Bo Qingyun let go of her hand the next second, and her whole movements were very quiet.

But his hands were hot.

Xia Wanxin's attention fell on his slender and distinct fingertips.

His wrist moved and hung on his side.

Before she could speak, Bo Qingyun first said: "Little sweetheart is already at school age, where is she going to school?"
Chapter completed!