After the Marriage Cancellation, She Becomes a True Ancestor

After a second of blankness, an international version of 'fuck' resounded through the presidential suite.

"Fuck!"

Even the waiters passing by the corridor heard the voice.

"You kid actually has a girlfriend?! You..."

Si Qing hadn't finished speaking when a 'beep beep...' came from the other end of the phone

Bo Yunli called his little girlfriend and asked what time it was...

Si Qing was still in shock, but Wen Ni was already getting dressed in a good mood.

The moment he turned his head, he saw a gleaming white, slender and seductive waist, and after seeing it for a moment, it was completely covered by the obtrusive clothes...

Wen Ni turned her head and smiled at him.

Let you see it, but not eat it.

Just gloating.

Si Qing thought of his next week, and silently looked down at his right hand.

Brothers……

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Here, Bo Yunli hung up the phone and played a video invitation to Su Ye.

It only took Su 2 minutes to determine the meal time.

Bo Yunli was reluctant to hang up the video, but the two of them didn't talk much, so they just kept their phones there.

Either they are busy with their own things, or they eat separately, and occasionally they will casually glance at the phone.

In the video of the two, it was other people who talked the most.

Lu Wenbin: "President, are you videoing with Ms. Su again? Don't forget to show Ms. Su Bo Jiu."

Su Xing: "Brother Yunli, I'm chasing a particularly good novel, do you want to join me?"

Xu Huanying: "Yunli, come to Auntie's house for dinner when you have time. Auntie will cook for you. Auntie has never cooked in her life. Your Uncle Su has never tasted my cooking!"

Su Jinyang coughed a few times,

Chirping sourly: "Don't eat or sleep, don't talk, hang up!"

…

Just like that, Bo Yunli used the pretext of making an appointment to make a video call with Su Ye for more than an hour, hung up the phone, and continued to process an important document on the computer in X language.

I feel like I forgot something, but it's not very important.

At 9:00 p.m., the VIP booth of Kyoto Bar.

In front of Si Qing and Wen Ni, stood a row of B52 bombers (spirits) with light blue flames.

Si Qing was wearing a sloppy suit, with the buttons of his colorful shirt unbuttoned to his chest.

He checked his phone again, then picked up a glass very irritably, and drank it down: "Fuck, what does this kid mean? He said to ask the time at noon, and it's 21 o'clock now, and he didn't even fart."

Obviously more than a week ago, the initiative was in his hands, and Lin Zhan was led by the nose, but now...

Thinking of this, Si Qing drooped his head and shoulders in frustration.

Wen Ni beside her was biting a cigarette between her charming red lips, and the thin smoke slowly rose, blurring the outline of her profile: "He may have forgotten in a hurry, you beat him, it's to save face."

She squinted her eyes slightly, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and breathed out the clouds in a charming manner.

She is different from her in the laboratory, but just as charming.

All the men in the audience were staring at each other. If it weren't for Si Qing with a strong aura beside him, they would have flocked to strike up a conversation.

Si Qing is a bloodthirsty jackal and a demon king, but he just listens to Wen Ni's words.

He thought for a while, picked up his phone, and decisively called Bo Yunli.

When Bo Yunli noticed the incoming call, he had just sent the small language document, and his tone was as usual: "Sorry, I forgot, I asked, it's 8 o'clock in the evening."

Si Qing frowned: "8 o'clock? Dinner so late? How about 7 o'clock..."

Bo Yunli was very happy: "Yes."

Si Qing knew Bo Yunli a long time ago, and he had never seen him talk so easily, and he didn't know how to answer him suddenly.

But a second later, Bo Yunli said: "Just wait for us for an hour when you arrive."

"..."

Isn't it still 8 o'clock?

Si Qing was angry: "You fucking..."

Bo Yunli let out a faint smile: "I listened to her, she said 8 o'clock, so it's 8 o'clock."