Bo Qichen, "..."

How does this story sound so familiar.

For a while, Bo Qin was particularly anxious to find Bo Ye's stepmother, and Bo Qichen didn't care about any woman, so Bo Qin thought of a crooked move and went to Bo Qichen's office to read him the story of the overbearing president falling in love with me every day.

"So you like a porter."

"The working people are the most glorious, boss!"

“……”

Therefore, he has never compared with a working people.

Before he could figure out where he had heard the story, he tightened his lips and wondered where the porter had such a great ability to steal her heart.

Tang Qingge suddenly stretched out his hand from the blanket and pulled a corner of his suit.

"Boss."

He lowered his eyes. "Huh?"

"Are you angry?"

Her eyes were careful, with a trace of uneasiness.

He pursed his lips. "No."

He said that no matter what she did wrong, he would not be angry.

"That's good."

Tang Qingge breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him. Because of the little pervert, she was worried and afraid of his safety. Her hand involuntarily squeezed a corner of his suit and whispered, "be careful when you go out recently."

He looked at her and looked into her sparkling eyes. Suddenly, miraculously, his anger disappeared.

He thought.

Even if she says she doesn't like him, even if she says she likes a porter, as long as she is soft to him and speaks to him with such eyes, he still wants to pick the stars for her, and even doesn't want to be angry with her.

If one day she tells herself she likes him, what treasure should he take to love her?

He bent over, raised his hand and touched her hair. "Worried that someone would touch my paint?"

Tang Qingge, "..."

She's not telling cold jokes.

She looked very serious. "I don't mean that. I'm serious. I just brushed the news and said that there was no wife Ping here in Lingang city recently. Boss, you'd better take more bodyguards when you go out."

"Well, I know."

"Be serious."

"... OK."

Bo Qichen covered her with a blanket, got up, pursed his lips, couldn't see what the mood was, and said quietly, "take him out sometime and have a meal together."

Tang Qingge, "..."

She made up her mind about the two people sitting at the dinner table. One is a genius of the business empire and the other is a murderous madman. They sit and eat together... Eh, just thinking about this picture, she has goose bumps on her back.

She said quickly, "I think he may not have time. We haven't been in touch for a long time."

Bo Qichen looked at her and still had no expression. "It seems that he doesn't care about you so much, so he should bring it out and let me see how he is. Your eyes are not good, and the men you like are not very good."

"Boss, you manage everything every day. I don't need such a small thing, do I?"

"Small matter?" he looked at her with dark eyes. "Are you telling me that it's a small matter to choose a future stepfather for my child?"

Stepfather?!

She didn't say she was angry. Was her boss angry? Even her stepfather said this!

"Cough!" Tang Qingge was frightened and coughed twice. Her face was red and her words were evasive. "Then, I'll ask him if he has time to have dinner with you."

"Well, good, have a rest."

After chatting, Bo Qichen patted her on the head, got up and walked out of the room. Outside the door, Bo Qin kept sticking to the door to listen. When he heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, he quickly pretended to have done nothing and leaned against the wall.

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