At the same time, Bo Lin, who was far away abroad, had been working non-stop for 13 hours.

Jiang Kai asked in a low voice: "Boss, you look very bad, you should get some sleep."

"I can't sleep." Bo Lin pinched his brows and said in a hoarse voice, "Is there any progress on Cui Zhao's case?"

Jiang Kai: "You were busy during the day and I didn't disturb you. Cui Chengming went over to put pressure on you in the afternoon and happened to meet Master Hua."

Bo Lin raised his eyes and looked at him.

Jiang Kai immediately said, "Nothing happened. Hua Shao said a few words and Cui Chengming left. The legal department said everything is as usual."

Bo Lin then retracted his gaze, "If you have anything to say, just tell me directly, don't act on your own."

He broke out in a cold sweat behind him: "Yes, boss."

"Have you booked the flight? You can stay and handle the rest with Sam."

"It's already been booked. We're taking off in three hours," Jiang Kai said, thinking of something else. "One more thing. Boss, you once asked me to collect some works by emerging artists. Coincidentally, there's a Chinese artist named Janard who just won an award and is also in this city right now."

Bo Lin said indifferently, "You should make a good assessment."

If Jiang Kai hadn't said it, he would have almost forgotten about it.

Jiang Kai: "Jian Nade is interested in returning to China to hold an art exhibition. He contacted me because he learned that you are about to open an exhibition hall. He wants to hold his first exhibition after returning to China in your hall. I wonder what you think?"

"Impossible." Bo Lin frowned and refused.

His exhibition hall was originally opened casually.

It was originally an excuse to give Hua Jian a reward of '1 million'.

But as Hua Jian painted more and more on the wall, Bo Lin felt that the place was only suitable for storing Hua Jian's paintings.

It doesn’t matter when it opens, whether it opens, or how many paintings are inside.

A person who came out of nowhere actually wants to open his own exhibition there?

It's a dream!

Jiang Kai opened his mouth, somewhat unsure of what he meant.

Janard has been very popular recently. If his personal exhibition is really held in the boss's store, the boss's store will be able to bring in traffic without any publicity.

But now the boss doesn't agree, so Jiang Kai's later preparations will be useless.

After all, that Janard wanted to have dinner with the boss in a domineering manner, which made Jiang Kai very unhappy.

Three hours later, Bo Lin boarded the last flight back home.

He hadn't deliberately adjusted to the time difference these days, and his insomnia was very poor.

As soon as he got on the plane, he told the flight attendant not to disturb him and closed his eyes to take a nap.

But before I fell asleep, I heard a disturbing sound in my ears.

His temples were pounding violently. He endured the pain and opened his eyes, only to see a man standing very close to him.

He was startled and raised his hand to slap the man.

"Ah! What are you doing? Why are you hitting me? Do you know who I am?"

The man's voice was sharp and unbelievable, causing Bo Lin's temple to ache violently.

Because of an accident that happened to his parents many years ago, Bo Lin has been suffering from neurotic insomnia.

This time, the one-week business trip was compressed into three days, and he got very little sleep.

At this moment, the man's voice irritated his eardrums, and he said angrily, "Shut up!"

The man felt so aggrieved!

He never expected that the head of the Bo family was actually a psychopath!

But even if he is a lunatic, he can't afford to offend him!

The man came over with shame and said, "Boss Bo, I'm Janard, and I've already talked to your secretary..."

"Stewardess! Get this guy out! He's disturbing my rest!"

Bo Lin didn't even raise his head.

The stewardess immediately turned to Janard.

The commotion here has attracted the attention of many first-class passengers.

Janarde prided himself on his noble status and could not afford to lose face, so he could only return to his seat in hatred.

Only when silence returned to his ears did Bo Lin relax his brows.

Bo Lin took a short nap during the rest of the journey.

It was already 6 o'clock in the morning when the plane landed at the Imperial Capital International Airport.

Bo Lin picked up his suitcase and strode out.

After leaving the terminal, a crisp voice sounded behind him.

"Bo Lin! Here!"

Bo Lin's heart skipped a beat. He turned his head suddenly and a tall orange figure appeared in his sight.

The sun rose quietly in the eastern sky, and the man who came with the light was quite powerful.

At least at this moment, apart from Hua Jian's voice, the only thing in Bo Lin's ears was the noisy sound of his own heartbeat.

Hua Jian felt a little embarrassed on the way back.

"Did I scare you by coming to pick you up?"

"Of course not, but how did you know I was back?"

Hua Jian tapped her phone. "I sent you a message yesterday but you didn't reply. I was a little worried about you being so far away and not being able to contact me, so I asked Secretary Jiang, and he told me your flight number."

Bo Lin looked at him steadily and nodded slowly: "Actually, just ask the driver to pick you up. You'll have to stay up late like this."

"It's nothing," Hua Jian stared at him and suddenly said, "You look so pale, have you been sleeping lately?"

Bo Lin was startled and turned his head suddenly to hide something.

He was so happy that he forgot how embarrassed he was at the moment.

He hadn't shaved, there were dark circles under his eyes, his skin was loose, and perhaps his face was even oily.

"Bo Lin? Are you okay? Go to sleep. I won't talk to you anymore."

"good."

Hua Jian didn't know what happened to Bo Lin.

I saw him facing her with his side face. He said he was asleep, but his long eyelashes were trembling.

It was as if something was disturbing my mind and I couldn't fall asleep but I had to close my eyes.

Bo Lin closed his eyes and his hearing became extremely sensitive.

Hua Jian's questioning voice echoed: "Bo Lin's eyelashes are quite long, but is he okay? Can he sleep with his eyelashes dancing?"

Bo Lin's heartbeat suddenly slowed down.

Hua Jian was still staring at him.

[My eyelashes finally stopped twitching. Great! I can sleep for a while.]

The boy's voice gradually became softer, and after a while Bo Lin slowly opened his eyes.

He didn't move, but just moved his eyes to Hua Jian on the other side.