After the two of them discussed it, they suddenly felt that it didn't matter.
They all gathered around the baby and started playing with her.
Um.
The three of them had a lot of fun.
In the study upstairs, the big CEO, who was holding a document and couldn't bear to read it, was so angry that he died!
If you say that it was someone else who was seen wearing pigtails today, that would be fine!
But for some reason, President Bo felt extremely ashamed when his adopted son, who had always been against him, saw him!
Um.
Bo Yanzhou is not weak in psychological endurance. Since he can become the head of the Bo family, it fully demonstrates that he is absolutely top-notch in terms of psychological quality, business ability and IQ.
But perhaps because he had no say in his daughter's education, and every time he did, his adopted son accused him of being a drag, President Bo attached great importance to his image in the eyes of his adopted son.
President Bo, who is good at imagining things, had a face that looked like the masterpiece of Nuwa, and was extremely gloomy.
Look at the door from time to time.
My stinky son and cheap niece must be laughing so hard that their teeth are showing, right?
You must cricket him, right?
It's okay, it's okay... Cricket, he doesn't care, he doesn't care...
He really doesn't care at all...that's strange!!!
His old father’s dignity!!! How could he not care!!!
The documents in his hand tightened, and the almost broken president held his forehead and sighed, turned around, walked to the big bed in the inner compartment and lay down.
Tsk...
I'm not as upset as I am now even after losing a 200 million yuan order.
The CEO said it was annoying.
His life is also his life!!
Downstairs, Bo Shiyu and Bo Shuran were playing house with their kids and were very involved.
Time passed by little by little. Seeing that Uncle Li's meal in the kitchen was almost ready, but his father showed no sign of coming down from upstairs, he glanced upstairs in surprise and saw that the door of the study was still closed.
Bo Shiyu was a little unsure for a moment.
This is...really sorry?
That shouldn't be possible... He's so shameless when he cheats and deceives kids...
The young boy lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then suddenly remembered his father's fragile look when he appeared on the variety show. He was still a little worried, so he stuffed the doll in Bo Shuran's hand and pointed upstairs: "I'll go check on him, you guys play first."
Then he went upstairs.
He walked to the door of the study, knocked twice, neither light nor heavy, and then walked in.
The light in the study was dim, with only a small cold white light on on the desk. An open document on the desk had its lower right corner wrinkled from being squeezed.
The young boy raised his eyebrows. He was not processing documents?
He went over, straightened the document, put it in the right place, and walked inside again.
Then, he saw the man lying quietly on the bed as if he was asleep.
Because he was very clear about Bo Yanzhou's rigid schedule.
Thinking that he was not feeling well, the young boy's heart tightened immediately. He walked over and raised his hand to touch Bo Yanzhou's forehead: "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
The man lying on the bed didn't say anything. He just opened his eyes and glanced at his adopted son quietly. Then he turned his head to the side and continued to remain silent.
Bo Shiyu: “???”
I don’t quite understand, but he is obviously different from the usually arrogant Bo Yanzhou.
"What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Headache? Or stomachache? I'll call a doctor for you."
The young boy was about to walk out when he heard a cold and melancholy voice behind him: "Don't go. The doctor can't cure it..."
Bo Shiyu: “???”
Hearing this, I felt like I had cancer and was dying peacefully, like I had decided to give up.
With his brows furrowed, the young boy's face, which had originally been expressionless, became visibly gloomy.
Because of the misery of his previous life, the beauty of this life really made him nostalgic and obsessed, but he would also wake up in countless nights worried that this was a dream with a price.
My breathing suddenly became tight and my throat ached.
His hands hanging at his sides clenched subconsciously, and his feet felt so heavy that they seemed glued to the ground.
He tried hard to calm down, but the cold young man's voice still couldn't help but be a little worried when he asked, "What disease do you have? Is it difficult to cure?"
The person on the bed didn't move, just sighed softly.
But this sigh sounded like a death warrant to Bo Shiyu, and he shuddered unconsciously. Bo Shiyu had even thought of the worst outcome.
There was a buzzing sound in his ears. He was frantic with anxiety, but considering that Bo Yanzhou was a "patient", he didn't dare to show that he was too anxious. He could only suppress his worry and asked, "What's the matter? Medical technology is so advanced nowadays, even if it's cancer, there's still a chance. What's wrong with you?"
Hearing this, President Bo, who was lying on the bed, raised his eyebrows and was almost moved to death.
When was the last time I heard such an unusually gentle and careful voice of concern?
Oh my god!!!
Is my step-son's annoying rebellious phase finally over?
How many weeks?
How many weeks has he been criticized?
Thinking back on the bitter tears of these days, Bo Yanzhou even wanted to wipe away his tears.
It may also be that in the past few months, my reborn son has become accustomed to being affected by the misfortune. After a few months, I saw my once well-behaved and sensible son again, and I felt a little emotional.
The big boss, who had been unknowingly spoiled by his son, couldn't help it and immediately turned sideways to argue with the aggrieved Bo Shiyu.
"The last time I combed my daughter's hair, I just wanted to improve our relationship. What did I do wrong?"
"I felt bad that the comb wasn't working and got tangled in Zhuzhu's hair, and you still grabbed me and accused me of being a drag... Do you know that you were being too much?"
Yo.
This was clearly in a tone of grievance.
Bo Shiyu didn't even dare to think about what kind of illness his cold-blooded and ruthless father had that made him let himself go like this!
Not wanting to argue with him, I immediately nodded and admitted my mistake like I was coaxing a child: "Yes, yes, I went too far, I went too far, I'm sorry, please don't be angry."
Bo Yanzhou snorted, "Changing Zhuzhu's clothes, it's normal for me to be mistaken, right? It's my daughter who's holding it in, and I feel bad for her. Those wide-leg pants are so thick, who knows if it's for stretching her head or her feet?"
"I just wanted to help. What did I do wrong? You're holding me back by accusing me of being a hindrance..."
Bo Shiyu said without hesitation: "It's my fault, it's my fault, I'm sorry."
The CEO rolled his eyes and continued to complain: "I was just trying to help my daughter test her by asking her to recite a poem, but you're still holding on to this."
"You taught your daughter the ancient poetry, but she can't recite it thoroughly. In other words, you don't have any problems yourself?"
Bo Shiyu's face darkened with anger and anxiety, his eyes sullen as he nodded frantically: "Ah, yes, yes, it's my problem, it's my problem!!!"
"So what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Can you tell me about it?"
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