Chapter 57 You two are a perfect match
Jiang Yimian held out her hand: "Ten thousand for one tooth, pay up."
Bo Jinzhou chuckled: "Are your teeth inlaid with gold?"
"Just tell me whether you're going to give it to me or not," she said matter-of-factly.
“Here you go,” Bo Jinzhou said with a helpless smile, taking out his phone to transfer the money: “Six teeth, you can take the extra and play with it as you like.”
He transferred 200,000 yuan.
Jiang Yimian's eyes lit up, and her attitude towards Bo Jinzhou improved slightly.
Fortunately, it wasn't too badly damaged, and they filled her tooth on the spot.
During the dental filling, she kept raising her left hand, which made Bo Jinzhou laugh.
Just like when I was a kid, I'm afraid of getting fillings.
After getting her teeth filled, Jiang Yimian looked miserable.
Chen Yi patted her shoulder reassuringly, "Madam, everything will be fine once it's fixed."
Jiang Yimian nodded weakly, while Bo Jinzhou continued chatting with Dr. Zhu.
She didn't want to listen to their small talk, so she and Chen Yi went outside and sat down.
Chen Yi: "Madam, I'll give you some sweet soup in the future, but rinse your mouth immediately after eating it so you won't get cavities."
Jiang Yimian: "Thank you, Secretary Chen. You are much better than Bo Jinzhou. He only knows how to scold me."
Chen Yi smiled: "Madam, actually, President Bo was worried about you. Moreover, when he saw that your tooth was damaged, he immediately brought you to the hospital. President Bo just finished a meeting, and his work was very urgent, so he put it aside for the time being."
"This shows that you are number one in President Bo's heart."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yimian's eyes flickered. "Secretary Chen, you've been working with Bo Jinzhou for five years now, haven't you?"
As mentioned during the last introduction of the three, all three of them, along with Song Zhou, are Bo Jinzhou's capable assistants, having followed him from the very beginning until now.
Chen Yi: "Yes, I met Mr. Bo when I was studying for my MBA at Stanford with Assistant Song and two other secretaries. Mr. Bo is a genius. He completed his studies in just one year. Although Mr. Bo is the same age as us, he is our senior. At that time, many top financial companies in the United States invited Mr. Bo, but none of them could hire him."
“He started his own business and gained a foothold on Wall Street in just three years. Even now, Bo Xilai’s name still appears in the most influential newspapers.”
Chen Yi's eyes were filled with admiration for Bo Jinzhou.
Jiang Yimian gently touched the spot where she had just had it repaired with the tip of her tongue, feeling a bit uncomfortable as if something had been inserted there: "That's pretty impressive."
Bo Jinzhou looked at Jiang Yimian sitting in a chair outside the glass window, his cold, sharp black eyes carrying a hint of tenderness. Doctor Zhu coughed lightly, "I've always heard you talk about your childhood sweetheart. I felt something was off, so I asked you if you liked her. You said no with a dark face, and I didn't believe you at the time."
"Even Song Zhou and your three beautiful secretaries think so, yet you still stubbornly insist that she's your sister."
Bo Jinzhou couldn't help but chuckle as he recalled the past, "I'm rather slow to understand matters of the heart."
Dr. Zhu said, "It's good that you admit it."
Chen Yi recounted many of Bo Jinzhou's great achievements, and Jiang Yimian could tell that they trusted and admired Bo Jinzhou very much; otherwise, they wouldn't have followed Bo Jinzhou from nothing to something.
After all, top students like them are highly sought after by any big company.
Chen Yi suddenly seemed to remember something, and her expression became hesitant. "Madam, actually, all these years, President Bo has..."
"Sleep Intent".
A familiar male voice appeared, diverting Jiang Yimian's attention.
Turning my head, I saw Lin Zhiren standing there, with a girl beside him.
Jiang Yimian nodded slightly as a greeting, as their statuses made it inappropriate for them to talk further.
Lin Zhiren: "What happened to your teeth?"
Jiang Yimian stood up and spoke to him, "Oh no, I need to get my tooth fixed."
Lin Zhiren's tone was slightly helpless and indulgent: "I told you to eat less candy before, look, your teeth are really bad now."
Bo Jinzhou's gaze had been fixed on Jiang Yimian. When he saw Lin Zhiren, he didn't hesitate and immediately walked out, just in time to hear those words.
Bo Jinzhou's tall and slender figure walked out and stood beside her, holding her shoulder.
Lin Zhiren was taken aback for a moment, "President Bo."
Bo Jinzhou's expression was indifferent, his dark eyes calm and unwavering, and he nodded in response.
Lin Zhiren's lips twitched slightly. "I thought you came alone."
Bo Jinzhou: "My wife's matter is my top priority."
Lin Zhiren was speechless, a heavy, aching feeling in his heart. "It's only right."
Bo Jinzhou looked at the girl beside him, "And who is this?"
The girl was still holding an ice pack to her face, looking like she had just had a tooth pulled. Lin Zhiren moved his lips, "...girlfriend."
After speaking, he carefully observed Jiang Yimian's expression, trying to see something different on her face.
But to his disappointment, nothing happened.
The girl was also a little shocked, but she didn't dare to speak; the fear of having her tooth pulled hadn't subsided.
Jiang Yimian: "You two are a perfect match."
Lin Zhiren smiled wryly, "Really? You said before that we were a good match."
Jiang Yimian blinked. Had she said that?
Bo Jinzhou's face darkened, making him appear even colder.
A mocking smile played on his lips: "You believe her nonsense?"
Lin Zhiren's expression froze. Jiang Yimian nudged his waist with her arm, telling him not to attack people indiscriminately.
Her actions in front of outsiders made Bo Jinzhou even more unrestrained in his speech. "What she said about you and your girlfriend being a good match is nonsense. Who would want their ex to die far away? Why would you insist on getting close to them? Isn't that just annoying?"
"You agree, right, Young Master Lin?" This was a deeply sarcastic remark.
Lin Zhiren had long since distanced himself from those playboy playboys. Now that he had joined the Lin Group, although his position was not high, everyone outside would politely call him President Lin.
Chen Yi pursed her lips, suppressing a smile, and took a step back, distancing herself from the trouble.
Lin Zhiren's face turned deathly pale: "..." The dullness in his heart was replaced by one stone after another crashing down, shattering his spirit.
I left the hospital.
Jiang Yimian sensed that something was off about Bo Jinzhou.
She was as cold and aloof as ice, and she wanted to get away from her.
The two stood far apart, as if separated by a river, maintaining a "don't interfere with each other" attitude.
Jiang Yimian received a message from Tan Yusu inviting her to visit Tan's house.
Jiang Yimian glanced at the road outside and called out, "Assistant Song, I need to go to Tanzhai, but it doesn't seem to be on my way. Could you drop me off at the next intersection and I'll take a taxi?"
Song Zhou glanced at Bo Jinzhou, who remained silent.
"Yes, ma'am."
The car came to a smooth stop, but the door wouldn't open; it was Bo Jinzhou who closed it.
He has a button to lock the car door.
Song Zhou understood. "Madam, I'll take you there."
Jiang Yimian found it strange, but didn't refuse: "Okay, as long as you don't mind the trouble."
Song Zhou: "No trouble at all."
Even after arriving at the Tan family's house, Bo Jinzhou remained silent. Jiang Yimian found him very strange and leaned closer before getting out of the car, asking, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Bo Jinzhou simply looked at her, his sharp eyes utterly indifferent. "Go."
Jiang Yimian knew he was angry, but she couldn't be bothered to coax him.
She grabbed the bag and was about to leave, but then, remembering that she still needed to use him, Jiang Yimian immediately changed her tune, turned around and hugged him tightly. Bo Jinzhou subconsciously reached out and gently supported her waist.
Jiang Yimian said coquettishly, "Remember to pick me up later, okay?"
"Um."
Watching her leave, Bo Jinzhou still had that deadpan expression, only rubbing the warmth of his fingertips together.
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