Nie Han frowned and looked at Bo Junyi in confusion.

He had long known that this man had an unpredictable temper and had a strong desire to control and possess his sister. He didn't want his sister to have anything to do with such a man.

But with such a man around his sister, it would be difficult for her to find happiness.

Nie Xunhuan helped Aunt Zhao prepare dinner. She came to the living room, "Let's eat."

Bo Junyi stood up, walked towards her, and walked to the dining room with her.

Nie Han sighed in annoyance and followed.

There were three sets of bowls and chopsticks on the dining table. Nie Xunhuan and Nie Han had fixed seats, and they sat opposite each other.

In order to prevent Bo Junyi and Nie Han from having an unpleasant quarrel, Nie Xunhuan arranged Bo Junyi's seat next to himself.

Bo Junyi was very satisfied with this.

After sitting down, the three of them ate in silence. Except for the occasional sound of chopsticks hitting dishes, the table was unusually quiet.

Seeing that Nie Han did not pick up the roast duck, Nie Xunhuan personally packed a piece for him and handed it to him, "Xiao Han, eat quickly, then go back to your room to do your homework."

"No." He raised his eyes and glanced at Bo Junyi with a gloomy expression. He was not at all comfortable with Nie Xunhuan being alone with this man.

Nie Xunhuan was very troubled. She just wanted to finish the meal quickly and then send Bo Junyi away.

Bo Junyi turned a blind eye to Nie Han's hostility. He was an elegant eater and would not pick up each dish too many times. He would just taste it lightly.

Nie Xunhuan looked at the rice in his bowl, wondering if such a small amount could fill him up.

However, whether he was full or not was none of his business.

Nie Han was eating roast duck. Although he was very dissatisfied with Bo Junyi, he could not get along with food. He

ate his fill just the same.

Seeing him put down his bowl and chopsticks, Nie Xunhuan was a little worried about how to get him back to the house.

Unexpectedly, his cell phone vibrated, and then he shouted "Oops!" and ran to the second floor.

Nie Xunhuan breathed a sigh of relief. She turned her head to look at Bo Junyi, who had also put down his bowl and chopsticks, and asked lightly, "Do you want some water?"

"No." Bo Junyi said in a cold tone, "Is your father not here?"

"He went to England." Nie Xunhuan answered slowly, trying to be calm and unhurried.

If Father Nie really went to England to meet someone he shouldn't have, then once Bo Junyi found out, he would be finished.

"You're going to England when the company is so busy, are you careless or do you have other important things?" Bo Junyi's dark eyes were cold, and his whole body was shrouded in a lingering gloom and coldness.

Nie Xunhuan's palms were all sweaty, and her back was also soaked in sweat, but she smiled lightly: "Of course there is another truth. The company can't just cling to the thigh of the Bo Group. What if one day you are dissatisfied and kick us out?"

Bo Junyi side-glanced, staring at her deeply, and said in a serious tone, "As long as you are obedient, I won't kick you away."

She felt cold in her heart.

In the final analysis, Bo Junyi didn't regard her as a human being, or just a pet.

Knowing that she had no choice, she was still unwilling to give up, "No, I have a bad temper, I'd better leave some way out for myself."

"How are you sure I can't tolerate your bad temper?" Bo Junyi asked coldly.

If a normal man said this to her, she would definitely be moved.

However, the other party was the frightening Mr. Bo Junyi, and the so-called accelerated heartbeat was definitely not because of heartbeat, but because of fear.

"Hehe." She smiled neither embarrassed nor embarrassed, and said nothing.

At this time, the doorbell rang, and Aunt Zhao went to open the door. After a while, a man in a dark brown windbreaker stood at the entrance, looking at them coldly and elegantly.

"Mr. Bo, I'm here to pick you up." Song Ling said lightly.

Nie Xunhuan stood up and nodded to him, then turned around and looked at Bo Junyi who had also stood up, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Bo Junyi glared at her with his cold dark eyes, "Come to the company tomorrow."

"Why?" Nie Xunhuan asked subconsciously. The last time they had a quarrel, she thought Bo Junyi had given up on her.

She just regarded his words as a joke.

Bo Junyi did not say anything else, and walked towards the Cayenne.

Nie Xunhuan frowned, looking at the car gradually going away, and suddenly felt helpless.

Sure enough, as long as he wanted to meet, there was no reason.

That night, Nie Xunhuan, who had just finished taking a shower, sat in front of the dressing table, staring at the mobile phone on the table in a daze.

It has been a month since she and Duan Ye broke up, but the other party has not responded. Although she is still blocked, there will always be a prompt whenever he calls.

And as long as Duan Ye wants to contact her, there are many ways.

He knows her email address.

It seems that she should avoid too much contact with the Duan family in the future.

Especially Duan Ye's mother, she doesn't want the two families to be unhappy because of their breakup.

After sorting out her thoughts, she put down her phone and climbed back to bed.

She hoped to wake up the next day to another good day.

The next day, Nie Zhaohuan was dressed in a refreshing outfit, a white stand-up collar dress with a black suit over it. She looked pure and capable, but also feminine and delicate.

She left home in nude high heels.

As soon as she got in the car, she received a call from Bo Junyi.

"Mr. Bo, did you plant a spy in my house?" She asked unhappily, otherwise why would she receive his call as soon as she left the house.

It was too coincidental.

"Come to the company now." Bo Junyi said indifferently.

"No, I have to go back to my own company. There are still many things I need to deal with." Nie Xunhuan frowned. Don't be too overbearing. "It's up to

you whether you come or not." Bo Junyi said coldly.

She wanted to argue, but the other party had already hung up the phone.

There was no way, she was controlled by others, so she could only turn at the next intersection and go to Bo Group.

When she arrived at the door of the president's office, she saw Song Ling.

Song Ling is Bo Junyi's barometer. You can roughly guess Bo Junyi's mood by looking at him.

But today his expression seems a little tangled, and he probably doesn't know why Bo Junyi is so anxious to let him come.

Song Ling pushed open the European-style carved door and invited her in. She took a breath, held her head high and strode into the office.

This time, Bo Junyi sat on the sofa, legs elegantly crossed, profile cold, expression gloomy.

"Mr. Bo, I'm here." She walked to his side and said softly.

"Look at this." Bo Junyi pointed to a file bag on the crystal coffee table and said.

She frowned, a trace of confusion flashed across her soft black eyes, and she bent down to take the file bag.

After getting the file bag, she opened it and took out a thick stack of documents from it. She was stunned when she opened the first page.

There were many photos inside, all of which were of Father Nie and a strange girl.

The girl was dressed boldly, with her hair dyed yellow and pink, very avant-garde.