Looking at the man's back, Su Yan bent down and then straightened up again.
In fact, she had no need to be afraid of him.
In terms of seniority, I am still his elder.
But there is a kind of oppressive wildness and authority in them.
It makes people dare not look directly at it.
Bo Wanhua was buried on the same day.
The Bo family was still eerily quiet.
Old Mrs. Bo fainted several times due to excessive grief and has been hospitalized.
Bo Wanqiu and Bo Wanyun both went to the hospital to accompany him.
The old man has been locking himself in the room.
The servants said that he had burned his most beloved chessboard and chess pieces.
The Bo family has many descendants, but no one dares to say a word.
Shen Yizhen attended Bo Wanhua's funeral very quietly throughout the whole process.
He participated as a son.
Although the whole world now knows that Bo Jinxiu is also Bo Wanhua's son.
It was something he did, and he did it as Bo Wanhua's younger brother.
It is so now and it will be so in the future.
After everything calmed down, the entire Bo family's old house seemed particularly empty.
Today almost everyone lives in the main house.
The old man did not come down for dinner.
The housekeeper said that the old man went to the ancestral hall again.
Shen Yiqi did not show up either.
In fact, Jiang Ciyou had already noticed that Chen Yiqi had not eaten for several days.
And remained silent.
After dinner, Bo Jinxiu went to the study.
He seemed to have something important to do today, and he looked very serious.
When Jiang Ciyou went over, he was talking to Xiao Qinglin on the phone.
Jiang Ciyou knew that they had been secretly investigating the forces behind Paradise Island recently.
Jiang Ciyou didn't go in to disturb them.
She planned to go back to her room first.
Just passed by the door of Shen Yi'er's room.
The butler was holding a tray with some food on it.
The housekeeper sighed: "Master Yiqi hasn't eaten for several days. How can this continue?"
Jiang Ciyou took the plate and said, "Give it to me. I'll take it to him."
The housekeeper was just what he wanted.
He came to deliver things every day these days, but every time he sealed them and didn't take them out.
After the housekeeper finished speaking, Jiang Ciyou knocked on the door symbolically.
Then he pushed the door open and walked in.
Chen Yiqi was not in the room, but on the balcony.
He curled up on the side of a rattan chair, hugging his knees.
The wind was very strong this evening, but he was wearing very thin clothes and his hair was blown into a mess.
He didn't turn around when he heard the sound at the door.
Instead, he said, "Uncle Fu, I'm not hungry, please go out."
Jiang Ciyou did not go out. She took the dinner tray to the balcony and placed it on the round table in the middle of the rattan chair.
Chen Yi looked at Jiang Ciyou in surprise: "Sister..."
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