"Long time no see." Tu Nian waved at him. Her gestures and movements were still like the big sister she used to be. In short, there was no sign of unfamiliarity at all.
The boy quickly walked over to Tu Nian's desk, his face showing a wistful expression. "Sister, where have you been all this time? We were all still chatting about it. When I asked the boss about it, he didn't elaborate. He just said you found a new place and won't be coming anymore."
Tu Nian laughed out loud immediately, "What do you mean by 'found a new place'? His wording is really insightful."
After laughing, she patted the boy's shoulder and earnestly warned him, "You must not spread his words. I'm going to be a singer, a serious singer. I'm changing my career, understand? I'm not jumping ship."
The boy nodded, not quite understanding, and then said seriously: "These are all trivial matters. Anyway, you are my sister. No matter where you go, just come back to visit me when you have time."
Tu Nian was somewhat moved after hearing this.
She had watched the boy build up his career in the bar, doing things like chasing away drunken and scoundrel customers or scolding those who took a liking to his youthful looks. She couldn't remember how many troubles she had helped him solve.
At that time, she felt that every time she saw him, she would remember the days when Xingxian worked before her, so she helped him as much as she could.
Now it seems that my kindness is indeed remembered by others.
After being moved, Tu Nian asked about the business: "By the way, is the boss here today?"
"Here I am, in booth 33. I've been sitting there for quite a while."
"oh?"
It's a rare thing. Chu Qiurong usually doesn't stay in the hall. Why is she in such a mood today? After thinking about it, Tu Nian said to the boy: "I know, you go and get busy."
"Don't worry. I haven't made you a good drink in a while. What would you like? A Godfather or a Negroni?" The boy rubbed his hands eagerly.
"Orange juice is fine. Thank you for your hard work."
Sister Tu doesn't drink anymore? The boy was a little surprised, but he still obediently brought her a glass of orange juice.
There were quite a few customers at the bar, and the boy only had time to exchange a few words with her. Now that he had entertained the guests, he could go about his business with peace of mind.
Tu Nian sat at the bar, leaning against the edge of the table, looking far away towards the dance floor.
The orange juice in the cup tasted a bit sweet. After taking a few more sips, she couldn't help but think of the honey water brewed by Bo Qiu.
I make some tea myself whenever I have time, but probably because of the honey, it's not as delicious as his.
She held the glass and walked towards a place where there were fewer people. Although booth 33 was closer to the dance floor, she didn't want to waste the glass of orange juice.
Booth No. 33 faced the dance floor, and after walking around it, Tu Nian just happened to come to the back of it.
Chu Qiurong's voice drifted faintly from the booth. His voice was deep and languid, with a careless drawl at the end of each sentence. Even in the noisy bar, Tu Nian could easily recognize his voice.
Hearing his voice, she suddenly remembered the flashy suit she'd given him. They'd agreed back then: she'd buy it, and he'd wear it. So, with a smile on her face, she walked around to the booth, wanting to tease him, "How's that suit I gave you?..."
Before she could finish her words, two pairs of eyes in the booth looked at her.
This explains why Chu Qiurong was not in the office. He had guests today.
Tu Nian swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue with her orange juice. She was about to look towards the booth when she instantly withdrew her gaze and walked forward faster and faster, hoping that these two people would just treat her as a fart and not call her back.
"It's been so long since we last met. Are you leaving without even saying hello?"
Well, I still called her back.
Tu Nian closed her eyes in pain, inwardly cursing at Chu Qiurong's ancestors. She had no choice but to stop and force a stiff smile: "Haha, Boss."
"Since you're looking for me, why don't you come and sit down?"
Chu Qiurong wore a pair of gold-rimmed round glasses today, giving her a scholarly air.
At this moment, he was talking while shaking the exquisite square cup in his hand, which added a bit of decadence to his calm and elegant temperament.
As soon as he said this, no matter how unwilling Tu Nian was, he couldn't just walk away. So he gritted his teeth and sat in the booth farthest away from the two of them.
"Who is she?" asked the man beside Chu Qiurong. Although his tone was questioning, he kept squinting his eyes as he looked her up and down, as if he knew her.
Chu Qiurong saw his eyes from the corner of her eye and knew that he had an idea in his mind, so she said, "This is it."
The man understood, and his expression suddenly became ambiguous: "Oh, his taste is quite good."
Tu Nian didn't understand, but he didn't intend to understand. Most of the people in Chu Qiurong's circle were businessmen and famous people, and many of their words were used for teasing, so they just said them.
Seeing that Tu Nian was just drinking the orange juice in the glass with his head down and showed no sign of talking, the man spoke first.
"Kid," the man called.
Tu Nian really didn't want to talk, but the two big Buddhas in front of her had been in high positions for a long time. At this moment, they were looking at her together, and they both exuded an indescribable aura. With her background in the market, she could not withstand such pressure at all.
She endured it for a long time, and finally responded helplessly: "Hello, senior."
The man smiled when he heard her address him. "Senior? Bo Qiu, let's not talk about that. How can I be considered your senior?"
How come he also recognized Bo Qiu? Tu Nian looked up at the sound and met his eyes, and his heart was suddenly shocked.
The man's sapphire eyes were as deep as a bottomless spring. Except for a few strands of hair hanging down by his ears, the rest of his long, slightly curly golden hair was tied behind his head. He leaned lazily against the back of the chair, like a sated golden lion.
This man has a Western appearance, but speaks fluent Mandarin. What's even more strange is that his eyebrows and eyes are 70% similar to Bo Qiu.
She looked at Chu Qiurong in surprise, but found that Chu Qiurong looked calm and composed, as if she had expected her to react like this.
As expected, Chu Qiurong took a sip of the green cocktail in her glass and looked at her from behind her gold-rimmed glasses: "This is Bo Qiu's eldest brother, Bo Huai."
Bo Huai? Tu Nian was stunned.
How come Bo Qiu has a brother with an exotic appearance? She had never heard him mention it before, but the name Bo Huai sounded so familiar.
After pondering for a long time, she suddenly had an idea. She stood up and asked in surprise, "Are you the chairman of Bo's International?"
After saying this, Tu Nian realized that his voice was quite loud, so he immediately fell silent and sat back down.
Fortunately, the bar was noisy, so her voice didn't attract many people's attention. However, the girls who had been eyeing the booth here became more eager with lust.
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