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It was late at night, the guests were gone, and the media was pretty much gone.

Su Qingyou took a shower in the hotel, dried her hair, and lay down on the bed relaxedly.

She felt her stomach start throbbing again, clutching her stomach and frowning.

"Tuk tuk", someone is knocking on the door.

Su Qingyou got out of bed, walked to the door and opened the door.

Bo Yuheng had obviously just taken a shower, his hair was half-wet, and he was wrapped in a plain bathrobe, revealing his tight chest.

He is not at all as serious and indifferent as when he took half a bottle of hairspray, and he seems much kinder.

From time to time, droplets of water flowed down his hair, through his handsome chin, and down his chest.

The scent of the fragrant shower gel tickled her nose and made her feel itchy, and she couldn't help but swallow.

"What's wrong with you?"

Bo Yuheng asked her.

"It's okay, come in. ”

She said and turned to the side to let him in.

He saw her touching her stomach from beginning to end, frowning slightly, "Stomach hurt?"

"Hmm. She closed the door stiffly and nodded, "I don't know what's going on, that's it this morning." ”

Bo Yuheng walked to the fixed landline and made a call, "Hello, please send some stomach medicine to 1220, thank you, by the way, if you can, also send a cup with a lid." ”

After saying that, he poured out the water in the electric kettle, reconnected the kettle, and pressed the switch.

He sat on the bed very casually and nodded to Su Qingyou, who was still in a daze by the door, "Come here." ”

Su Qingyou lowered her head slightly, walked over to him and sat down, and saw him stretch out his hand and put it on her stomach.

Immediately, the temperature of the man's palm passed through the thin bathrobe and pressed against her stomach, warming her heart and blushing her face.

"The medicine hasn't been delivered yet, and the water hasn't boiled yet, so warm your stomach with your hands first. ”

He smiled and stared at her.

She was a little embarrassed, but she didn't hide her smile and said "yes" in a low voice.

"By the way, how is your grandfather?"

She remembered it.

At that time, Old Man Bo fainted in front of everyone.

Fortunately, for this wedding, it only set off a little wave, after all, they are the protagonists.

"I've been back to China overnight, I'm old, I always hold it in my heart when I encounter something, and I suddenly get emotional, and it's easy to faint. ”

His voice was very light and faint, but Su Qingyou still heard a trace of sadness from it.

She didn't know what kind of contradiction there was between Bo Yuheng and his grandfather to make his grandfather target him so much, but what she knew was that when his grandfather was sick, he would be unhappy.

There was a knock at the door, and the gloom on Bo Yuheng's face quickly swept away, "The speed is quite fast." ”

He stood up, walked to the door, took the medicine and the cup, and thanked the waiter.

It happened that the water was also boiling at this time, so he went over and poured the water into the cup, mixed it with cold water, and tasted it himself first to test the temperature of the water.

Feeling that it was almost enough, he put the cup aside, opened the cup that the waiter had given him, filled it with a full cup of hot water, and tightened the lid.

Su Qingyou sat cross-legged on the bed, squinting his eyes comfortably like a cat, and quietly watching him busy with himself.

"Bo Yuheng, do you like me?"

Almost, she asked this sentence.

But she still didn't have the courage to ask this, so she had to keep her mouth shut tightly and watch him bring the medicine and water.

"Drink it. ”

Brief, gentle, but also commanding, let her obediently finish the medicine.

He stuffed the transparent cup into her arms again, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "We will go back tomorrow, but we have to go back to Z City first, after all, your identity is now the young grandmother of the Bo family, and there are many people you have to know." ”

Su Qingyou nodded, looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Bo Yuheng, what kind of life did you live abroad before?"

Bo Yuheng blinked in surprise when he heard this, "Why are you curious about this?"

"Because of the story you told me today, you said you had been exposed to Black Fist. Well...... Do you want to say it? If you don't say it, forget it. ”

Su Qingyou arched the cup into his arms uncomfortably.

There was a faint light in his eyes, and his eyebrows were slightly curved, "This is probably the first time you want to know me." ”

He glanced at her, his gaze on the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Growing up, I have actually been living in the shadow of my little uncle. ”

Thinking of the past, he took a deep breath and slowly spit it out.

"You know, my grandfather had five sons. The eldest son, Bo Jue, was young and promising, but unfortunately died young; his aunt Bo Jin was beautiful and smart, but she followed her husband abroad when she was young, and she hadn't seen her for more than ten years; the fourth uncle didn't do much practical things, but he was better than his brain, and he was opportunistic and could make his grandfather happy; and there was the younger uncle, who had always been the pride of the Bo family. ”

Su Qingyou listened quietly beside him, "That's ...... Where's your dad?"

He laughed self-deprecatingly, "It is said that tiger fathers have no dogs, but my father is like an outlier in the Bo family, when he was young, the other children of the Bo family worked hard to go to school and work hard to learn all kinds of things, and he was there to paint, for this, grandpa didn't know how many times he taught him." ”

Then one day, in front of him, his grandfather burned all his paintings, including manuscripts, to ashes, and when he heard that he didn't say a word, he didn't cry, and obediently went to the class that his grandfather had enrolled him. ”

Su Qingyou's heart was tightened all of a sudden, and it was hard to imagine that Bo Yuheng's easy-going father would have experienced these things.

"Actually, my dad and my mom are also political marriages. At that time, my dad didn't know my mother, so he was bent on opposing this marriage, so my grandfather locked him up, starved him for almost a week, and didn't give him any water to drink, and finally my dad was sent to the hospital for rescue, and the first thing he woke up was that he agreed. ”

At this, his voice tightened, and his head turned to the side.

Su Qingyou saw that the lines of his chin were tense, and his eyes were red, and he gently held his hand, which was placed in the palm of his hand and rubbed it gently.

"So the last time I went back to Z City, my grandfather wanted to do it again and confined me, but unfortunately his wishful thinking failed, and in less than two hours, I came out. ”

He turned his head to look at her and smiled childishly, "The most fortunate thing is that although Dad was forced, he and Mom have a good relationship, and Dad has always said that it is a blessing to be able to marry Mom for a lifetime." ”

"Auntie and uncle were lovely. ”

Su Qingyou also added, thinking that it was time for her to change her words, she closed her mouth in some embarrassment.

Fortunately, Bo Yuheng didn't notice this, and continued: "Among the five children, my grandfather likes to teach my father the most, because he thinks my father is the least successful. So, he often scolded my dad in front of me for being useless. ”

"That year, Bo Jue died, everything that should have been inherited by him was in the air, and my grandfather began to choose other heirs, but I didn't expect that many people in the Bo family hoped that I could also become the heir. Grandpa only wanted my little uncle to inherit the family business, so he casually used a reason to let me go to school abroad. ”

Su Qingyou suddenly thought that maybe Bo Yuheng had just left on the front foot, and she came to Bo's house on the back foot.

Maybe they should have known each other a long time ago, but they didn't meet each other again until eight years later.

No wonder she had never seen Bo Yuheng in the Bo family!

She sighed at this wonderful fate in her heart, and heard him say: "If it weren't for the fact that my uncle was seriously ill and urgently needed to be sent abroad for treatment, I probably wouldn't have been able to come back." ”

Su Qingyou looked at him sincerely, "Bo Yuheng, you are great, really." Thank you for telling me this, thank you for letting me know you. ”

Bo Yuheng curled the corners of his lips, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her.

"What about you, is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Hmmm......"

Su Qingyou hesitated slightly, and then heard his aggrieved voice in his ears, "Do you think I'm old?"

"Why!"

"But your little housekeeper said that I should go to the hospital for regular check-ups......"

"You don't care what he says, he doesn't know what's wrong today, he talks with a gun and a stick. Su Qingyou said seriously on his shoulder: "If you are an uncle, I am an uncle!"

Saying that, she hesitated for a while before she said, "Actually, there is something I have always wanted to tell you, I knew your uncle before...... Our relationship, similar to ......"

"First love? Is he your first love?"

Bo Yuheng asked suddenly.

Su Qingyou thought he was angry, and snorted nervously: "Count, count...... I lived in Bo's house for a while, and at that time, I lived with him. Later, when he got sick, we lost contact, and when we saw him again, he didn't remember me anymore. ”

"Then you ......"

"I don't like him anymore, I'm serious!"

Su Qing explained hurriedly, he hugged her tighter, "I didn't ask this question, what are you anxious about?"

His voice became low, "I just want to ask, if one day, Uncle remembers everything, then what will you do? After all, it's first love, right?"

Su Qingyou, who had just met Bo Yan before, would often think about this question and would expect him to quickly recall everything.

But now, she didn't want him to think about those things again, and she hadn't figured out how she would face him if he really remembered them all.

Bo Yuheng let go of her at this time and printed a kiss on her forehead.

"Have a good rest, we will be busy tomorrow. ”

He didn't hear her answer, and he didn't show any displeasure, but smiled at her and walked out of the room.

Su Qingyou watched him walk out in a daze, secretly regretting why he had just chosen to be silent.

There was another knock on the door.

She put the cup aside at once, jumped out of bed, and opened the door quickly, "If he really remembers, ...... too"

The person standing at the door was not Bo Yuheng, but Zhi Bai.

"Miss. He gave her a blank look, "Sir has a task for you to complete." ”

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Bo Yan called Su Qingwen, but he was always concerned.

He took an irritable puff on his cigarette and pressed it into the ashtray again.

My father was sick, to be precise, he was sick with gas.

Thinking of this, he was disgusted with his nephew again.

"The top priority is to convene a general meeting of shareholders and pull him down from the position of chairman!"

He paced back and forth in his hotel room, thinking of strategy.

The phone rang.

When I picked it up, there were only four words written on it.

"I'm back. ”

Bo Yan's originally anxious expression calmed down little by little.

"Sister, you're finally back......"

He smiled, and against the darkness of the night, he looked extremely evil.

"Bo Yuheng, are you far from falling?"