Hospital.

Xiao Zi with a private office.

Bo Zhanye walked straight in, his tall and slender figure, like a thousand miles of ice with winter, thousands of miles of snow drifting, as soon as he came in, the breath of the entire office was cold.

Xiao Zihe hurriedly patted the little nurse in her arms, asked her to leave, and got up:

"Brother Jiu, what kind of wind blew you here? And what's going on with your face? Like frosted eggplant. ”

Bo Zhanye glanced at him lightly, and sat down on the examination chair gently: "I'm sick, check for me." ”

"Huh? Where's the disease? Let me see. Xiao Zihe said, took the thermometer, measured Bo Zhanye's temperature, touched his forehead, and after a series of examinations, he looked confused:

"Looks like it's okay, huh? Where are you uncomfortable? ”

Bo Zhanye looked at him, his eyes were deep and empty, indifferent and cold, about 5 seconds, he raised his hand and pointed to his chest:

"Upset, sad, bloated."

"Damn! Inherited your old man's heart disease? This is amazing, come with me to the examination room. Xiao Zihe was frightened and immediately called all the cardiologists in the hospital, and even the dean was called.

For three hours, inside and out, Bo Zhan Ye was checked.

However, the final test results made all the experts in the hospital nervous, and they did not know why:

"There is no problem with the inspection, what's going on?"

"The ninth master's heart looks very healthy, why is it uncomfortable?"

"Is it a medical weirdness?"

", my ninth brother has no strange symptoms." Xiao Zihe pushed them away, walked to the bedside, and asked carefully:

"Brother Jiu, why are you so sad? Tell me about the initial cause and detailed situation, and I will give you a careful analysis and prescribe the right medicine. ”

Bo Zhanye's eyelids drooped slightly, and his mood was cold: "It's nothing, I heard that woman teach Lan Jiao how to hook up, and it is not uncommon to shout again and again, and my heart is on fire." ”

Ahem.

That's it?

Xiao Zi patted his arm with 'snap': "Brother Jiu, I see that you are just a fire, where are you having a heart attack?" It's clear that I like people. ”

Ha ha.

Several doctors and nurses on the side couldn't help laughing, the high-ranking ninth master couldn't even tell the difference between illness and liking.

It's so innocent!

Bo Zhanye's murderous gaze shot at everyone: "Who do you like?" "The stupid woman? No way!

Xiao Zihe was almost not frozen to death by that look, and after driving away the doctors and nurses, the desire to survive was extremely explained:

"Don't be fierce, don't be fierce, I'm telling the truth, you think, you feel uncomfortable because she taught the ninth sister-in-law to please you and said that it is not rare for you, it is because you care about her and like her, so you don't like her to push you to other women.

Brother Jiu, who is that woman? You're not kind to this mental cheating. ”

The head of the tone analysis is the Tao, as if it were really like that.

Bo Zhanye's face became more and more cold, and he would never admit that he liked Lan Xixi, who was covered in thorns and ruined:

"Get out."

Dropping the words, he pulled on his blazer and strode out.

Even the air is cold.

Xiao Zi and the confused, curious cat about to die!

Who is Brother Jiu interested in? Which woman is so powerful?

Seven o'clock in the afternoon.

Bo Zhan returned to the villa on the night, the air was quiet, and Bo Xiaomo sat alone in the living room playing model puzzles.

"Where did Lanxixi go?" I actually left the child here alone.

Bo Xiaomo raised his little face: "Auntie knows that Daddy is coming back, so she left on time at seven o'clock and said that she was going to cook for Uncle Tang." ”

Cooking for Tang Shishen?

Bo Zhan Ye was handsome and cold, and looked at Mo Nanxi: "What's the matter?" ”

Mo Nanxi trembled and explained: "I don't know the specific situation, but I know that today Miss Lan sent a message saying that she would go over to cook dinner for Mr. Tang every day in the future, so she left at seven o'clock and asked me to arrange my work in advance." ”

Bo Zhan Night: "......"

Damn, who allowed her to pass!

"Call her and tell her to get back."

Mo Nanxi had never seen the Ninth Master so unrestrained in his emotions, and he knew why this emotion came from, so he said weakly:

“…… Ninth Master, in my opinion, Miss Lan's working hours to take care of the little young master every day are eight in the morning and seven in the evening, and the rest of the time is her personal free time, we should not ask, and the ninth master ...... What you should care about is Mrs. Future, not Lan Xixi. ”

This advice brought back Bo Zhanye's sanity, and when he realized that Lan Xixi was involved/emotion again, he irritably pulled off his tie and rubbed his eyebrows:

"What's wrong with Lan Jiao?"

Monansi replied: "Mrs. Future hit a car when she ran out today, she bruised her knee and I was taken to the hospital. ”

Bo Zhan Night: "......"

For Lan Jiao, he is responsible in the end, at least he was calculated and forced to pull her to redeem her.

"Buy a bouquet of flowers and a new limited-edition women's bag and take her to the hospital."

Mo Nanxi actually wanted to say, shouldn't the Ninth Master go over in person? After all, when Lan Xixi was injured in the first place, Jiu Ye went straight to the hospital, how could he change to Lan Jiao, it would be different?

After Bo Zhanye waited for Mo Nanxi to leave, he returned to the study, on the sofa with a noble figure, indifferent and lonely.

In the past thirty years, no matter what he encounters, he can be calm and unhurried, but about the emotional ups and downs caused by Lan Xixi, he felt tricky and headache for the first time.

Xiao Zihe's words couldn't help but float in his ears: 'Of course, there is a greater possibility that you like her. ’

Like that woman?

He would rather believe that he is insane!

The Bo family, the imperial capital, thousands of miles away, is brightly lit tonight, and no one sleeps.

The five-year official election officially kicked off today, and the winner will be the king, and the loser will be the loser, and if he loses the election, he will wait another five years, which can be described as quite fierce competition.

For the Bo family, this matter is even more fatal.

For a long time, although the Bo family is in the forefront of the wind, but the tree is big, the popularity of the people will be defeated, and the extremes of things will be reversed, and many hidden dangers have been established in the dark, if the foundation is not consolidated, it will inevitably be troubled externally and internally.

Bo Zhanye's father, Bo Huaijing, said solemnly: "I have read this year's list, all of them are dragons and phoenixes among people, and it is difficult to distinguish between them. ”

Several children were embarrassed: "But Dad, those who can enter the list are not ordinary people, our Bo family has been in business, and it is much lower in this regard." ”

"Yes, Dad, they are more from generation to generation, and they are capable, and if we want to sit on them, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

After a few sentences, Bo Huaijing was asked.

Obviously, he didn't expect good decisions either.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Yun Anxian, an 80-year-old lady sitting on the Taishi chair, reciting Buddhist scriptures, and rolling Buddhist beads in her hand, spoke:

"Don't worry, as long as Xiao Jiu marries Lan Jiao, all problems will be solved, because Lan Jiao was the old lady's life-saving benefactor."

"What? Madame's savior? So why didn't you say it earlier? Hurry up and call Xiao Jiu! ”

"But Xiao Jiu doesn't seem to like Lan Jiao very much? Otherwise, how could you not marry for so many years? ”

"This matter is not for him, Lan Jiao is kind, and has such a powerful relationship, if this matter is known to others, it will definitely hit Lan Jiao's idea. If you don't marry back, wait for another opponent to marry away? ”

After Bo Huaijing finished speaking, he went straight back to the house.

At six o'clock the next morning, I called Bo Zhanye as soon as possible:

"Xiao Jiu, within a month, marry Lan Jiao."