I couldn't help but look at my chest again.

Bo Shaoyu was slightly silent.

"Mr. Bo, what's wrong?"

Assistant Zhang's voice came from the front, interrupting Bo Shaoyu's distraction, he shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice, "It's okay." ”

Only then did I realize that I had involuntarily stopped the wheelchair just now, and at this time, my face remained unchanged, so I continued to follow casually.

He asked Assistant Zhang casually: "The one just now, is it the bodyguard who sent Xia Wanfeng back last time?" ”

Assistant Zhang was surprised: "Mr. Bo, do you remember, yes, this Ah Biao is very capable of handling things, and the guards are very good, you liked him very much before, so you can promote him." ”

Bo Shao's face was expressionless: "...... Is it? Did I like him? ”

"Uh......" I couldn't find any reason, but I felt like I had said something wrong.

Assistant Zhang pondered the wording: "I'll re-phrase the wording, cough cough, Mr. Bo is embarrassed, you just gave Ah Biao a little chance for the sake of that Ah Biao's burly man." ”

"Burly?" Bo Shao sneered: "I hate this kind of burly one the most!" ”

This sentence is really cold!

Assistant Zhang: "......"

Did Mr. Bo eat gunpowder?

Why can't you get along with a poor bodyguard?

"Yes! It's really not good to be too burly. He hurriedly spoke: "So Mr. Bo, it is indeed right for you to let him guard the gate!" ”

"He's worthy of guarding the gate, too?" Bo Shaoyu immediately sneered again.

"Then ......" Assistant Zhang carefully figured out what Mr. Bo meant: "Or I'll fire him later?" ”

Bo Shaoyu's face was not good, and the picture that flashed back in his mind was not only the summer evening wind hammer chest, but also ......

The summer evening wind was stuffed into the pocket of the bodyguard......

A lollipop.

"Huh." Bo Shaoyu sneered: "Sooner or later, he himself will choke to death." ”

Choking to death with a lollipop!

The wheelchair sped up and followed inside.

Assistant Zhang: "??? ”

What the hell is that...... To be fired, or not to be fired?

Xia Wanfeng really felt it this time, and the big manor of Bo Shaoyu was big.

The last time I came to his house, it was a thunderstorm, and although I had been in various ways and had felt the number of houses, I had never been here in the daytime.

I didn't officially feel the heavy breath of his old mansion era.

His old house is decorated in a European style, but it is not the type of local tyrant nouveau riche, and every place is very exquisite and very historical.

Intricately carved windows, statuesque fountains, marble floors, turquoise grass, and spired roofs.

There are traces of meticulous care everywhere, and when you walk in, you will feel a sense of history.

It's just a ...... anyway Capital......

Rich!

She only now knows how sloppy the original author was when he wrote about the Bo family.

With such a rich family with a history and ancestrals, can it be summed up in two words?

Add at least one ......

it!

"What's wrong?" Bo Shaoyu's deep voice came from behind, and there was a trace of coldness and dissatisfaction in his tone.

"Not leaving?"

It seems to be a little angry, but obviously, now immersed in the summer evening breeze of the rich Bo family, I don't feel his emotions at all.

She had fallen into admiration and said with great emotion.

"Mr. Bo, your family...... I didn't expect to be so rich! ”

"So what?"