"Yes, young master, it's already here."

Mu Zhou glanced at the rearview mirror and said respectfully.

"Well, by the way, did I get what I wanted?" Bo Xiuyin's narrow eyes narrowed dangerously, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, "That's what I specially ...... for them Prepare for the big gift. ”

That thing...... But the main event, if you forget it, it won't be fun.

"You mean that?" Mu Zhou was stunned for a moment, his face was a little weird.

"Well, did you send it?"

Bo Xiuyin's cold eyes swept over.

"It's already here." Mu Zhou opened his mobile phone and glanced at it, and replied affirmatively.

"Okay, now that we're here, let's go." Bo Xiuyin chuckled, "Heh, next, it's time for our home field." ”

"Okay, young master." Mu Zhou nodded, opened the car door, and walked to the door of the back seat with an umbrella, and bowed down to open the car door, "Young master, slow down." ”

At this time, the waitress in front of the hotel not far away noticed the car and walked over quickly with an umbrella.

However, before she had taken a few steps, the waitress froze in amazement.

I saw a slender and clear figure walk out of the car.

White shirt and suit pants, short black hair slightly messy, light eyebrows, a pair of deep evil cold eyes.

The delicate and graceful contour line, fair and delicate skin, and the high nose bridge, combined with the right thin lips, form an incomparable and peerless face.

At this time, he put his hands in his pants pockets, his cold eyes were slightly curved, and there was a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was a male god who came out of the second dimension.

Where has the waitress seen a person with such a face, and she can't help but wander away from the world at the first sight.

And Bo Xiuyin has always had a keen sense, and he noticed it instantly.

Looking over, I saw a waitress standing in place in a daze, a pair of eyes staring at her face.

Her eyebrows couldn't help but twist and looked at Mu Zhou, "Do you have a mask on your body?" ”

Mu Zhou hurriedly took out a new black mask from his pocket, "Is this okay?" ”

"Hmm." Bo Xiuyin's slender and white fingers took it and put the mask on his face, while also covering his god-like face.

"Let's go."

After putting it on, the two walked over, handed over the invitation, and entered the door of the hotel.

As soon as I walked into the hotel, a slightly shrill middle-aged woman's voice came.

"Thank you for coming to my 40th birthday party......"

The official polite words and gentle tone are very similar to the woman from two years ago.

No, it shouldn't be like it, it's the woman!

The woman...... is Bo Zhengrong's current wife and her so-called stepmother - Song Lizhen.

Song Lizhen stood on the stage at this time, her face was full of red light, and even the corners of her eyes were wrinkled because of her smile, which showed how happy she was.

Because she knows very well that although she has sat in the position of Mrs. Bo for so many years, she has never been truly recognized.

After all...... She is not a big lady, and she has no noble background.

Even before, she was Bo Zhengrong's mistress, and she was not seen at all.

If it weren't for her keeping her in obscurity for so long and calculating for so long, I'm afraid she would still be just a poor woman who is only worthy of being a mistress.

Where can it be like now, noble and elegant and envied by everyone.