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Qiu Xiaojun didn't know about the father-son relationship between Bo's father and Boer. He had just heard him scold Boer for being too harsh and unpleasant, and he couldn't help feeling a little disgusted with him. He wanted to continue to follow Boer and his sister, but after hearing him

Seeing that he was an old man, he couldn't bear to let him lie on the cold ground. After thinking about it, he turned around and appeared, walked to Bo's father, and carefully helped him up.

, "Old man, are you injured anywhere?"

Father Bo burst into tears, "Beautiful lady, uh-oh, let me tell you, that Bo who can sing and act is my son, my biological son."

No? If he were Bohl's biological father, with Bohl's current status, would he, Bohl, ignore him and let him live like a beggar?

Qiu Xiaojun's face was full of doubts.

At this moment, she did not expect that Boer, who kept saying that he did not know Bo's father and that he was a madman, would actually drive back.

"Why are you here too?" Bol got out of the car and saw her supporting his father. His handsome face turned white and black, "You...have been following me and your sister?"

"...No, I, I happened to be dining in this restaurant tonight, and when I came out, I saw this old man lying on the ground." Qiu Xiaojun didn't expect that he would come back, and looked at his handsome face for a moment.

Miancai quickly denied it, "I would like to ask you, why did you come back?"

"..." Bol didn't know how to explain it. He shed tears after looking at it. He temporarily forgot to scold his father and immediately sat back in the car.

Now that he has returned, why did he leave so quickly? Could it be that he felt guilty and the old man he helped up was really his biological father.

Seeing his abnormal behavior and reaction, Qiu Xiaojun immediately became suspicious.

At this time, Bo's father saw him getting back into the car and preparing to leave. He cried and cursed again, "Uh wu wu 7e My star son doesn't want me as a father anymore. Uh uh wu wu, he is a slut and has no conscience."

"Uh-huh..."

Uh, are they two father and son? The son is so indifferent to his father, and the father curses his son so much. Do they have any deep hatred?

At this moment, Qiu Xiaojunte seemed to figure out the true relationship between the two of them. When Bol was about to start the car, he let go of Bo's father and got into the passenger seat of Bol's car at lightning speed.

How could she be so fast?

Bol really wondered if he had seen it wrong. He clenched the steering wheel with both hands and turned his head to look at her sitting next to him in disbelief, "You...you..."

"What are you, what are you?" Qiu Xiaojun glanced at Bo's father outside the car, frowning and looking at him with his chin raised, "Tell me honestly, is he your father?"

When he mentioned his alcoholic and gambler father, Bol was full of anger, "You have nothing to do with this. Get out of the car right now. Don't think that you are Mr. Mo's woman, and I will be very polite to you."

"If you don't answer my question, I won't get off the car." She was not afraid of him.

"You...you...uh..." Bol was very angry. After thinking for a while, he sighed, immediately started the car and quickly stepped on the accelerator.

He drove the car very fast, so fast that one could feel that the speed exuded despair and disappointment, and he was getting closer to death.

He drove the car so fast. Qiu Xiaojun was not very scared, but was a little frightened and sad. He felt that he must be very miserable at this time. After a while, he looked at his beautiful profile.

He lowered his voice and asked: "Boll, that old man is your father, right?"

Bol didn't speak, looked straight ahead, and drove his red BMW extremely skillfully, constantly overtaking the car in front of him.

"Boll, why are you and your father like this?" She really wanted to know why he and his father were like this. "What happened between you? Is there some misunderstanding?"

Bol still didn't speak. After driving for nearly an hour, he parked the car in front of a bar far away from the busy area. He quickly got down and walked into the bar with a pale face.

"Boll..." Qiu Xiaojun also quickly got out of the car and followed him quickly.

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The bar is very special. The space is small, the lighting is dim, and the music played is not exciting at all. The gentle melody gives people a faint feeling.

A bar like this is destined not to be visited by too many people. There are only a few tables filled with people in twos and threes. It is like a shelter for men and women who have a lot of depression in their hearts.

Entering the bar, Bol walked straight to a corner.

He seemed to be a regular visitor to this bar. When a waiter saw him, he took it upon himself to bring him a dozen drinks from the bar without asking him what he wanted to drink, and then left to greet other guests.

Qiu Xiaojun followed Bol into the bar. As soon as he entered the bar, he felt a depressing atmosphere. He looked around suspiciously, sat opposite him, and looked at him with some worry, "Boll, this bar is good."

It’s so special, do you often go to this bar to drink?”

Boer ignored her and regarded her as air. He picked up a bottle of wine and drank heavily with his head raised. He drank too hard and too fast, and inevitably choked. He coughed several times uncomfortably, "Cough 7e cough 7e

Cough 7e"
Chapter completed!