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Chapter 153 Shen Chu's Painting

What is Mr. Bo looking for himself? Bo has a clear mind in his old age.

But he guessed one, but couldn't guess the second.

"What do you mean is to let me remarry Chen Chu?"

Mr. Bo glared at him: "What, can you really want to marry Lin Xiangyue?"

Lin Xiangyue didn't want to marry her, but it was impossible to remarry Shen Chu.

"I want to marry someone else, but what you said is impossible to remarry Chen Chu."

Mr. Bo was dissatisfied when he heard his words: "What is an impossible thing? Chen Chu likes you. Now that she has caused so many things, isn't it because she can't swallow that? Just coax her, I apologize to her, oh by the way, I will let you, Mu Qing, and I will forgive us if I try it a few more times."

Bo Wunian didn't say anything, and the old man Bo next to him was still telling him how to "coax" Chen Chu.

Maybe it's been a long time since Bo's old age has not responded. Old Master Bo is also a little anxious and beat him with a crutch: "I'm talking to you, have you heard it? What's the good thing about Lin Xiangyue? The two sisters of the Lin family There is no simple one! Chen Chu needs family background and ability, and she is more than enough to accompany you. The most important thing is that she also likes you! Women are most likely to be soft-hearted about the men they like. If you spend some time, It will be a matter of time before Chen Chu remarries you."

"Grandpa, I will consider what you said. I have a dinner party at noon, so I won't have dinner with you anymore. I'll go back to the company."

After Bo Munian finished speaking, he raised his legs and left. Old Master Bo shouted several times behind him, but he seemed to have not heard it.

Bo Zhemao was so angry that he threw the crutch in his hand. The ornament not far away was knocked to the ground. With a "bang", Bai Sheng outside rushed in.

Despite this, I still haven't looked back in my twilight years.

He drove back directly from the company, and the car didn't drive into the villa, so he parked outside.

Bo Wunian quickly walked out of the villa and got in the car, but did not start the car and return to the company immediately.

Bo Zhemao's words kept echoing in his ears. He felt irritable, so he reached out to pick up the cigarette box, shook a cigarette out of it, and lowered his head to light it.

After just taking a few sips, Bo Muqing's nonchalant voice came from outside the car window.

Bo Wunian frowned, frowned the car key, and wanted to start the car and leave directly.

However, Bo Muqing ran out and blocked the front of the car: "Brother! Brother! Don't leave now, I found a painting in the study! The painting drawn by Chen Chu!"

Bo Wunian was about to ask Bo Muqing to get out of the way. When he heard the "painting of Chen Chu" in her hand, he let go of the hand holding the steering wheel, lowered the car window, and looked at Bo Muqing who was walking around: " Since it is Chen Chu’s thing, what are you touching?”

Bo Muqing curled his lips and placed the sketch on his hand in front of Bo Wunian: "But she is painting you!"

Looking at the sketch that Bo Muqing raised in front of him, Bo Wunian's hand holding a cigarette trembled slightly, and his cold black eyes also fluctuated a little, "Where did you find it?"

Bo Muqing moved the painting away, revealing his face, and looked at Bo Wunian with a proud eyebrows: "Inside the study! It is sandwiched in a picture book. I think the name of the picture book is quite nice. I want to take it out and take it out and take a look. If you dig it out, the painting will fall out.”

After Bo Muqing finished speaking, he looked at the painting a few times, and sighed as he looked at it: "No, brother, Chen Chu likes you very much! Look how good she has painted you!"

"Give me."

Bo Wunian pinched the cigarette and looked up at Bo Muqing expressionlessly.

"I found the painting, I—"

Bo Muqing was still afraid of Bo's old age, so he reluctantly handed the painting to him. After that, he curled the corner of his mouth and murmured in a low voice: "I still want to use this painting to see Chen Chu, but she still has a hard mouth. What, I clearly like you. I have done so many things, don’t I just want to remarry?”
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