Bo Munian glanced at the aunt's back, turned his gaze to the cell phone placed on the front of the car, snorted, raised his hand and picked up the cell phone, and threw it directly into the flowers beside him.

Forty minutes later, Weiguang Technology.

Lin Chaoyang looked at Bo Wunian who came out of the elevator and was stunned for a moment: "Mr. Bo, your face--"

"Is there something wrong?"

The cold eyes swept over, Lin Chaoyang froze for a moment, he swallowed, and shook his head: "Nothing."

Anyway, no one in the company dares to laugh at me in his twilight years.

Lin Chaoyang quickly found an excuse and walked back to his desk quickly.

Bo Wunian frowned slightly, raised his legs and walked into the office.

The desk was still the same as before he left. He pulled over half of the documents he had just seen and continued to search.

After reading it for nearly ten minutes, he didn't even turn a page.

Bo Wunian reached out and pulled the collar, took out the old button phone from his pocket.

He didn't know why he had to pick up the thrown mobile phone. The button phone from more than ten years ago, even Bo Zhemao didn't use it.

The mobile phone has a password. Looking at the four words "enter password", Bo Wunian only thinks it is ridiculous and he is ridiculous.

He was crazy, so he wanted to open this phone and take a look.

What's so good about it? It's just a mobile phone that Shen Chu abandoned.

I thought so, but the movements on my hands are another matter.

When his fingers fell on the keyboard, he had already unconsciously entered Shen Chu's birthday.

no.

Bo Wunian frowned, and he lost his birthday by chance.

When the page entered the home screen, Bo Wunian felt like something was touched in his heart.

He couldn't explain this feeling clearly, just like a person who bought a lottery ticket had a premonition that he would get a big prize. After the lottery was drawn, he was happy, and he was more of a kind of satisfaction that he couldn't explain clearly.

There is nothing in the address book, but there are more than 200 text messages in it.

Bo Wu was well aware that this kind of practice of spying on other people's privacy was very unethical, but in his opinion, Shen Chu's impression of him was no longer bad.

Now there is another thing that makes her hate, so what?

People always have a rebellious mentality. After living in their twilight years, they have always been a "good boy" in the eyes of others. However, Shen Chu aroused all his rebelliousness.

He didn't know why, but whenever he encountered something related to Shen Chu, he seemed to have changed his own person.

Just like now, he couldn't control himself clicking in and reading the text messages.

The latest text message was from three years ago, with only five words: I'm married to him.

The previous text message was just a sentence: I don’t know what happened, I just felt it was messy. He said he wanted to marry me, but I thought it was not a good thing.

The next one is very short, with only a few numbers: I saw him again today.

The more than 200 text messages were sent from a mobile phone number. Bo Wunian spent more than half an hour reading the more than 200 text messages one by one.

The oldest text message was sent to my phone ten years ago: I found him.

If someone else saw more than 200 text messages on the phone, he would definitely not be able to understand them, but he still understood them all in his late years.

The text messages on this mobile phone and the paintings discovered by Bo Muqing are all proof that Shen Chu loves him.

Bo held his cell phone in his twilight years, and his depressedness seemed to disappear all of a sudden. He could hear his heart beating.

Four years ago, he thought that the medicine was given to him by Chen Chu, so he always thought that Chen Chu was greedy for fame and fortune. After the divorce, he found that Chen Chu was also a victim that night. He married him just to like it.

Later, he discovered the painting and the comics on the Internet, and he realized that Chen Chu had loved him for so many years.

However, these were not as impact as the text messages he saw today.
Chapter completed!