Old Master Bo frowned, raising his voice, "Still not giving up? That girl has already found soone else, yet you refuse to let go! Ate so kind of love potion?"
Mrs. Bo had long disliked that woman, and now that the highest authority didn’t support her, she naturally seized the opportunity, quickly advising, "Little Mo, that woman doesn’t look like anything good, with such a wild heart, flirting here and there, and in the future, she’ll..."
"Shut up."
Bo Yimo’s voice was icy cold. In the light, his exquisite features were shrouded in shadow, misty and obscure, making it hard to read.
Mrs. Bo fell silent imdiately; she was still apprehensive of her younger son.
"Mother, please choose your words carefully," Bo Yimo cast an emotionless glance at her, then turned to Old Master Bo, "Grandfather, please trust my judgnt."
Old Master Bo snorted lightly, "So many rumors every day, is this your judgnt?" Unlike Little Mo, who doesn’t even have a single rumor!
Obviously, Old Master Bo didn’t consider that with the resources of the Bo Family, who would dare to spread stories? They weren’t recklessly risking their lives, or did they not want their business to continue?
Moreover, celebrities with popularity are always accompanied by various exposures and scandals, which is normal.
"Grandfather, how do you know?" Bo Yimo chuckled softly.
If he wasn’t paying attention, how would he know these things?
Old Master Bo was montarily speechless, finally saying in anger and embarrassnt, "Isn’t it because there are too many scandals, broadcast on TV every day, can’t avoid watching even if I don’t want to!"
Right, that’s it, it’s not like he was paying attention every day!
Standing not far away, the old butler remained expressionless, Old Master, your response ti is getting faster, your improvisation without a draft is getting more skilled, truly impressive!
Still, who else, whenever seeing news about Miss Tong, would stop to watch, muttering repeatedly about how she’s being maligned, being maligned again.
Indeed, even at his age, Old Master Bo was on the cutting edge of fashion, effortlessly using trendy terms.
"Is that so..." Bo Yimo’s lips curved, a slight smile, his eyes filled with evident amusent, his entire deanor softened, "Grandfather, I can’t live without her, what can I do?"
Although this was phrased as a question, anyone could see the assertiveness in the words.
It’s clear he can’t live without her, what else is there to do?
Is he forcing him to make a statent?
Old Master Bo choked, unable to speak.
Seeing this, Mrs. Bo reproached, "Little Mo, your grandfather isn’t in good health, don’t upset him."
"Only the good die young," Bo Yimo said lightly, "Grandfather, you’ll live a long life."
Old Master Bo: ...
Is this really his grandson? Could he have been picked up?
Old Master Bo sighed, "Sisi will be back soon, you figure it out."
Bo Si, the daughter of Old Master Bo’s adjutant, would not have survived back then if it weren’t for the adjutant taking a bullet for him. At the ti, the adjutant’s wife was pregnant, and upon hearing the news, went into labor; the child was born, but the adjutant’s wife still died.
Seeing this, Old Master Bo brought her to be raised by his side. Since she was born prematurely, her health had always been poor, so she was sent to Northern Europe for recovery.
Bo Si, which sounds the sa as Bo Si, shows how much the Bo Family values her.
Old Master Bo gazed into the distance, his voice distant yet solemn, "Do whatever you want, but just this one thing, don’t bully Sisi, the Bo Family owes them two lives!"
By the end, his expression was as serious as could be.
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