Chapter 119 My name is Bo Yanqing and I call Uncle San

He has time than patience.

Jiang Mingde was in mind and soon got at a disadvantage, but he couldn't help but said in a tough voice: "I heard from Mr. Lai of Shenghua that you had a cooperation project with Bo a few days ago. Have you seen Bo in the same bureau with Bo Sanye?"

Han Qi raised his eyebrows clearly, "Want to cling to Bo?"

"What clinging!"

Jiang Mingde nodded, "After all, our two families have a cooperative relationship. If you have time to meet Mr. Bo, you know that Jiang's family has some difficulties recently."

"You have trouble. If you don't look for me, you want to ask for an outsider?" Han Qi asked casually.

Jiang Mingde subconsciously glanced at him, and there was no strangeness on the face that never forgets everything, but he felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart.

It was really aggrieved to be stepped on by my son.

"you busy."

"ha……"

Han Qi laughed, his laughter flutteringly, and only passed by his lips and then disappeared.

"Master Bo San doesn't have the time to let you lick it. I can cooperate with him, but I called him "Uncle San" in public."

"What are you?"

Jiang Mingde was angry, "Your original surname is Jiang. If you want to change your mother's surname, I won't stop you, but you are still using the face of the Jiang family outside. How can you call an outsider uncle?"

"What's wrong? You still ask me to come here. I want to have a relationship with Bo Yanqing. I call him Uncle Third, what do you have to call me?"

Han Qi asked and answered himself, and his joking voice contained a bit of sarcasm: "I have to pretend to be a grandson in front of me, so don't I call Bo Yanqing the ancestor?"

"Han Qi! I am your father, you just disrespect me so much?!"

"You are no longer the Jiang Mingde of the past. Now the Jiang family has to live a life by looking at my face. I usually let you go, but don't dance to me. I'll make me angry. There is no house. I'll ruin your shaky Po Jiang family overnight!"

Han Qi stood up and smashed the fruit plate at Jiang Xiangyue's feet, and his gloomy eyes swept across the faces of the three of them one by one.

Full of warning.

When he left, he returned to his usual dandy smile.

The housekeeper blocked the door and wanted to stop someone, "Young master, sir, have a heart disease, you are so angry with him..."

"roll."

Han Qi smiled and scolded people, which was always more terrifying than speaking harshly.

Jiang Mingde collapsed on the chair in anger, covering his heart and unable to exhale. His face turned red, his eyes turned pale, and he shouted and cursed: "This evil son, evil son! I should strangle him to death when he was born!"

Liu quickly asked the servant to get the medicine. She looked at Jiang Xiangyue who was so scared that she was sitting on the ground. She had no time to care. She gritted her teeth and helped Jiang Mingde into the room first.

The night is like water, and the chill gradually gathers.

Han Qi drove a convertible, and the wind from all directions poured in. He hurriedly drilled back his sunglasses. His eyes were as cold as a lone wolf behind the lens.

If it weren't for the way to make friends with the Bo family, Jiang Mingde wouldn't have made any decisions on him.

He kept Jiang's family, but in fact he had already laid half of Jiang's blood. Jiang Mingde has been struggling for many years, gritting his teeth and not speaking to Han Qi. This is the first time he actually wants to make friends with others through him, and what about?

Turn around to deal with him?

Oh.

How could Bo Yanqing easily mess with a bunch of short-sighted things?

Han Qi drove aimlessly, and the speed slowed down. He saw a slender figure standing on the side of the road, standing on the bus stop, his body was shining thinly by the cold lights above his head.

Nan Jiaojiao.
Chapter completed!