Since Yan Shuhe passed away, Old Lady Bo’s birthday party has never been held. It has been more than ten years, and this is the first time.
Qin Songyao sat in the car and watched the people walking outside, all of whom were leaders in various industries, including whites and blacks.
At first glance, she had the illusion of coming from all directions.
The car stopped in front of the main house, and she got off with Bo Siyan.
His eyes flashed and he suddenly faced a wall of camera.
She was stunned for a moment, and her apnea paused for a moment. Suddenly, she stretched out her hand, walked around the back of her head, covered most of her face, and took her over and pressed her in her arms.
A faint fragrance penetrated into his breath and his forehead touched his chin.
The next second, the flash lights light up in pieces.
Qin Songyao's body stiffened.
There is media in the park, she didn't expect it before.
Bo Siyan didn't notice her strangeness. She had never shown her face in front of the media in the past few years. When he saw the camera sweeping over, he subconsciously stretched out his hand.
He raised his eyes and looked coldly at the direction where the reporters gathered together.
At the door, a group of reporters took photos instinctively, and suddenly he stared at each other and looked at each other.
"Watch the banquet."
Bo Siyan called out, Wenyan walked out and headed towards the reporter.
The reporter who was originally squatting was so scared that he quickly stood up and retreated collectively!
Qin Songyao could not see anything beside him. The camera felt numb all over his body when it came in, and it didn't last long.
Her breathing fell between the man's neck, obviously rapid.
Bo Siyan then lowered his head, looked at her pale side face, and couldn't help frowning, "Even flash lights are afraid, just such a little bit of courage, do you still want to make a fuss?"
Qin Songyao finally calmed down when he heard the sound.
He raised his eyes slightly and looked at him, his eyes were full of crystal clearness.
Bo Siyan was surprised.
Scared to tears?
He looked unwilling and took a look at the reporter.
Reporter:!!!
Danger!
Feeling dead.
Qin Songyao sniffed and prepared to retreat.
Suddenly, there was a voice behind.
"Oh, this is still at the door. You two have a great relationship."
Bo Siyan glanced at the person in his arms, and the woman turned around and rubbed her eyes, leaving his arms.
The two of them looked back at the same time, and the man who was talking was about a noble lady, and the man around them was about forty.
Qin Songyao knew that the man was Bo Siyan's cousin, Bo Jinzhe, next to him was his wife Wan Qiao. The couple has been abroad for many years and is in charge of the overseas electronics business of the Bo Group, and their power cannot be underestimated.
Unlike the "old-in-law" group of Bo's family in the imperial capital, Bo Jinzhe and his wife are real power factions, and Bo Siyan is a new young master, so they cannot gain a fortune in front of such elders.
"Uncle Six." Bo Siyan spoke actively.
Bo Jinzhe nodded and always admired him.
Qin Songyao responded to the woman, saying, "Auntie is getting younger and younger. If I hadn't met her at home, I wouldn't have recognized her."
The woman covered her mouth and laughed, went up to hold her arm, and was about to speak, when she caught a glimpse of her face.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Qin Songyao touched his face, his eyes flashed, and he showed a little embarrassed.
"No, it's just... I'm not sleeping well recently."
"Don't sleep well?" Wan Qiao was surprised. She thought about it, looked at her expression and whispered: "Are you pregnant?"
Before Qin Songyao could speak, Bo Siyan had heard it beside him.
His eyes drifted over with a cold look.
Qin Songyao's face showed an unnatural red color, and he said for a long time: "...no."