Downstairs of Bo's house, Xu Zhengan just took the co-pilot and received a call from Li Ma.
He didn't have to think about it, it was probably something related to Qin Songyao.
"Secretary Xu."
"Hey, you said."
Li's mother looked into the living room and was catching Qin Songyao raising her body and throwing chicken bones into the trash can in the distance. She also heard Qin Songyao say "Yes"!
She cleared her throat and said to Xu Zhengan: "Will the young master go home today?"
Xu Zhengan glanced back in the mirror, "I should go back, is there anything wrong with madam?"
In the back seat, Bo Siyan heard the keywords and his eyes moved away from the computer screen.
He closed the notebook, leaned back, his eyes darkened, and stared at the back of Xu Zhengan's head.
In Bo Mansion, Li Ma exaggerated: "Mrs. I'm not in a good state. I guess she missed the young master. Please choose a time to remind the young master. The wife has bought a lot of ingredients and is preparing to make seven or eight dishes at night."
When Xu Zhengan heard this, his eyes lit up.
"Okay, I'll tell Mr. Bo."
"Hey, please trouble Secretary Xu."
Li's mother hung up the phone, breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes rolled, she greeted the chef, and prepared a few dishes.
In the car, Xu Zhengan hung up the phone and felt that the back of his head was hot, and there must be a line of sight in the back seat that cannot be ignored.
He turned around, pushed his glasses, and said seriously: "Mr. Bo, my wife asked Li Mom to ask you what you want to eat at night."
A look of surprise flashed in Bo Siyan's eyes. He still remembered the tone of Qin Songyao's phone call with him, and it didn't seem like he would wait for him to come home for dinner.
This obviously kind-hearted behavior invisibly pleased him a little.
He had just finished the meeting, and there were silver-framed glasses on his nose. After a while, he took off his glasses first, and then he spoke slowly, "Whatever."
When Xu Zhengan saw this tone, he knew that he was happy.
He continued: "Madam has prepared more than a dozen dishes, which is quite hard. You haven't done it in the evening. Do you want to go back early?"
More than a dozen dishes?
Bo Siyan was a little unbelievable. It would be nice if Qin Songyao could take the initiative to show his goodwill, and he could also make a table of Manchu and Han banquets waiting for him.
I didn't want him to help if I had something to do, but I was a little unhappy when I thought about it this way.
But the depression in my chest was blocked for several days, and another emotion surged up. I always felt that it would be good to not worry about other things first, and it would be better to go back and see her.
As soon as the thought came out, all doubts were suppressed by the joy that was pleasing to the point.
"You make arrangements." He said lightly.
Xu Zhengan raised his eyebrows quietly and cheered in his heart.
OK, great.
It's finally clear.
If he could take a vacation this time, he would have to go to the temple and ask Mr. Bo and his wife for a job. If these two people continue to do this, he will sooner or later become old. If he has a child as soon as possible, he might be more stable.
The car was about to start, and he quickly said, "The jewelry has arrived, in the storage grid on your right."
Bo Siyan heard this and started it.
The quaint wooden box is neither big nor small.
He took it out and pushed open the lid, and a purple light overflowed.
The earrings had been repaired, and at first glance they could not even see the cracks. He picked them up, printed with sunlight, held the pendant with slender fingers, and took a closer look.
The fine cracks can still be seen in the sunlight.
His eyebrows slightly closed, a little unsatisfied.
Xu Zhengan said at the right time: "You can only do this. If you are not satisfied, you can find another set for your wife."