After Bo Qing got into the car, he called Xi Jinyan. "Mr. Xi, I have a lot of things in the studio recently, so I plan to go back to the studio. If you have anything, you can call me at any time, and I will send you the three meals as usual."

After hearing Bo Qing's words, Xi Jinyan looked surprised, unhappy, awkward and angry at the bottom of his eyes. Finally, all his emotions were calm, his thin lips opened slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "whatever."

Thin tilt: "..."

Is this guy angry?

I don't know what to be angry about. She said to come to her whenever necessary. The three meals are as usual. What else is he angry about?

Is it hard to hope that she will always be there with him?

Can't she have some private space?

She's been sick again.

Thin inclined's face also sank down. He answered and hung up the phone directly.

Xi Jinyan over the phone: "

Bo Qing, you dare to hang up on me.

How brave.

Oh

Looking at the mobile phone in his hand again, Xi Jinyan's gloomy dripping vision became colder and silent, and dialed Bo Qing's phone number.

Bo Qing was speechless when he saw Xi Jinyan's call.

Don't tell him that she has something to do with the goods. In that case, she will really hate this sick girl.

After gritting his teeth, Bo Qing connected the phone and tried to make his voice sound the same as usual. "Hello, Mr. Xi, what's up?"

Xi Jinyan's cold voice was transmitted to Bo Qing's ear through his mobile phone. "Lawyer Bo, if I remember correctly, you haven't finished reviewing the company's accounts."

Thin tilt: "..."

She really wants to say, no, you remember wrong.

Xi Jinyan, you really didn't disappoint me. You really find something to do for me.

What the hell do you want me to do there?

Who can not order their own things and accompany you every day?

Besides, what do you always let me do with you?

Don't you... Don't you have a fiancee.

Find your fiancee to accompany you.

Bo Qing somehow felt sour in her heart. When she realized this emotion, she was startled.

She's so sour. What's the matter with lemonade?

Even if Xi Jinyan has 100 fiancees, he doesn't even have a relationship with her?

Thinking like this, Bo Qing's mood returned to normal. He silently cleared his throat and said, "why not, Mr. Xi, let Zhong Ming bring it to me."

Xi Jinyan's voice was cold again. "Do you think the company's accounts can be taken out at will?"

Thin tilted his lips. "Don't other companies often send accounts to accounting companies?"

Xi Jinyan slightly narrowed his deep eyes and burst out a dangerous breath, "do you think those companies can be compared with Xi?"

Thin tilt: "..."

Well, she's completely speechless.

"Mr. Xi, I'll go back right away."

"Dudu..." the phone was hung up directly.

Bo Qing kept the posture of answering the phone. He was stunned for a long time before he put down his cell phone. The unhappiness between his looks was already obvious.

Xi Jinyan, you are a psycho!

No, you were sent to torture me.

As a result, Bo Qing, who had just said he would go back to his studio to work, could only slip back to Xi's office with a box in his arms.

Zhong Ming: "

Huh?

What's going on?

"Hi, lawyer Bo, did you forget something?"