The evening that Bo Lao said was really late.

At about eleven o'clock, Bo Jinghan had just hung up Lu Yan's phone, and when he was looking down to sort out the messy various articles on the table, the mobile phone in his hand vibrated again.

Bo Junchen's cold but warm but inky photos flickered on the screen.

The bun jiàn belt he was holding in his hand slipped to the ground.

Because I haven't had time to seal it, a few pieces of light, very old paper came out of the mouth of the text.

At the top is a dense string of handwritten floral letters.

There are only two Chinese characters, which are circled and stand out very eye-catchingly.

- Sheng Qing!

Bo Jinghan hurriedly squatted down and picked up the bag and sealed the line.

And quickly pulled out a few copies of the confidential documents from the dense pile of texts on the table, opened the safe hidden in the bookcase behind him, and put the texts in and put them away.

That's when the call was answered.

Exhale, breathe.

The sound of low, subtle breathing comes from the earpiece into the ear.

Bo Jinghan didn't speak, and the person on the other end of the phone didn't speak.

The two were in a stalemate for about a minute, and at that end, the deep and elegant voice slowly turned into one note after another, gently knocking on Bo Jinghan's eardrum, triggering a series of keen auditory nerves, which were transmitted to the cranial nerve center.

"Hanhan, I'm back!"

After a pause, the man said directly at the same speed and tone as before: "I'm outside the door, accompany me out to blow the wind." ”

Hearing this, Bo Jinghan, who had been silent, only said one word, "Okay." ”

……

The headlights outside the main house are lit up when Bo Jinghan goes out.

At the foot of the stairs, Bo Junchen's low-key and luxurious driver's seat stopped there.

Seeing her appear, he opened the door.

The night and the lights were intertwined, and Bo Junchen, who was bypassing the car, stood in the night, opened the door of the passenger seat, and gestured to Bo Jinghan, who was dressed simply under the light.

"Come here, get in the car."

Two simple words, like instructions set by a program.

It sounds calm, but there is a faint strength that cannot be disobeyed.

Bo Jinghan looked at him, his face was unwavering.

Half a second later, she looked at the driver's seat behind him, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, raised her eyebrows, didn't say anything, and got into the car.

Sit down and buckle up.

Bo Jinghan is like a machine who executes orders, does not fight, does not ask questions, does not speak, let alone question him. He just did familiar things step by step, and didn't say a word until he drove away from the manor.

Bo Junchen, too.

The night was silent.

On the road outside the manor, there was little sound except for the occasional car passing by.

Bo Jinghan lowered the temperature of the air conditioner in the car, tilted his face, and looked at the shadows of the receding trees outside the window, and the dark streamlines drawn in his eyes.

Suddenly, they found that there was a champagne-colored car, which suddenly appeared in the night, as if it was chasing their car, slowly approaching the car.

And Bo Junchen stepped on the accelerator without hurry.

The two cars raced along the wide, silent road, like two beasts of astonishing speed, chasing each other closely.

Who's this?

Bo Jinghan squinted his eyes and looked at the rearview mirror, his heart was already full of questions and could not be calm, but at this moment, more than one question sprung up.

But Bo Junchen has always been calm and calm.

It's as calm as the car chasing him is a friend he has made an appointment with in a traffic jam!

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