Mrs. Bo always runs away with her son

Sensing keenly that the topic of conversation was out of her control, the woman frowned and scolded in a low voice: "These are none of your business, nor should you consider them!"

"Okay!" Facing the woman's vicious words, Bao Siqi was not annoyed, and nodded with a smile: "You can do whatever you say, as long as it can protect my interests!"

While the two were talking, there was a "click" sound from the window. The two immediately became vigilant and looked at each other. The woman gave him a resentful look.

It's all a good thing you did!Didn't you say it's all right?
She stood up quickly and tentatively moved towards the window. Just as she was about to get close to the window, a black mass suddenly jumped in from the window, and she subconsciously stepped back halfway.

"Meow~"

The sound came from the dark mass on the ground.

It turned out to be a cat!
"Hahaha!"

Bao Siqi was the first to laugh, "Don't be nervous, it can't understand what people say!"

The woman's face was extremely ugly, she glanced at the window, and stared at the little thing on the ground unwillingly, resenting it for making her lose her sense of proportion, just about to bend down to grab the dirty little thing and throw it out, But Bao Siqi stopped him.

"Don't touch it!"

Bao Siqi picked up the little thing and put it into his arms like a baby. While stroking and comforting him, he said, "I raised it since childhood. It's very good, but it's a little naughty!"

Looking at the dirty cat and its owner, the woman felt her scalp tingle, but after all, it was someone else's territory, and she was not easy to get angry, so she could only pretend that she didn't see it and continue the conversation between the two.

Outside the window shrouded in night, a thin figure crouches quietly under the window, with a small black box in its mouth, with both hands propped on the window sill, one foot resting on the air conditioner, and the other hanging in the air.

It wasn't until she heard that the conversation started again in the room, she took a breath she was trying to hold back, and then slowly let out, her chest heaved violently a few times, and then she carefully adjusted her posture so that she wouldn't feel so uncomfortable.

Stepping on the wall to support the body with suspended feet, freeing one hand, taking out the small box from his mouth, moving it a little, the paper can be placed in the shadow of the window.

When the topic in the study was over, the black shadow quietly disappeared from the window, and finally Wen Wen landed on the ground, looked around, and quickly disappeared into the night.

"It's getting late, I should go."

The woman stood up and walked towards the door. Bao Siqi turned to her back and said, "Shall I see you off?"

The question was a question, but she didn't mean to stand up at all. The woman sneered contemptuously, holding the doorknob, and turned to look at him: "Mr. Bo, don't you really think about that woman?" ?”

"You've asked me so many times!" Bao Siqi had already taken out his phone and started playing games, and he responded impatiently: "I don't have any thoughts about her, no!"

Seeing Bao Siqi's tired face, the woman hesitated to speak, moved the corner of her mouth, and added the last sentence when she opened the door.

"I've reminded you many times. Anyway, that woman is far from being as simple as you make it out to be. Take care of yourself!"

When the woman left, Bao Siqi's playful smile gradually turned cold. He turned off the game program that was still running, and the room returned to silence. He looked down at the little black cat in his arms, his eyes darkened a little, and then Putting it on the ground gently, got up and walked out.

Standing in front of a closed door, Bao Siqi reached out and knocked lightly. There was no movement for a while. He turned the handle and pushed the door open. The light from the corridor poured in from the door. A thin figure lay with his back facing him. , the body undulated slowly and regularly, and seemed to be in a deep sleep.

He took a deep look at the figure on the bed, and tiptoedly closed the door.

As the door was finally closed tightly, the room fell into darkness again, and the person lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

Fang Jianning listened to the movement outside the door with bated breath, until she confirmed that the other party's footsteps had gone away, then she lifted the quilt and sat up slowly.

The memory goes back to the moment when she drank the milk:
With a different experience than normal people, how could she not know that there was something wrong with the milk, she knew it the moment it entered the mouth, so, after Bao Siqi left, she rushed into the bathroom immediately, clasped her throat with her fingers, and put the milk just He vomited up all the milk he drank, changed into a set of clothes for walking, and went out with the small box he had prepared in advance.

Withdrawing from the memory, Fang Jianning took out the small black box from under the pillow, took a deep look at it, and held it in the palm of his hand again.

"President Bo..."

Bo's top floor, the president's office.

Jiang Cong rushed in with a stack of folders in his hands, his expression flustered, and even his voice trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Bao Siheng immediately turned off the video conference he was connecting with and looked up at him.

He knew that Jiang Cong was a stable person, and he would suddenly become like this. There is only one possibility...

"problem occurs!"

Jiang Cong directly stated his prediction, and Bao Siheng suddenly stood up.

"President Bo, these... and these..."

Jiang Cong quickly put the folders in his hand on the table, and while picking and sorting quickly, he said in a hurry: "This is a breach of contract by several suppliers. The delivery is completed within the time limit, and liquidated damages can be paid!"

Bao Siheng picked up a contract and glanced at it, his face suddenly changed: "Is it the ship business?"

The ship business under Bo's name has always been a key part of the group's profits. It is exclusively for the private customization of world-class rich people. Every contract involves many interested parties, and there is no room for any difference. It has always been relatively stable. This is This is the first time this has happened.

"No!" Bo Siheng directly threw the contract on the table, very annoyed: "We disagree, no matter what the reason is, let them find a way to complete the delivery on time!"

Jiang Cong shook his head, with a troubled expression on his face: "We've already talked about it, but it still doesn't work..."

"What about other alternative companies?"

Jiang Cong looked up at him, with a look of despair on his face: "I also contacted, but the feedback they gave was that the order has been saturated, and they really can't take our order anymore..."

"It's all excuses!"

Bao Siheng slammed his fist on the table, furious.

"Who says it's not..." Jiang Cong returned the other folders, carefully observed the expression on Bao Siheng's face, and tentatively said, "There are more difficult ones. An order cancellation notice from an old customer..."

Bao Siheng was stunned for a moment, then quickly picked it up to look at it, and frowned immediately. It was the cancellation notice of mahogany furniture from several major customers in Canada. Furniture export trade has always been a key industry of the Bo Group, since the old man was young. A complete industrial chain has been formed. The customers are several well-known furniture retail giants in Canada, and they have always cooperated very well.

"Their orders are stable every year. What's going on this time?"

Jiang Cong sighed, "The argument given there is that due to the impact of the international economy, their entire sales share has plummeted, and they are temporarily unable to undertake such a large order, so..."