The female supporting role is the ultimate boss

The old man froze for a moment, saw him, and smiled slightly.

"Xiaoqiu, I heard from Xiaoyun that you celebrate your birthday today, how is it? Is it hot?"

Old Man Qiu smiled with red eyes.

"It's lively, but it's lively. Many people come to beg for wine. Commander, I left you a jar of good wine. When our girl Li was born, the daughter Hong who was buried under the peach blossom tree was full of fifty or sixty jars." , when are you coming to drink?"

The old man smiled, "That's a good relationship. When these two children get married, the wedding wine will be made of daughter red."

"That is required."

Old man Qiu laughed, laughed and cried again.

Woo hoo like a child.

The old man looked at him and persuaded softly, "Look at you, you are almost becoming Grandpa Zeng, why are you still crying like a child?"

"I-I'm happy..."

Old Man Qiu wiped away the tears from his face and grinned.

The old man's face froze for a moment, and he covered his eyes for a second, "You old man, you haven't learned how to laugh, why did you learn how to laugh like that old man?"

"Who are you talking about? When I'm deaf, I can't hear you talking bad about me, can I?"

In the camera where the two looked at each other, a third person appeared.

Old Man Qiu stretched out his hand and pushed the old man's head away, "Hu, this is my commander, get out of here."

"What's yours, mine? This is the grandfather of my grandson and son-in-law! Then I'm also in-laws!" Old man Hu snorted.

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, the old man tried to persuade them, "Okay, okay, today is Xiaoqiu's birthday, Xiaohu, please don't say a few words."

Old man Hu snorted, but really closed his mouth.

"By the way, I asked Xiaoyun to bring you a gift from the past. Do you like it? I borrowed this painting after a lot of trouble. I will only show it to you for three months. After three months, I will return it. Yes, watch carefully."

Mr. Bo was muttering.

Mr. Qiu obediently listened to the training, and when Mr. Bo spoke, he took the painting from Bo Yunkuan's hand in a dizzy manner, "The commander knows me best. I have been thinking about this picture for many years, but I have never succeeded. Hehe..."

Mr. Bo just laughed.

The two chatted for a few more words, and it wasn't until the nurse urged Mr. Bo to get an injection to rest that Mr. Qiu reluctantly hung up the phone.

Those around who complained that it was a fake painting were all dumbfounded.

Everyone looked at the painting in Old Master Qiu's hands in disbelief.

Who can believe this?

What a painting!
Can someone actually lend the real painting out for viewing? !

And isn't Bo Yunqian an orphan without father or mother?
Isn't it a poor boy who is down and out? !
When will a grandfather who is a commander appear? !

what? !

Is this world fantasy?
Or were they blind and misheard?

Or were they deaf and misread?

No problem!

They clearly heard and saw it!

God!
They always thought that Bo Yunqian was a soft food, but what happened?
They are three generations of red!

Not only the third generation of red, but someone also found out that there is a second master in the Bo family in the capital, and his name is Bo Yunkuan!

Now, the banquet hall looks more like a frying pan.

Who doesn't know Second Master Bo, he is the elite among the elite who swept the business world at a young age and is invincible!

Not to mention, he also has a big brother who has been involved in politics.

The two brothers of the Bo family are bigwigs in both political and business circles!

say something bad;

All the individuals present knew that these two big shots were a height that they could never reach in their entire lives!
It is truly a boss-level existence that cannot be underestimated!
There was a lot of discussion in the banquet hall, and many people had smiling faces, wanting to say a few words to Bo Yunkuan;
Only Jiang Yutang poured down his head like a bucket of ice water;

His whole body was like falling into an ice cellar, his teeth chattered and rattled.

Wen Ruyu turned pale even more, and looked at the calm and calm Bo Yunkuan in shock and helplessness.

All I could think was, "It's over, it's over..."