Madam wants a divorce, paranoid Mr. Bo turns into a loyal dog in seconds

The other party chuckled, "Although the Fu Group is about to close down, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. I think we should give them a way to survive. After all..."

Bo Simu narrowed his eyes, waiting for the other party's next words.

"After all, Mr. Fu and your grandpa have a very good relationship."

Bo Simu frowned slightly, "So?"

"I suggest that you buy the Fu Group and give it to Mr. Fu as a birthday gift. Maybe he will think of our old friendship and help you a little bit."

Bo Simu raised his lips and sarcastically said, "What's going on with the Fu family now? Do you need me to remind you?"

The other party paused and sighed, "Bo Simu, the Fu family's current situation is inseparable from Fu Zhengguo. I think..."

"That's enough." Bo Simu interrupted him coldly, "I have my own sense of propriety, I don't need you to teach me."

"Okay." The other party shrugged and said in a helpless tone, "Anyway, I'm trying to persuade you with good intentions. If you don't want to be overthrown, I'll just pretend I never said that."

After saying that, the other party hung up the phone.

Bo Simu stared at the phone for a moment, then pressed another number.

The call was quickly connected, and a familiar low-alcohol voice came, "Mr. Bo?"

"What are you busy with recently?" Bo Simu asked.

After Lu Zhiang was silent for a moment, he replied: "There are some trivial things, there is no need to tell you."

Bo Simu twitched her lips coldly, "I'm taking care of the company's wallet for you."

Hearing this, Lu Zhiang pondered for a moment, "Yes, I understand. But don't worry, Mr. Bo, I promise to pay you the money on time every month."

Bo Simu sneered, "Your money is not enough for me to stuff between my teeth."

Lu Zhiang was not angry and said calmly, "Mr. Bo, I'm serious. Don't make fun of me."

Bo Simu sneered, "I'm serious too. If you dare to mess with the relationship between men and women, I will bankrupt you."

After saying that, he stopped talking to Lu Zhiang and hung up the phone.

Lu Zhiang was stunned for half a second, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a shallow arc.

After Bo Simu hung up the phone, he walked to the desk and sat down.

He took out the pen from the inner pocket of his suit and rotated the pen cap with his slender fingers. Bo Simu raised his head, his black pupils staring ahead quietly.

A certain face appeared in my mind, and the clear black and white eyes seemed to contain starlight, dazzling and dazzling, but hiding a sense of alienation and distance.

Thinking of this, Bo Simu's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance.

The image of being drunk last night and pressing Ruan Ruan on the bed emerged uncontrollably in his mind.

The man's body was tense and his breathing became increasingly disordered.

Bo Simu pinched the bridge of his nose, gathered his thoughts irritably, and lowered his head to flip through the documents.

A pleasant cell phone ringtone suddenly rang.

Bo Simu glanced at the screen and immediately answered the phone, "Auntie."

On the other end of the phone, Lin Shuya's voice was filled with relief, "Simu, are you free to go home recently?"

Bo Simu was silent, his handsome face had a cold expression, and he pursed his thin lips.

On the other end of the phone, Lin Shuya keenly sensed something was wrong and quickly asked: "What's wrong?"

Bo Simu pursed her lips and said nothing. After a moment, she said in a low voice, "I'll go back this weekend."

Lin Shuya was surprised, "So fast?"

Bo Simu was silent for a few seconds and then said, "Yeah."

After hanging up the phone, Bo Simu put the pen on his desk, rubbed his forehead, stood up and walked out.

"Mr. Bo." At the door of the secretary's office, the secretary called him respectfully and pointed to the president's exclusive elevator, "Your car has been waiting downstairs for a long time."

Bo Simu walked towards the elevator and took the elevator to the first floor.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, assistant Song Zhe greeted him, "Mr. Bo."

"Yeah." Bo Simu nodded lightly, walked around him and continued to walk to the door.

The assistant followed him and suddenly said: "Mr. Bo, where are you going? Can I see you off?"

Bo Simu didn't stop, "No need."

After saying that, he walked straight to the sports car, opened the door and got in.

As the car entered the city, Bo Simu sat in the driver's seat, holding his forehead with one hand and closing his eyes tiredly.

The red light not far away turned on. Bo Simu turned his head and glanced, seeing a drugstore on the roadside, a deep look flashed in his eyes.

He put down the bezel, took out his mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers. Within two seconds, the other party connected.

"Hello." A voice as clear and sweet as an oriole came.

Bo Simu curled her lips slightly and was silent for two or three seconds before speaking: "I have something to ask you, is that okay?"

"..." Ruan Yan was stunned on the other end of the phone, obviously not expecting Bo Simu to ask her to dinner.

After a pause, Ruan Yan came to her senses and replied softly: "Okay."

Bo Simu hummed, "I'll be there in fifteen minutes. You'll be waiting for me at the door of the restaurant then."

"Yes." Ruan Yan replied softly, and then asked, "Are you free today? Can we talk?"

"Okay." Bo Simu replied succinctly.

After hanging up the phone, Ruan Yan leaned back in her chair, frowning slightly, and her eyes were a little confused.

Why did Bo Simu take the initiative to contact her?

Also ask yourself out to meet?

Isn't he afraid that Ruan Ruan will know?

No matter what, she must hold on to Bo Simu. As long as Bo Simu marries her, her child will be the legitimate heir to the Bo family.

And she is the only mistress of the Bo family.

Half an hour later, Ruan Yan rushed to the cafe she had agreed with Bo Simu. As soon as she stepped into the door of the cafe, she was recognized by the sharp-eyed waiter. The waiter warmly welcomed Ruan Yan to sit down, then diligently handed her the recipe and asked if she needed it. Help with ordering.

Ruan Yan politely declined the waiter's kindness, and then sat quietly in her seat, waiting for Bo Simu to arrive.

After waiting for about five minutes, Ruan Yan finally waited until Bo Simu appeared.

Bo Simu wore a pure black hand-tailored suit, with two buttons unbuttoned at the collar of the shirt, revealing his strong chest. He looked dashing and handsome.

Bo Simu walked into the cafe, scanned around and found Ruan Yan sitting by the window, and then strode towards her.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." Bo Simu opened the chair for Ruan Yan in a gentlemanly manner. When she sat down, he also sat down.

Ruan Yan smiled gently, shook her head and said, "It doesn't matter."

The waiter quickly brought two cups of coffee.

Ruan Yan picked up the water glass in front of her, took a sip, raised her head, and stared at Bo Simu with a smile on her face.

Bo Simu lowered his eyes, slowly stirring the coffee in the cup, and at the same time paying attention to Ruan Yan's behavior with his peripheral vision.

"You..." Ruan Yan hesitated.

"What?" Bo Simu raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, his deep ink eyes filled with inquiry.

"It's nothing, I just want to say... thank you." Ruan Yan smiled and whispered softly.

Bo Simu narrowed his eyes and stared at Ruan Yan, but did not speak immediately.

There was a brief awkwardness between the two.

Ruan Yan bit her lip and seemed a little confused, "Why did you come to me?"