After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Drop this sentence.

He turned around and left without looking back.

Meteor took long strides without any pause.

Nanchu leaned there and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. His tense body relaxed, but his eyes slowly became moist and hot.

She sniffed, picked up her phone, and called the old man.

"Grandpa, everything is settled and the child is fine."

The old man responded calmly, seemingly satisfied, and said: "The TV stations in Zhou City have little chance of development. After you give birth, if necessary, I can arrange for you to go to satellite TV stations in other provincial capital cities."

"Thank you, grandpa, but no need. For the work of Zhoushi TV station... I also want to say thank you."

At first, she thought that because of her good resume, Zhoushi TV station hired her even though she was pregnant.

But then she actually went in and found that the leader was extremely tolerant of her, even as if she were offering sacrifices to her ancestors. She noticed something strange and heard some comments in the tea room, and she naturally understood.

Mr. Lu didn't say anything else, he just said: "Peace and raise the baby."

……

Three days later, the imperial capital.

Bo Hanshi received a phone call at night.

The call from Lu Zhilu didn't include any prelude, just four words: "Come out for a drink."

At this moment, Qiao Yu was still awake, sitting in front of the makeup mirror in her pajamas, applying skin care products.

Bo Hanshi frowned slightly: "Now?"

He looked at the time and saw it was almost twelve o'clock.

Lu Zhilu was in a bad mood, and his tone was very gloomy: "Your brother and I will be exiled for several months soon. Isn't it too much for you to forget about your friends for a while?"

Bo Hanshi smiled and scolded: "I've convinced you, just wait."

Lu Zhilu was very unhappy, "Why? Are you still reporting to Qiao Yu? When did you become so cowardly?"

"Coward your dad."

Qiao Yu didn't look back, only heard him curse and asked, "Who are you scolding?"

"Who else could it be besides Lu Laogou?"

After he hung up the phone, he walked to Qiao Yu, bent down and put his arm around her waist, rubbing her waist.

"This guy is leaving in a few days. I'll go over and see him off tonight. You go to bed first, don't wait for me."

Qiao Yu was very generous. He nodded and said, "If you have a bad stomach, drink less."

"Mrs. Bo will still feel sorry for me."

……

The port never sleeps.

When Lu Zhilu was halfway through drinking, Bo Hanshi arrived late.

As soon as he sat down, Lu Zhilu glanced at him: "What about your resolute speed? It wasn't like this before."

Bo Hanshi ordered a cocktail with a low alcohol content, and said in a calm and leisurely voice: "You have a family, so you always have to coax your wife before you go out for a drink. Don't go back and make trouble with me."

What he said was too everyday and too natural.

Lu Zhilu believed him, "When did Qiao Yu do this?"

Bo Hanshi: "Of course people only want to be with me."

"Hey, Young Master, no, you've already come out to drink with me, and you just ordered this thing?"

What kind of wine is a cocktail?

To tease him?

Bo Hanshi took a sip from the wine glass and glanced at him: "It's good to go out and drink with you. Don't be picky."

Lu Zhilu finally figured it out, "Qiao Yu also stipulates how much alcohol you drink? Boss, I really feel sorry for you. Your life is so miserable after getting married."

Bo Han smiled angrily, "I have a bad stomach."

That's right. When he was first released from prison, he drank a high degree of alcohol every three days and worked like a working machine. He had already eaten up his stomach.

It was much worse than him during the cold period.

Lu Zhilu suddenly felt a little more at ease. He suddenly asked, "How did you feel when Qiao Yu had the miscarriage?"