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

After doing some blood tests and waiting for the results, Xie Jun put a fever-reducing patch on Xiao Junxing. Seeing that Qiao Yu was accompanied by only a nanny, he asked, "Where is Bo Hanshi? Why didn't he come with you?"

Qiao Yu looked at the child's sad face and felt so distressed that his eyes became a little hot.

"He has something to do and may still be busy. I just asked the nanny to call him, but the line was busy. But if it's not a big problem, he doesn't have to come here specially. He can go back after the baby's fever goes down and there's nothing serious."

Xie Jun didn't dare to say much, nor did he want to scare Qiao Yu, so he just said, "I have an emergency reception over there, you wait here for a while, and if you have any questions, come and see me directly."

"Okay, trouble."

She looked at Xiao Junxing in her arms. His face was burning red and white, and he looked extremely pitiful. Fortunately, the fever had subsided a little and his forehead was not so hot anymore.

But he had nosebleeds from time to time, and it looked a little serious.

Qiao Yu couldn't help but feel flustered. Holding the child in her arms, she asked the nanny again, "Has the master's phone call not been connected yet?"

"He's been on the phone the whole time. Could he be handling official business?"

At this point, it is evening in the capital and morning in New York, which is the opening time of the New York Stock Exchange.

Qiao Yu learned from the hot searches tonight that SY transferred a huge sum of money overseas in the afternoon, a total of 800 billion US dollars, and repaid three months of US dollar debt in advance with principal and interest. The news was released immediately, but the way of self-proving still seemed not innocent enough, so it could only temporarily reduce the stampede and escape.

Tonight, their senior executives are most likely too busy to go home and rest, and may contact major banks for large-scale and emergency cash flow support.

It's normal that Bo Hanshi's phone is busy at this moment.

The nanny asked, "Madam, do you want to make a few more phone calls?"

Qiao Yu sighed: "Don't bother him for now, let's wait and see the results of the examination."

Just as she was leaning back in her seat holding her child and feeling a little tired, a somewhat shrill female voice passed by her ears.

"Hey, isn't this Yu Yu? Why are you sitting here alone with your child? Doesn't Mr. Bo love you very much? How could he bear to let you come to the doctor alone with your child? Or is your child not Mr. Bo's at all?"

Qiao Yu raised his eyes and looked.

It was Zhou Miao. She was also holding a child in her arms and seemed to be here to see a doctor.

Qiao Yu raised the corners of his lips and said sarcastically, "If you are sick, go see a doctor instead of fanning the flames here. Go away now. I am not in the mood to talk to you today."

But Zhou Miao has always been ungrateful, especially when she saw Qiao Yu looking so depressed, how could she miss the opportunity to show off.

She glanced at the child in Qiao Yu's arms and smiled, "The child looks sick, as if he is about to die. Is he seriously ill? Even his crying is not so loud. Do you think you can still rely on your son to gain fame after your son dies? My son looks much healthier than your son. I wonder if President Bo will..."

She hadn't finished her vicious words yet.

Qiao Yu's eyes had completely frozen, as if they were frozen: "What did you say?"

The child in Zhou Miao's arms looked a few months older than Xiao Junxing. He was full of energy and was smiling at Qiao Yu.

The child was innocent, but Zhou Miao was so vicious that even the child's smile was irritating.

Zhou Miao said, "I say, your son looks like he has a serious illness. Even if Mr. Bo likes your child more, he looks so sick. Can he survive? He is not as easy to raise as our Kang Kang. Kang Kang, you are the first brother to meet your younger brother. Come, say hello to your younger brother."

Qiao Yu handed Bo Junxing in his arms to the nanny beside him.

She slowly stood up and stared at Zhou Miao with a cold smile, her eyes seemed to carry a cold blade: "Who did you say looked like he was about to die?"

It was the first time Zhou Miao saw Qiao Yu with this expression.

In her impression, Qiao Yu has always been cold and indifferent, as if nothing she did could stir up her real emotions. She looked aloof and superior, and never took her seriously, and it had been like this since college.

But now, Qiao Yu seemed to be really irritated by her, and his eyes were cold and red as he stared at her.

She felt a little scared, but also excited: "Of course it's your son, he looks..."

Qiao Yu grabbed her hair, pulling it tightly with his finger bones, causing Zhou Miao's scalp to sting and she screamed.

"Qiao Yu, what are you doing!"

"Zhou Miao, it's okay for you to provoke me, but you cursed my child so viciously. If anything really happened to my child, I would not let you off easily! You'd better pray that my child is okay!"

The last sentence was almost a warning through gritted teeth.

Qiao Yu's angry look at this moment is much more interesting than usual.

Zhou Miao laughed: "Finally you stopped pretending. Has President Bo ever seen you like this? I am vicious, but how much better are you than me? Qiao Yu, has President Bo ever seen you so twisted? In front of him, you always pretend to be so gentle. Only I know your true face!"

Qiao Yu stared at her with red eyes, and then smiled softly, the smile was cold to the bone: "Since you said so, then I will show you how vicious I am."

Bo Junxing, who was standing by, started crying.

She didn't bother to teach Zhou Miao a lesson, and pushed her away: "Get out! Don't f*cking seek death!"

When Qiao Yu held the child back in her arms, her heart seemed to be pinched hard and her eyes softened completely.

The air here is too polluted.

After Qiao Yu picked up the test result sheet from the self-service machine, he took his child and the nanny to find Xie Jun.

As it passed directly past Zhou Miao.

Zhou Miao stared at her back and said provocatively, "I hope your sickly son can grow up safely. After all, he and my child are half brothers from the same father."

Qiao Yu didn't turn around, but curled his lips silently, and said in a cold and stern voice: "Our little Junxing only has one biological sister, where did his brother come from? Stop making random claims of relatives!"

"Also, you'd better pray in your heart that my child is okay. If my child is really in trouble, I will blame you for everything! I will settle all the old and new accounts at once!"

Zhou Miao's heart skipped a beat and she felt a little scared.

But she was very scared, and she comforted herself, what could Qiao Yu do to her? She even gave birth to Kang Kang, if Qiao Yu's son was really a sickly child, would Mr. Bo still not want her son?

The heir to such a large conglomerate can't be a dying sickly person, right?

Thinking of this, Zhou Miao cursed the child in her heart even more viciously, and teased her son in her arms, saying, "Kang Kang, your little brother may be dying. He just had a lot of nosebleeds. Without that child and that woman, we will be taken home by our father soon! From now on, the whole SY is yours. Are you happy?"

Over here, in Xie Jun’s office.

Xie Jun looked at the blood test report and his face was a little gloomy: "Why is the white blood cell count so high..."

Qiao Yu became even more anxious when he heard this: "What should we do? He just felt uncomfortable and was crying. Is there any way to make him feel better?"

As he spoke the last part, Qiao Yu's voice began to tear up.

Xie Jun quickly comforted her: "Yu Yu, don't panic. We may need further examination."

Qiao Yu was so anxious that tears rolled down her cheeks. "Do we need to continue the examination? What happened to Xiao Junxing? Isn't he just having a common fever? Why is he constantly bleeding from the nose... Doctor Xie... Is he really..."

The more I thought about it, the more I became afraid.

Zhou Miao's harsh and vicious curses kept ringing in her ears like a curse: "Your son looks like he's dying. Can he still survive?"

Qiao Yu held the child in his arms, and for some reason, a terrible murderous intent suddenly arose in his heart.