"Oh... your people?"
Han Ruiyan sneered when he heard this.
"Bo Yuntian, have you asked Dr. Liao for his opinion? Dr. Liao, I just need a private doctor by my side. Would you like to think about it? It must be very tiring to work for an arrogant and bad-tempered person like Bo Yuntian. ?”
Bo Yuntian narrowed his eyes dangerously, and retorted.
"Han Ruiyan, no matter how angry I am, I'm better than you who are treacherous and cunning!"
"Why am I insidious, cunning, and out of my mind? Bo Yuntian, explain it to me!"
"What is there to say? Isn't that what you are? Also, I didn't invite you to today's banquet, did I? You came here uninvited, you have such a big face!"
"I came here to think highly of you, to save you face!"
The two of them attacked each other just like that, under the watchful eyes of everyone.
The rulers of the two local super wealthy families quarreled like two naive elementary school students.
Jiang Yan stared dumbfounded.
Silently took a step back, and then another step, away from the center of the battlefield.
Not long after standing still, I heard someone beside me discussing excitedly.
"Wow, they look so good together!"
"I'm going, are you right? Young Master Bo and Young Master Han are deadly rivals. The Bo family and the Han family have been fighting openly and secretly for a long time. They want to trample each other to death. What match?"
"However, those danmei novels I read are all set like this! The old enemies of fate, love each other and kill each other. They clearly have each other in their hearts, but because of family reasons, they have to stand opposite each other... Could it be, Don't you find it exciting?"
Jiang Yan glanced admiringly at the excited Miss Qianjin who was immersed in his own brain.
This little sister, if you don't write dog-blood romance novels, you are really resentful.
Ten minutes passed.
Under the onlookers of the guests, the two finally ended their elementary school-style quarrel.
Bo Yuntian's verbal skills were obviously superior, and Han Ruiyan was so angry that he stared blankly, but he couldn't utter a single rebuttal.
Bo Yuntian snorted coldly, showing a victorious expression, and straightened his collar.
Then, he turned around and walked towards Jiang Yan.
"Doctor Liao, if you feel bored, you can go back first. Recently, I feel better, and nothing should happen."
The last sentence lowered the volume.
When those sharp eyes fell on Jiang Yan, there was a gentleness in them that he didn't even notice.
Jiang Yan maintained Liao Qiuwen's personality and only smiled faintly.
"Mr. Bo, it's okay. This is my duty. Go and do your work. Don't worry about me."
Seeing Jiang Yan's insistence, Bo Yuntian nodded.
"Okay, then I'll go entertain the guests first."
"Mr. Bo, go slowly."
After Bo Yuntian left, Han Ruiyan came over with a gloomy face, stared at Jiang Yan, gritted his teeth and said, "Doctor Liao, aren't you a deaf-mute? Why—"
Before he finished speaking, he saw the familiar blank look on the face of the person in front of him again.
Then, the gaze became hollow.
Stretching out his hand, he fumbled in mid-air, muttering "Who is talking?", and walked away fumblingly.
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Apparently, this time the deaf-mute became blind.
Han Ruiyan who was tricked again: "..."
Bo Yuntian is really at odds with him by nature, he hates it himself, and people related to him hate it even more!
…
Although he experienced a lot of wealthy life in the previous plane, it was the first time for Jiang Yan to participate in this kind of high society banquet.
At the beginning, it was very fresh, but after a while, it became boring.
Just find a place to sit, hang up and go back to the system space, and play games with No. 888.
The guests present all knew that he belonged to Bo Yuntian, so they didn't bother him.
And Han Ruiyan has become a lot quieter since losing the mouthpiece, and he didn't provoke any more troubles, only occasionally glancing at Jiang Yan or Bo Yuntian gloomyly.
I don't know how long it has been.
In the system space, Jiang Yan won four or five games in a row, and he was playing the game at a high level.
With a pain in his butt and a blur in his eyes, he was suddenly kicked out by No. 888.
He was about to yell in dissatisfaction, when No. 888 hurriedly said: Yanyan, there seems to be something wrong with Bo Yuntian!