Qiao Nian returned to Rhine to get the black box of the plane crash and then went to Bo Zheng's house.
"come in."
Bo Zheng has a private residence with a quiet environment in Beijing. The quaint residence is located on the side of Chang'an Avenue. It is surrounded by courtyards of various sizes, with green bricks and green tiles, which give it an aura of years of accumulation.
The prices of houses in this area are too high to even be worth mentioning, and ordinary people certainly can’t afford to live there.
Qiao Nian, on the other hand, looked calm, with his hands in his pockets, his eyebrows didn't move at all, his eyelashes were slightly lowered, and he didn't seem surprised about Bo Zheng's residence. He followed Bo Zheng in calmly.
Her calm and composed attitude actually attracted the attention of the housekeeper. He looked at Qiao Nian in surprise, then politely withdrew his gaze and followed the two of them, observing their eyes and noses.
When they arrived at the living room, Bo Zheng led Qiao Nian to sit down, and then told the housekeeper: "Make two cups of tea."
"Okay, young master." The butler bowed his head respectfully and prepared to make tea.
Bo Zheng seemed to have just remembered it, and turned his head again, obviously treating Qiao Nian with gentleness and respect: "Miss Qiao, would you like tea or coffee?"
The housekeeper stopped and couldn't help but look in the direction of the girl again, with more and more surprise in his eyes.
This girl doesn't look very old. He estimated her to be around 18 or 19 years old. She should still be in school. The girl is very pretty. Her looks are one of the best in the entertainment industry. It's just that she is too young!
He withdrew his gaze and looked quietly towards Bo Zheng, his expression becoming complicated.
The young master is in his thirties and still hasn't found a partner to go home with.
Everyone in the family has been urging them for so many years that the old lady has become anxious. She has even spread the word that as long as the young master is willing to bring someone back, their family doesn't care about the status of the couple, as long as it's a living woman, it will be fine.
But...the old lady never said that eighteen or nineteen years old is also okay!
The old housekeeper's heart was in turmoil. He secretly glanced at Qiao Nian twice with complicated feelings. The more he looked at her, the more beautiful she seemed to him.
It looks good.
He still felt that if the young master took this little girl home, the old lady would probably not be able to hold back her feather duster!
Qiao Nian noticed that the housekeeper of the Bo family had been peeking at her. She reached out and pulled the brim of her hat, pushing it down, and said nonchalantly, "I'm fine with anything."
Bo Zheng's eyebrows moved and he wanted to say something.
Qiao Nian said casually, "I just want tea, no need to change."
Bo Zheng nodded, turned around and said to the housekeeper, "Two cups of tea then. I remember there is some black tea sent by someone at home. Make a cup of black tea for Nian Nian."
He turned back and said to Qiao Nian, "Green tea is cold in nature, girls should drink less."
The old housekeeper's expression instantly became mixed with emotions, becoming increasingly complicated. He raised his head and looked at Bo Zheng with a tangled look, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. He lowered his head again: "...Okay, I'll go and make some right away."
"Well, go ahead." Bo Zheng didn't pay much attention to it and waved his hand to let him go on with his work.
After the old housekeeper left, he didn't waste time and went straight to the point with the girl: "Jingxing told me that you want to find a playback device for an aircraft black box that has been discontinued?"
"Well, Boeing 737-300. Does Captain Bo have any playback equipment for this aircraft model at home?" The girl had delicate eyebrows and eyes, and she looked at him with clear and bright black eyes.
Bo Zheng was stunned by her look, frowned and fell into deep thought: "Boeing? Or the old model 737-300? Let me think about it."
Qiao Nian waited for him to think slowly.
(End of this chapter)