Just when Nailin was thinking, the elevator door opened, and a member of the Qin family tilted his head and pressed his ear, as if he was talking to someone. After two sentences, he leaned down and said to Little Devil Bo: "Young master, Boss Qin's phone call says he has two words to remind you."
"Tell him, I don't want to hear it." Little Devil Bo is very cool in this regard.
The Qin family froze for a moment: ... here they come again, Boss Qin and the young master are here again.
As if expecting this situation, the person who answered the phone took off the headset and turned on the speakerphone.
Xiao Nailin: ... this thing is forced
Soon, a voice that was neither salty nor dull was transmitted through the mobile phone: "Next time you run away from home, remember to bring a lift chair, otherwise you won't even be able to press the floor you want to go to, so sad."
Hearing this, the little demon Bo who was walking forward stopped his legs immediately.
The person holding the phone felt that it was a piece of hot taro, and immediately begged for mercy with his eyes, young master, this is what the boss said, it has nothing to do with my phone, it really has to do with my hand...
Little Demon Bo grabbed him and motioned him to put the phone down.
The man complied.
Little Devil Bo looked at the phone at about the same height, and then said: "Is it angry that I can't find my mommy? That's why I thought of the word sad? When people are middle-aged, even eating soft meals feels a sense of crisis." gone?"
The Qin family members standing in the corridor all started to look up at the ceiling.
Every question of the young master is like a knife.
Middle-aged? Mr. Qin is only so old, it's too miserable to blacken his own father.
Nailin had never seen Qin Mo before, so she asked beside him, "An An, is Uncle Qin very old?"
"It's nearly five times our age, what do you think?" Little Devil Bo asked him to think for himself.
Nailin touched her head, isn't that always the case
Bo little devil said slowly: "Drinking all day long, and also likes to throw me around like a shopping bag."
Xiao Nailin quickly imagined a middle-aged man who only knows how to make money, is a little bald, and has a bad face, just like the greasy CEO who often appears in TV dramas: "An An, you have worked hard to be so good-looking. Your own creation."
"It's easy to say." Little Demon Bo took it easy.
Nailin nodded her head and said very seriously, "That's to stay away from Uncle Qin. From a scientific analysis, appearance is also contagious."
The group performers of the Qin family continued to look up at the ceiling, and at the young master Hei Qin, they really wanted to disappear, what should they do
On the other side, there was a laugh, very low and magnetic: "Little classmate Qin Wei'an, you seem to have forgotten that the reason why your mommy pampers you so much is because you look like me when I was a child."
This sentence is the most heartbreaking for the little devil, he narrowed his eyes, wishing he could deal with the scourge of his father on the spot.
The people of the Qin family also admire Mr. Qin, who can provoke the noble young master until his face turns cold, and there is no one else but his own father.
"Don't meddle in your bey sister's business." The voice on the phone continued without any ups and downs: "Trials, promotions, including the future World Series, any extra things are done, for her only Bad influence, there will be no good, you like your sister Bey so much, you should be clear, she doesn't need you to help her deal with anyone... "
"Those who are capable will eventually be kings."
Little Demon Bo stopped his fingers, but surprisingly, he didn't refute, and his voice was a little soft: "Got it..."
(end of this chapter)