Giants From All Walks of Life Vie For Uncle Xi To Be Uncle

Bo Jingmo's face remained undisturbed, and he didn't react much to the stunning makeup woman in front of him.

Jiang Baozhu sat down on the sofa diagonally across from him without any scruples, smiled brightly and intimately, and said in a tone as if he had met his old friend for many years: "Mr. Bo should have no other arrangements tonight, it's better to appreciate his face. Let me buy you a drink?"

Hawthorne opened his mouth, coughed lightly, and couldn't help but stop: "Sorry, Miss Jiang, Mr. Bo has more tonight..."

"Secretary Huo, I'm talking to Mr. Bo, please be respectful, okay?"

Jiang Baozhu interrupted him with a dignified smile, and his faintly sharp eyes fell on Hawthorne's face. He smiled so softly, but his tone was not tolerant of his beak.

Hawthorne took a deep breath... This woman is really not easy.

Hawthorne sent his soliciting gaze to his boss, only to see Bo Jingmo frowning, and looking at the woman diagonally with great interest, before he said unhurriedly: "What's the matter?"

The smile on Jiang Baozhu's lips is even more beautiful. She is really a beauty, even if it is a fake smile, she can be beautiful.

What's more, she really admires this man. In her heart, this is her future husband and the future richest man in the world. She smiled sincerely, not hypocritical.

Even Bo Jingchen, who was used to seeing all kinds of beauties, couldn't escape her eyes.

Bo Jingmo's attitude seemed...not as cold as she expected.

She hasn't made a shot for a year and a half. This year and a half, she has focused on her career and has entered a new career peak. There are works with good reputation, and there are many endorsements of Juneng Jineng. She did listen to the opinions of the agent. He has improved his rank a bit, and his age experience is also here.

it's time.

Jiang Baozhu's abacus is very stable. If Bo Jingmo's attitude is cold and looks like she is not a thousand miles away, she will go straight to save time, but if his attitude is acceptable and there is no obvious boredom, she will be slow. Slow down.

The current situation seemed to Jiang Baozhu to belong to the latter, and her mood was unprecedented.

"Naturally, there is a very important thing, Mr. Bo takes care of everything every day, if it is not so, how can I blatantly delay Mr. Bo's precious time?"

Jiang Baozhu's voice was originally a bit blunt, probably related to her temperament. She was born with a strong personality. Although she had a beautiful face, her voice could not deceive people.

In the past year, she had vocal cord surgery to make her voice soft.

Just like...Su Tian, ​​with a soft voice, every word can be knocked deep in the man's heart.

There was no emotion on Bo Jingmo's face, but he snorted lightly, his voice as cold as usual: "Just tell me something important."

Jiang Baozhu seemed to be not surprised by his reaction. She smiled and shook her head repeatedly: "It's not appropriate. After all, this is a banquet hall with a lot of people. Some things involve **... It's better to find a private place. ."

Hawthorne silently watched the enchantress release her enchanting spirit, and he was no longer as stunned as he was at the beginning.

Although his boss is an indifferent gentleman, but occasionally when he is extremely boring, he will have a lot of sex, and he will teach the fairy himself.

Hawthorne always remembered long ago... at the diplomatic compound of Country A.

Mr. Bo knew exactly what the Jing family meant, but he gave them a hint, causing that Miss Jing San to wait at the door of the room in the middle of the night, and finally ran into Miss Su Tian coming out. It could be said that he was completely embarrassed and he has been frustrated ever since.

Counting from that time, Mr. Bo, who lived like a robot and indifferent, had already done some weird things for Miss Su Tian.

It was Ms. Su who gave his boss humanity and warmth, making him more like a living man.

Hawthorne's expectation was accurate.

Sure enough, the boss calmed down in the next moment, saying every word without euphemism: "This is not the first time I have met you in the past few days on business in Switzerland. Ms. Jiang frequently creates opportunities to contact me. The purpose is too clear. Up."

Hawthorne rubbed his hands in his heart and waited to observe Mr. Bo's performance.

I saw Jiang Baozhu being pierced in person, but he didn’t panic. He still kept an unmoving smile: "Although Mr. Bo can see through my actions, he should not be clear about my true purpose. I have just said that, if It’s not the most important thing. I never dare to delay your time and disturb you."

Bo Jingmo squinted his eyes, seemingly smiling.

He accidentally remembered Su Tian's reaction at his family gathering last time. Su Tian is not a jealous person. Although she is young and soft to the touch, she is not a bully.

Su Tian is very confident in himself. He often deals with many outstanding women in some business and political activities. Su Tian never criticizes this.

Only this Jiang Baozhu, Su Tian is not the first time because she is showing awkward emotions.

Bo Jingmo couldn't help but glanced at her more, feeling quite interesting in his heart.

I don't know where Bo Jingchen picked out the woman. She was fat enough and thick-skinned.

Seems to be... Bae Hwan's predecessor?

The dinner party had come to an end, and it was the most boring and empty time for a few hours of entertainment.

Rarely, Bo Jingmo showed a somewhat lazy air, relaxed leaning on the back of the sofa, "I am not interested in what you call the most important thing. By the way, I have a fiancee, she is a delicate and jealous girl, I always Get used to her, even if she dares to lose her temper at me, if she knows that Miss Jiang has repeatedly created opportunities to contact me, her purpose is not pure... She will definitely settle accounts with me."

There was a slight smile on the man's lips, and Jiang Baozhu's face became stiff. Of course she could see that the smile was not directed at herself, but at the fiancee in his heart.

Hawthorne secretly applauded, and didn't think about how excited he was, but was inexplicably excited.

My own boss is cowhide. He clearly called Miss Su as his fiancee before he got engaged.

Hawthorne couldn't help but echo: "If you remember correctly, Miss Jiang and Mr. Bo's fiancée are both performers in country A, and they are also peers. The old saying in country A calls that peers are enemies, and there is a competitive relationship. I hope that Miss Jiang has self-respect, if it is not good to hear, Mr. Bo's fiancée... Mr. Bo will definitely deal with it."

No matter how calm Jiang Baozhu was, his heart sank at this moment, and his face was really not pretty.

Hawthorne thought how such a clear warning should scare the enchantress away.

Unexpectedly, she recovered soon, the smile on her face was reduced, but her voice was calm: "Blame me for speaking too tactfully. The fiancee in Mr. Bo's mouth should be referring to Su Tian, ​​it's a coincidence, I The important matters I want to talk to you are closely related to Su Tian. I dare to use my wealth and life to bet against you. You will definitely be very interested."

Hawthorne's face changed slightly.

Bo Jingmo squinted his eyes, his handsome face certainly did not show waves.

But in these few seconds, some memories that shouldn't belong to him emerged in his mind, but the picture was so clear that it was all related to the woman in front of him.

He stood up suddenly, condescendingly watching this woman who dared to bet against him with her life.

Raise your leg to the exit of the banquet hall.

Jiang Baozhu also got up, smiling triumphantly, stepping on her thin high-heeled shoes, but quickly followed.

...

Hawthorne followed with an anxious look, and out of the banquet hall, the driver waited outside.

He felt a little confused. He leaped forward and asked in a low voice beside Bo Jingmo: "Sir, do you need me to inform the hotel to open a separate reception room?"

Hawthorne has always been the best at observing words and expressions. Mr. Bo looks like he agreed to let Jiang Baozhu get in the car. Getting in the car means returning to the hotel where he is staying nearby. Since there is a conversation, it is always inappropriate to go to the suite. Probably a reception room is needed.

Bo Jingmo didn't even look at him, nor did he respond.

The driver was still sitting in front and playing on his mobile phone, and suddenly realized that the boss had come out.

Busy getting out of the car and opening the back door in person, Bo Jingmo stepped on his long legs and sat in.

Jiang Baozhu was invited to the other side of the back row.

As soon as the car door closed, the excited smile on her lips couldn't be suppressed.

The goal is achieved, and she can almost get to the point. She intends to take the opportunity to spend more time in contact with Bo Jingmo, even if it's just a few more minutes, it will be good.

But you can't just consume it, it will easily annoy him if you continue to consume it.

The door was closed anyway, and Jiang Baozhu didn't even pay attention to whether the car started.

She had already taken out the mobile phone she had put in the banquet bag, searched for the stored documents, and opened it to the man beside her with both hands.

"Mr. Bo, this..."

Bo Jingmo looked sideways and glanced at the screen with a sullen look, his tone was so cold that cold sweat broke out on her back.

"What do you call this thing?"

Jiang Baozhu shivered with fright, and didn't know what was going on. Maybe the banquet hall was crowded after all, and the clothes and temples were brightly lit. The space on the car was tight and the air was not circulating. She suddenly became a little nervous and didn't dare. delay.

Answer truthfully: "Yes, this is what I want to show you, this..."

The man interrupted her impatiently: "Anything else?"

Jiang Baozhu was stunned for a second, then shook his head: "No, no more, mainly because of this script..."

Bo Jingmo retracted his gaze and looked straight ahead, his tone as cold as a sentence of death.

"Hawthorne, give her an email address."

Hawthorne, who was sitting in the front row, immediately understood. He turned his head and explained to the panicked Jiang Baozhu: "Ms. Jiang, Mr. Bo meant that you should send things over first. I'll give you an email address..."

Both hands of Jiang Baozhu holding the phone were trembling, hell, the man beside her... it was obviously she had been thinking about it for a long time, so she wanted to get in touch with him more closely.

But at this moment, she was really panicked and felt that she couldn't do more nonsense.

The air pressure is so low, if you offend him, subconsciously warn her that something might happen to her that she regrets for a lifetime...

Jiang Baozhu didn't dare to hesitate, with his fingers trembling slightly, he quickly sent the entire document in accordance with Hawthorne's request.

Hawthorne reported immediately: "I have received it, sir."

Bo Jing's eyes sank.

Hawthorne immediately pushed the door and got out of the car, walked around to the back of Jiang Baozhu, pulled the car door, and made a request: "Miss Jiang, we have received the documents. Mr. Bo will take the time to look at it. You can get off ."

Jiang Baozhu's mind is stunned, and probably never expected a man who seemed to have compromised just a moment ago.

Turned over in a second?

I have to get her out of the car...

Jiang Baozhu hesitated for a few seconds before looking sideways at Bo Jingmo's profile.

His face is exquisite like a work of art, but at this moment, the breath of his body is full of hostility, as if someone angered him, he would be executed at any time.

Jiang Baozhu had never seen a man with such an uncertain weather, even Bo Jingchen...Bo Jingchen had enough stinky problems, and it was very difficult to take care of among men, but Bo Jingchen was not as elusive and fearful as Bo Jingmo.

Her fear came out of her bones, and in the end she got out of the car without saying a word.

After Hawthorne got in the car, the extended bulletproof car galloped away——

He soon disappeared from Jiang Baozhu's vision.

She froze in place, it was already late autumn, and the night was terribly cold.

She was wearing a thin dress, and a gust of wind came, and a biting chill swept through her body.

After the weird fear just passed, a bit of anger gradually grew in her heart.

He clenched his hands into fists, and it took a long time to squeeze a smile from the corner of his lips.

Standing in the cold wind, she gritted her teeth and muttered to herself: "What about driving me out of the car? You will come back to me sooner or later. Bo Jingmo, you will definitely come to me!"

...

Hawthorne was also a little anxious just now, and the email address he gave was his personal account for filtering as a secretary.

Hawthorne generally filters out the non-confidential emails for him first.

But this time... he was a little uncertain.

After arriving at the hotel where he was staying, Hawthorne opened the door and Bo Jingmo strode the meteor. He caught up with him and pressed the elevator first, with a hesitation in his voice: "Mr. Bo, this mail...do I need to filter it for you first?"

Bo Jingmo entered the elevator, frowned slightly, and commanded with a cold face: "Send to my private mailbox. As for the archive, delete, and permanent smash in your account, I don't want a second person to look at it besides me."

Hawthorne sullenly, nodded hurriedly and said: "Understand, I just didn't think about it, I will send it to you immediately, and then delete the archive."

Until the elevator door opened, Bo Jingmo took the lead to walk out, and Hawthorne looked at his arrogant and cold back, with a little fear in his heart.

He has been following Bo Jingmo for almost 20 years...

Although the husband is an unsmiling person, most of the time, he is gentle and restrained and will not get angry at will.

The situation tonight seems to be just a few minutes... the atmosphere has turned upside down.

Although Hawthorne couldn't figure out what Bo Jingmo was thinking, his experience and intuition told him.

That unknown document sent by Jiang Baozhu...maybe there are some very important secrets hidden.

Maybe it's... Su Tian's secret.

...

After Bo Jingmo returned to the hotel suite, he took a shower.

In his heart, he asked himself to be exactly the same as his usual state.

Take a shower first, then turn on the computer to deal with urgent work.

If you are not sleepy, you might drink a small half glass of brandy.

When time is not too tight, he will log on to WeChat to chat with Su Tian.

He bathed as usual tonight, changed into his nightgown and sat at the desk in the hotel suite, turning on his computer to process mail.

The unread sign of the email that Hawthorne forwarded was like a landmine, glaring.

It made his heart rate increase and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

He poured himself a glass of wine, had drunk more than the healthiest and most standard amount in the day, and still hadn't restrained his mood.

In the end, he went against his wishes and clicked on the email in advance before finishing his work.

After watching it for a minute, he already understood that this is a script.

The plot inside is absurd and bizarre, but each plot gives him a strong sense of familiarity.

I don’t know who wrote this script or what purpose it was for. Each role only uses pronouns.

The protagonist's supporting role has no real name before the dialogue, only the same pronoun.

But Bo Jingmo strangely discovered that even without a specific name, he could actually associate each plot with everyone.

Some people...even have never met him before, people he doesn't even know, but in the script, they can have a clear memory and even a sense of picture.

The script is not too long. Over the years, he has handled various documents at a fast speed. Even if it is not the most proficient Chinese characters, it does not affect the speed of understanding.

In just one hour, he had read through the script.

The immediate reaction was to call Hawthorne, ask him to contact the woman and ask what kind of **** script this is.

But reason tells him that this is in the hands of the other party.

He didn't want to be interested.

The script is just a fictitious thing and does not constitute the real meaning at all.

Bo Jingmo walked to the side of the wine cabinet, poured another half of the strongest wine, and drank it all in one go.

...

This sleep was tossing and turning, and every important plot in the script appeared one by one in his dream.

After waking up, he sent a message to Hawthorne, asking Hawthorne to contact the woman surnamed Jiang after dawn.

For many years, Hawthorne has developed the habit of preparing for battle at all times. He woke up with a slight shake of his phone and quickly responded to the boss's message.

Bo Jingmo forced himself to fall asleep again.

Although his work intensity is very high, but at least four hours of sleep must be guaranteed, otherwise it will affect his life, which is completely inconsistent with his outlook on life.

He has been asleep for less than two hours at this moment, and he must fall asleep again.

Although strong willpower can make him hypnotize himself quickly, the situation after falling asleep is still not optimistic.

He had another dream.

The first half is the fairyland, a scene he often dreamed of two years ago.

In the picture, Su Tian is still the orange cat spirit he personally named Miaomiao, curled up under his feet, cuddling his calves and acting like a baby.

However, this calm picture was interrupted in only two or three minutes.

The latter half can be regarded as a nightmare. In his dream, he did something that made him contemptuous.

He was so disdainful that he couldn't bear to stare at him and couldn't describe it.

The girl lay on a huge pillow, crying hoarse, and the fighting was fierce.

Bo Jingmo woke up soon.

This dream made him feel sick from the bottom of his heart.

He had never had such a dream.

Even if it was something that a man would crave, it shouldn't happen like that.

In addition to nausea, he had to get up and walk into the bathroom and take a cold shower.

...

Jiang Baozhu finally got his wish and was contacted by Hawthorne personally, was invited over, and was questioned face to face by Bo Jingmo.

She wore a long silk dress today, with a gentle temperament, which changed from the enchanting look of the red dress at the banquet last night.

It seems to be deliberately shaping the image of an intellectual lady.

Bo Jingmo asked her the reason for the script.

She explained slowly: "Mr. Bo, I have been dreaming frequently for a long time, and countless dreams are connected together to form a complete story. After dreaming for a long time, I can also find many clues in the real world. Although the plot has been changed a lot, most of the human settings are consistent with the dreams. For example... your relationship with Shang Yu, Shang Yu used despicable means in the merger and acquisition battle and caused Mr. Fred to become paralyzed by cerebral infarction. Shang Yu is Your biggest and most hated enemy.

You have already read the script. According to the normal development trajectory, next year the owner of the merchant will pass away, and Shang Yu will be in control. He will start a new round of battle with you, and in the end he will be defeated and go bankrupt the following year. It happened to enter the financial market of country A, reached various cooperation with the government, and acquired the Shang consortium at a critical moment, becoming a hero who rescued the financial crisis.

Country A is not your main battlefield now, but you know very well the important position of Country A in the international financial situation. When you become the savior to save Country A, it is also the first step to become an Asian financial hegemon. "

Bo Jingmo has read these plots, and there is not much disturbance in his heart at this moment.

His tone is still cold: "The script was written by people, how do you prove that this can happen?"

Jiang Baozhu smiled: "The script was really written, and I didn’t write it myself. I can only act in movies, not screenwriters. She is a screenwriter friend I know well. She is quite talented and has written numerous best-selling books. It’s nice to have a personal relationship with me. I paid a lot of money to ask her to help me write my dreams into a plot into a script. Of course, all I gave her are pseudonyms. She will not have any doubts. You can rest assured of this."

After a few seconds, she added with a smile: "There really is no need to worry about it. Because my screenwriter friend is just an unnamed passerby in this world. Passerby will not remember the plot of the original story or self-awakening. One day, she will only live her life as a passerby step by step. Only an important role like us can remember the plot at certain moments."

Bo Jingmo glanced at her: "Even if your script and story are true, so what? Tell me what is your purpose, marry me? Become the wife of the world's richest man?"

Jiang Baozhu did not hesitate: "According to the normal direction, I am the heroine and your future life partner. Of course, I must inform you of all this. Since I am destined to remember these plots, I believe you will be able to be the hero. Think of it. As for whether to marry you or not, I said no, it is your choice."

Bo Jingmo squinted his eyes, as if he had heard a stupid joke, and snorted: "You might as well continue to dream."

Jiang Baozhu didn't panic: "You just learned about it now, and you still can't accept it. I can understand it completely."

The man's face was gloomy, and he emphasized word by word: "No matter how strange the setting of this world is. I have been with Su Tian. She is the wife of my choice. I can't marry you. You'd better get rid of it as soon as possible."

Jiang Baozhu still smiled: "Of course, you can refuse or ignore me. This is your freedom. But my choice is to tell you all of this. Most importantly, I hope you understand. It's not you. I chose Su Tian. It was Su Tian who learned of the plot setting. She designed to change the plot... She chose you. The only purpose is for her uncle, Shang Yu."