972: C972 Helping

C972 Helping

Even Mu Shinian could tell about this, let alone Bo Qian.

Therefore, the two of them calmly watched the show. From the beginning to the end, they didn't say a word.

The two of them calmly stood at the side and watched the show. They did not mutter a word throughout the whole process.

It was as if the two of them had acted on their own for a long time. They did not know nor could they cooperate.

A trace of anger finally appeared on Bo Jinhua's face. "Bo Qian, I am very satisfied with your performance in the company recently. Do you have to break everything?"

Mu Shinian could not help but laugh.

Logically speaking, Bo Ye was the most suitable successor in the traditional sense.

He was capable and willing to do it. Those shareholders were all on his side. It did not make any difference even if they said they would board the plane directly.

As for Bo Qian, the risk factor was too high.

If he did not consider his selfish motives, if he was Bo Jinhua, he would definitely use Bo Ye's.

After all, Bo Qian's risk factor was too high. It was too difficult to control.

As for Bo Ye, as long as he was given what he wanted, he would be honest. Furthermore, Bo Jinhua was only old and not about to die, so with such an emperor suppressing him, Bo Ye probably would not dare to rebel.

So why did Bo Jinhua want Bo Qian to take the position? What did Bo Ye want, at least on the surface, to help him?

Bo Ye should have done a lot of work behind Bo Jinhua's back all these years. Then why was he so afraid of Bo Jinhua? He even helped him persuade Bo Qian half-truth and half-fake.

He was not afraid that if Bo Qian went back, he would completely lose the position of the heir.

Or, was this also part of his plan, or was he really... He wanted to do this?

Questions popped up one by one.

Mu Shinian's head started to spin rapidly, but she still could not figure out what was going on. A hand reached over and pushed her a little bit backwards. Her body went to the kitchen and Bo Qian pulled the door open. A hand was hanging loosely on the door. His voice was lazy. "Wash the vegetables and cut them."

Then, the door closed.

The soundproofing effect here was too good. Unless there was a fight outside, or if someone smashed something or made a scene, it would normally be hard to hear anything.

Mu Shinian stared at the bag of vegetables and thought for a while. She still walked over and picked the vegetables, washed the vegetables, and then cut them.

The disturbance outside did not seem to affect her at all.

When she was cutting the vegetables, she could not help but recall some things Mu Shirann had said in the past.

She said that she was not good at everything and her reputation was not good either. How could she be willing to accept a big family in the Bo family?

Mu Shinian had always treated these things as air, but today, she was inexplicably concerned about these things.

There was something hidden in her heart, and on the surface, she did not pay much attention to it. She cut off the finger with one slice, but fortunately, she was used to the pain. She didn't make any sound. She just frowned and stared at the bleeding finger for a while. She put it under the tap and rinsed it.

Outside the door.

Bo Qian's impatience had reached an extreme.

He sat on the sofa without any extra emotions on his face.

Bo Jinhua sat across from him. He picked up a book that Mu Shinian had casually placed on the table. He picked it up and casually flipped through it twice. His expression became even more disgusted.

"Is this how you pick people?"1

Bo Qian coldly looked up.

That meant, what does it have to do with you? Why do you care so much?

Bo Jinhua was so angry at him. If it was someone else, he would have slapped him and taught him how to behave.

However, Bo Qian couldn't.

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