1505: C1505 She

C1505 She

That trash became the object of his thoughts.

What about him? What about his eldest son?

He couldn't do anything.

He could only flatter and say that Bo Qian was very good, but he lacked discipline, and no one guided him.

His words were sincere and sincere, as if he was going to believe them. He believed that he didn't covet the Bo family's property, as if he was just a simple man who worked for the Bo family.

It was as if he had never asked for anything.

However, all of these were clearly his.

He was also a member of the Bo family. Why was Bo Jinhua so biased? Why did he leave everything to Bo Qian and himself?

In the past, the person he liked the most was him.

As for that trash Bo Qian, he had been abandoned for many years. No one in the entire company was willing to stand on his side.

Unfortunately, Bo Jinhua stood on his side.

Therefore, Bo Qian did not need to waste any effort to directly sit in the management position.

Everything, if directed, seemed to be a joke to him.

It was a very thorough and thorough joke.

He was just a chess piece and a tool person in this big and bad situation. His existence seemed to be used to support the overall situation of the company. After he was done, he would use it to stimulate Bo Qian.

No one treated him as a person anymore.

Everyone only treated him as a tool.

Because he was a tool, when he abandoned it, he could be so straightforward.

No one had ever cared about his good mood.

No one had ever comforted him.

He had worked so hard for so long. It was like a joke. Everything had turned into nothingness. And he was in the story. Even if he was hanged in the vortex, no one would be willing to look at him for a second longer.

Bo Ye was silent for a long time.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands. He thought about how much profit he would bring to the company by relying on his hands.

He thought about how Bo Jinhua had high hopes for him when he had just succeeded the position.

He was thinking about how happy Bo Jinhua had been when he had gotten a big deal.

He was thinking about how his mother had high expectations for him.

He thought about a lot of things.

Those gentle faces in the past seemed to have become gloomy in an instant.

Everyone was twisting.

They were all like devils, about to tear him apart alive.

Bo Ye laughed grimly.1

He had been a joke for so long.

He also wanted to turn the tables for himself.

If he succeeded, Bo Qian would be completely useless.

If he failed, the current situation was already so bad. If it continued to get worse, he might still accept it.

At most, he would be kicked out of the Bo family.

Anyway, he didn't want to be a tool person anymore.

His phone suddenly rang.

Bo Ye's hostility slowly faded. He picked up the phone and answered.

"Young master, we found it."

On the other side of the phone, the assistant's voice was very low. "I will send a message to your phone. Take a look. She really has nothing to do with Mrs. Bo."

No relationship, but it was very strange.

Bo Ye hung up the phone and opened it. There was a photo. The woman's face was very pale. Years of illness seemed to have completely crushed her. She had her back bent and looked very old.

Her face was also full of wrinkles.

She looked to be at least fifty years old.

However, the information showed that she was only 45 years old.

The assistant also added an introduction.

It was about this woman's life.

Simple and plain.

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