Mr. Bo, you are out of favor

He didn't respect Qin Yan enough, didn't he understand what she was thinking?
Bo Yun took a deep breath, his complexion was very bad, Dr. Jin said again: "Mr. Bo, you can't go to Qin Yan, let alone whether you can find it or not. First of all, you are the son of Auntie and Uncle Bo, and they The only son, you have the responsibility to take care of them.

I have been worrying about you for so many years, if you have the heart, you can't just walk away at this time. "

Doctor Jin's complexion was very bad, and Bo Yunshen's complexion was even worse, but he was in a daze, and was stopped by Doctor Jin's few words.

Doctor Jin gave Bo's mother a wink, and motioned for her to help Bo Yunshen into the ward.

……

Three years later.

Bo Yunshen came to talk about a cooperation in the western restaurant on the second floor of the Lincheng Center shopping mall.

He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing his strong forearms, standing tall and tall, standing at the door of the elevator, perfect like a sculpture.

Bo Yunshen pinched the phone and made a painful phone call with Qin Yinyin. Her daughter is seven years old and already in the third grade.

"Dad, aren't you coming back today?"

Bo Yunshen's indifferent eyes softened a little, and he whispered, "Back, but when I go back, you are almost falling asleep."

Qin Yinyin responded, she grew up and became more obedient: "Father, I'll wait for you."

"Sleep first, children must keep enough sleep, otherwise they will not grow taller."

"But Daddy, I always dream about Mama."

The phone suddenly fell silent because of this sentence.

For three years, whenever Qin Yan was mentioned, Bo Yunshen always felt as if he was about to suffocate.

His gaze was lowered, the elevator door opened, and Bo Yunshen was also standing there blankly, a woman came out from inside, brushing Bo Yunshen's shoulder and walked over.

Bo Yunshen turned his head in a daze, always feeling familiar.

But the woman left too quickly. When Bo Yunshen turned his head, there were three or four people standing behind him. The two women all left in one direction.

His eyes darkened, and he heard Qin Yinyin say: "Okay, I'll go back after I'm done here. Go to sleep before it's too late."

Qin Yinyin responded and hung up the phone.

She didn't tell her father that she was about to forget what her mother looked like now. Whenever she couldn't remember her mother's face, she would flip through the photo album to see what her mother looked like.

Here, Bo Yunshen put away his phone, entered the elevator, and went upstairs.

The partner is already here, and the design department under Bo's name has recently signed a new, smaller studio.

The asking price is not high, but it is very tempered.

The children's clothing they design is very novel and lively. Over the past few years, Bo Yunshen has made women's and men's clothing very large, but children's clothing has been made very small.

The main reason is that I can't find a design style that fits my eyes.

It was the first time that Bo had his eye on a designer, but Bo Yunshen also encountered a soft nail. The olive branch he offered was rejected.

Bo Yunshen asked the design department to contact the designer, but he didn't really want to sign it. Bo Yunshen mainly wanted to find Qin Yinyin a personal fashion designer.

It was a business matter, but it was also a private matter, so Bo Yunshen didn't let people from the business department come here, but came here by himself.

When Bo Yunshen arrived, there was already someone in the seat. She was wearing a light gray sweater, her hair was tied up, and she couldn't see her face. Bo Yunshen didn't care, and walked over directly. To the person sitting in the seat.

She lowered her head, her tied-in hair hung down her cheeks, she held a pencil in her hand, looked down at the drawing, and felt a shadow covering her body, she subconsciously raised her head, and her eyes filled with autumn water slammed into it. into Bo Yun's dark pupils.

Bo Yunshen's heart skipped a beat, his steps froze, and he asked in half doubt, "Yan...er?"

Qin Yan smiled, her face was completely calm, and she even nodded in the opposite seat, "Is the Bo family going to go bankrupt? You actually asked Boss to personally discuss this business that is not considered a business."

The moment their eyes met, Bo Yunshen still saw shock in Qin Yan's eyes.

But Qin Yan concealed it so well that Bo Yunshen had to wonder whether that flash of shock really existed or not?
"You opened the studio Y?"

Qin Yan nodded, calmly, fingering the album carelessly.
She doesn't care about him anymore.

That's why it's so peaceful.

Bo Yunshen's heart throbbed, he stared at Qin Yan, the woman's crow-blue eyelashes cast a thick shadow on her lower lid, long and thick.

Not seeing each other for three years, Qin Yan seems to look better.

"You... have returned to your country, why don't you go back?"

Qin Yan smiled again: "Mr. Bo, the original intention of you coming to me is probably not to talk about these things, but to talk about cooperation."

She said, closed the picture album, and said in a low voice: "I won't go to Mrs. Bo, Lincheng is pretty good, and I don't plan to go to Tongcheng to work."

"The Bo family has a big business, so it shouldn't be possible to do something that persecutes people, right?"

Bo Yun took a deep breath, "I won't force you. But before I came, I planned to hire Y to be Yinyin's personal fashion designer."

Mentioning Qin Yinyin, Bo Yunshen could clearly see Qin Yan's fingers trembling.

Bo Yun pursed the corners of his lips deeply, his eyes were full of fragments of light.

"Now that you're back home, do you want to go see her?"

Qin Yan didn't move, nor did he speak.

Bo Yunshen suddenly remembered the woman he felt familiar at the elevator entrance just now. She... seemed to be Lu Xiangxiang.

Bo Yunshen wanted to laugh, but he couldn't pull out the arc of that smile, and his heart began to hurt little by little, so after Qin Yan returned to China, he contacted Lu Xiangxiang...

Meeting someone who has nothing to do with her, but not seeing Yinyin, her own daughter, after all, isn't it just that she doesn't want to have anything to do with him?

Bo Yun's throat felt dry, as if he had an iron ball in his mouth, "I called Yinyin just now, and my daughter said that she always dreams about her mother recently."

Qin Yan licked the corner of her lips, her expression was indescribably indifferent: "Okay, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

"About your wanting to hire me, I'm not interested in whether it's under Bo's name or as your family's personal designer."

After Qin Yan finished speaking, she picked up the design book and seemed to be planning to leave.

Bo Yunshen stood up and stopped Qin Yan: "Yan'er, you design clothes for so many people, but you don't care about your own daughter?"

After blurting out these words, Bo Yunshen shut his mouth abruptly, his face darkened, feeling inexplicably regretful.

Qin Yan's expression was superficial, she looked at Bo Yunshen generously, and said in a low voice: "The clothes I designed may not be as comfortable as the ones you bought!"

"Mr. Bo, I earn tens of thousands of yuan a month. The clothes I design are all cheap products. The fabrics I use are ordinary, and the needles and threads I use are ordinary. They are wholesaled by a unified factory. Wake up, dozens of design drawings will be produced a month. Let me tell you the truth, are you assured that your daughter will wear it?"