After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

"stop."

The man's voice was low and magnetic, revealing the majesty and irresistibility of a superior.

Qiao Yu's feet froze unconsciously, but she did not look back: "Mr. Bo, do you have any other instructions?"

"Since you are here to make money, why rush to leave?"

Qiao Yu clenched her fists, feeling a bad feeling...

"Snapped!"

Bo Hanshi casually threw a thick stack of cash on the table.

He raised his eyebrows, as if watching a show: "Drink this bottle of wine, and the money will be yours."

drink wine……

Qiao Yu's back trembled, and she swallowed: "Mr. Bo, I'm sorry, I'm allergic to alcohol."

Bo Hanshi smiled and said lightly: "Really, I don't remember."

Extremely indifferent.

Can not remember……

She is allergic to alcohol. Even if she drinks low-alcohol fruit wine, she will get rashes all over her body. If she drinks white wine, it will be severe enough to go into shock.

Six years ago, she was allergic to alcoholic drinks and developed large rashes all over her body. At that time, she was so distressed that she was so distressed that she carried her to the hospital in the middle of the night to get water. The water caused her arms to swell, so she had to sit down while she was cold. Beside her, he rubbed her arms all night long. After returning home, I personally applied medicine to the rash on her body.

At that time, he said that he would never let her touch a drop of alcohol again and that he could not lose her at all.

Yes, he doesn't remember...so this wine cannot be escaped.

Qiao Yu's eyes were a little hot. She sniffed hard and wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes. Then she turned around with a pale smile on her lips: "Okay, I'll drink. I hope Mr. Bo won't break his promise."

Let her drink when it's cold. If she doesn't drink, she won't be able to leave.

She knew very well how much Bo Hanshi hated her.

That bottle of white vodka, 56 degrees, is used to make cocktails. If you drink it alone, even if you are not allergic to alcohol, you will perforate your stomach if you drink one bottle.

Little Xiangsi is still waiting for her at home. After drinking this wine, she can go home.

Qiao Yu glanced at the stack of cash. It was quite thick. She smiled: "Is there thirty thousand in this stack?"

The man's cold black eyes looked directly at her, "Thirty-five thousand, a bottle of wine, you've made a lot of money."

"Yeah, it's quite profitable..."

Little Xiangsi’s tuition fees are available.

With that said, Qiao Yu reached out and grabbed the bottle...

Jiang Yuchuan quickly held down the wine bottle, "Hanshi! Someone will die!"

Jiang Yuchuan couldn't stand it anymore. Speaking of which, Qiao Yu was also from Imperial University and was considered his junior sister. Six years ago, they had a good friendship. He couldn't just sit back and watch.

Moreover, he didn't believe that Bao Hanshi really had no feelings for Qiao Yu. Tonight, he wanted to take advantage of Bao Hanshi's birthday to call Qiao Yu to ease their relationship, but he didn't expect that... it would be self-defeating.

"Chuan'er, when will it be your turn to intervene in the matter between Han Shi and Qiao Yu? If Qiao Yu says drink, then it means you can drink."

Lu Zhilu didn't think it was a big deal to eat melon. Besides, he had always disliked Qiao Yu and thought Qiao Yu was a nuisance. If it weren't for her, Bo Hanshi wouldn't have been imprisoned for three years.

The corners of Qiao Yu's eyes were red, but she always maintained a faint smile on her beautiful and clear face, "It doesn't matter, I'll drink, today is Bo... Mr. Bo's birthday, I'll drink, I'll drink... I can't sweep away Bo General interest.”

There was already a sob in his voice.

She picked up the wine bottle and blew directly into her mouth. The spicy liquor poured from her mouth into her throat, like broken glass, scratching her skin and flesh, and tears could not stop flowing.

Because he drank too fast, he choked on the wine: "Cough cough cough..."

Soon, the exposed skin on Qiao Yu's face, neck... all turned red. It was obvious that he was allergic.

Jiang Yuchuan grabbed the bottle and said, "That's enough! I invited Qiao Yu here today. If you want to drink, I'll drink for her!"

Qiao Yu was dizzy, but her mind was unusually clear. She raised her hand to wipe the wine stains from the corner of her mouth. When she looked at Bo Han, she grinned: "Mr. Bo, happy birthday."

The man sat there indifferently, cold and inhumane. His handsome face was shrouded in half-darkness.

Qiao Yu couldn't see the emotion on his face clearly, as if... she really didn't recognize him.

Yes, six years is enough to change a person and make him completely different.

Six years ago, in the cold weather, he was wearing a cheap white shirt. Now, he was wearing an expensive high-end shirt, right in front of her, but she suddenly felt that he was so far away from her.

Bo Hanshi didn't say anything anymore, which meant he was willing to let Qiao Yu go.

Lu Zhilu picked up the stack of money on the table and threw it on Qiao Yu, but Qiao Yu didn't catch it.

The money fell at Qiao Yu's feet.

"Miss Qiao, it's not easy to make money. You're lucky tonight. It's Mr. Bo's birthday and he's in a good mood. I'll let you go."

Qiao Yu nodded, squatted down, and picked up the money on the ground with his hands that were already covered in red rash, "Thank you, Mr. Bo, thank you, Mr. Lu, thank you, Mr. Jiang."

Just when Qiao Yu picked up the last banknote, an expensive hand-customized leather shoe stepped on the banknote.

Bao Hanshi looked at her condescendingly, as if he were looking at a tiny speck of dust.

Qiao Yu pulled the banknote with his hands, not even raising his feet when it was cold.

She lowered her head, a tear falling on his leather shoes, and she said in a dumb voice: "Mr. Bo, please be kind and let me go."

"Qiao Yu, do you feel wronged?"

"No...not wronged."

She didn't dare to feel wronged, she owed him this.

The man curled his lips, and his smile was cold and without any warmth: "In the three years and 1095 days I was there, I was like you now, struggling to survive every day. Qiao Yu, you have no right to be wronged. Tonight, just treat it as yours. A little interest for those three years.”