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

Zhou Miao had lent her food money when she was in trouble. No matter what Zhou Miao was like, if she met Zhou Miao now, she would give her a ride.

Qiao Yu did not refuse and unlocked the central lock: "Come up."

Zhou Miao curled her lips and smiled, opened the back seat door and came up, "Yuyu, thank you."

Bo Hanshi drank some wine in the evening and leaned on the passenger seat in a leisurely manner.

Qiao Yu drove the car and asked, "Which line do you take?"

Zhou Miao said: "I take the Line 3 subway."

Qiao Yu looked at the navigation system and saw that the Line 3 subway was far away from here, so she said, "Where do you live? I'll take you there directly."

"Really? Thank you so much."

Zhou Miao reported the address of the community.

Qiao Yu focused on driving.

The city was very congested on weekend nights, and I passed through several red lights.

While waiting at a red light, the man in the passenger seat suddenly reached out to her.

Qiao Yu turned to look at him: "?"

His eyes read: Friends, there are others behind me.

She didn't reach out to hold it.

Bo Hanshi was better, he took her hand directly to her temples, rubbed it, and two words popped out of his thin lips: "Headache."

Qiao Yu was just about to say something.

Zhou Miao, who was in the back seat, had already asked, "How much did Senior Bo drink tonight?"

Bao Han was lazy and didn't say anything, as if he didn't hear.

Qiao Yu also wanted to know how much he drank, "May I ask you a question?"

The man turned his head slightly and looked at her, "Five Liang, Lao Pan and Lao Zhou drank too much."

What they drank at the table was 53% liquor. Fifty ounces is considered a normal amount of alcohol in a cold weather. There will be some reaction, but there will be no drunkenness at all.

The green light is on.

Qiao Yu withdrew his hand and held the steering wheel, "With how much alcohol you drink, how can you have a headache?"

Bo Hanshi responded softly: "Well, with my wife here, it's inevitable that I won't be able to drink enough."

"..."

Qiao Yu was startled for a moment, his heart beating fast.

I glanced at him and almost laughed.

Wife?

He shouted very smoothly and naturally.

Zhou Miao was sitting on the seat behind the driver's seat. From her angle, as long as she raised her head, she could clearly see Bao Han's expression while leaning on the passenger seat.

He was looking at Qiao Yu, smiling casually.

Because of drinking, his eyes were stained with a hint of drunkenness, and there was a slight smile in his eyes, which was deep and doting.

Zhou Miao subconsciously pinched the fingers she placed on her legs.

She gained the courage to intervene in their conversation and asked with a smile: "Those teachers in school teach in class every day and don't socialize much, but they can drink so much? Yuyu, I remember you are allergic to alcohol?"

When he was in college, Qiao Yu accidentally drank an alcoholic drink, which resulted in a rash on his neck. He felt groggy and slept on the dormitory bed all afternoon.

In the evening, Bo Hanshi learned about this and came up with the dormitory aunt to carry Qiao Yu to the hospital.

Qiao Yu responded: "I used to have severe allergies, but now I can drink a little bit and have reactions, but it won't be that serious."

"How could this be?"

Qiao Yu smiled and said, "Maybe I drank a few times too much and became slightly desensitized."

We chatted for a while sometimes.

Zhou Miao asked again: "By the way, Yuyu, why don't you work at the TV station now? Are you planning to get married and concentrate on being a full-time wife?"

Qiao Yu didn't know how to answer.

The answer to this matter is quite tortuous and complicated.

When she glanced at Bohan, she joked: "He didn't let me do it."

A low laugh escaped Bo Hanshi's voice, "Do you still hold grudges?"

The two of them talked, half-hidden and half-hidden.

Zhou Miao didn't understand their situation, so naturally she couldn't understand what they were talking about. She wanted to find a topic to talk about, but it was obvious that she couldn't continue talking about each topic and ended as soon as it started.

But she didn't give up, so she asked: "By the way, Senior Bo, Yuyu, when are you planning to hold a wedding? Remember to send me invitations then. Yuyu, you are my best roommate in college. Come to think of it, At that time, the three of us often went to the cafeteria to eat together, so how about I invite you to have dinner with Senior Bo next week?"

Qiao Yu and Bo Hanshi's personalities are relatively slow to warm up, and they are not the kind of people who can quickly connect with "half-baked" friends.

In particular, this person may not be considered a friend.

Especially Bo Hanshi and Zhou Miao had no friendship at all.

When Qiao Yu turned her head and glanced at Bo Han, he was obviously not happy, so she declined: "Next time when you are free, he has a dinner next week."

Zhou Miao felt a little regretful, pulled her lips and smiled, "Senior Bo is so busy. What about you, Yuyu? Since you are not working now, you always have time to go out to eat and go shopping, right?"

Qiao Yu hasn't spoken yet.

Bo Hanshi was already a step ahead and answered for her: "Yu Yu is not free, she has to be with me."

Hearing this, Zhou Miao said matter-of-factly: "Yuyu, are you so clingy? That's right, people's hearts are not as old as they used to be, and there are too many people with purpose. You have to keep a close eye on them to avoid..."

Bo Hanshi interrupted her in a lukewarm tone, "You're wrong. I can't live without Yuyu."

Qiao Yu: "..."

Zhou Miao laughed awkwardly, "That's right... There aren't many good men like Senior Bo anymore, Yuyu, you have to cherish him."

Bo Hanshi frowned, as if he was already annoyed, and said to Qiao Yu, "Drive well, I'll take a nap, and call me when you get there."

The implication is: shut up.

This man really has a bad temper.

Qiao Yu held back her laughter and continued driving without saying anything.

The atmosphere inside the car was so quiet that it felt eerie.

Zhou Miao was silent for a long time. As if she couldn't help it, she came up from the back seat and asked Qiao Yu who was driving in front of her: "Yuyu, the diamond ring on your hand is so big. Is it expensive? How much does it cost?"

Qiao Yu really didn't know the specific price, "I don't know, people who know are already asleep."

Zhou Miao was slightly surprised, "Aren't you even curious?"

"Not curious."

It's not that she was deliberately showing off, but that she knew very well that with Bo Hanshi's current worth, he would definitely spend a lot of money. It was just a matter of a few extra zeros at the end.

The rain of pink fireworks bloomed brilliantly for about half an hour and burned away 5.2 million.

How much is this diamond ring worth? Do you still need to ask?

The main thing is that Bo Hanshi has done this behavior of burning money too many times, so Qiao Yu will naturally not be curious anymore.

Zhou Miao sighed and said, "Yuyu, I envy you so much. Senior Bo is not only powerful, but also willing to treat you well. Some successful men are just successful themselves and will not be generous to their other half."

"Senior Bo must have a lot of resources around him, right? Yuyu, can you ask Senior Bo to introduce me to a few people? Even if it doesn't work, just use it as a personal connection."

She just finished speaking.

The man in the passenger seat suddenly said quietly: "You need to be strong to make iron. The lid goes with the pot. The person I know is not suitable for you."

Bo Hanshi spoke very straightforwardly, until he didn't care about the other person's face.

Zhou Miao's face instantly turned pale. She bit her lip in grievance and asked, "Senior Bo, am I not good-looking?"

Qiao Yu glanced at Zhou Miao in the back seat through the car mirror.

Zhou Miao looked like she was in tears. She looked downcast and pitiful.

Qiao Yu comforted her casually: "That's not what he meant. I think you are quite beautiful."

Bao Han was particularly disrespectful and said in an indifferent voice: "The most valuable thing about a person is self-knowledge. Good-looking people don't ask others whether they look good all the time."