Love strangers, refuse to love Mr. President

332 Qingdai Fusu 10 The woman was shocked and heartbroken, but Secretary Ma of the village who came with the woman was curious.

Curious that this mysterious Mr. Bo still has such a tender side to women.

You know, there are countless women in these three miles and five villages who love Mr. Bo, but he has kept a long distance from them all these years, so far that it can even be called indifference.

Among other things, Assistant Chen in front of him is one of the women who admire him.

Speaking of Assistant Chen, she is a stunner, even a man would feel a little eager to move after seeing it.

But he stared at such a stunner all day long, not even taking a second look.

But now all the brows and eyes were softened, all the indifference was suppressed, and the sleeves were rolled up, pushing the girl on the swing.

What's more, when he saw them coming, he raised his hand and made a silent gesture to them, signaling them not to disturb the girl's elegant mood, and made no secret of his doting on the girl.

They just stood there and waited, watching him push the girl on the swing.

It wasn't until the girl had had enough swings that he pulled the swing to make it stop steadily.

He took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead. After the girl jumped off the swing, she saw his behavior and laughed at him unceremoniously.

"Are you tired and sweating? It seems that you are really old, haha, you used to—"

The girl wanted to say something more, but when she saw them standing aside with her big eyes, she stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, and retreated behind him.

Secretary Ma was a little shocked. This girl actually disliked Mr. Bo?

You know, for a man like Mr. Bo, at the age of 36, it is the most glorious age in a man's life.

A man of this age is mature, stable and introverted. He has lost the immaturity of his twenties, and has not yet lost the old-fashionedness of his forties. Coupled with this Mr. Bo's own temperament, he is simply a model of a perfect man.

Besides, they have been standing here for half an hour, that is to say, Mr. Bo has been pushing her on the swing for half an hour, can they not be tired and sweat?If it were him, he would probably be out of breath after 10 minutes, but Mr. Bo only sweated a little, and his physical strength is already very good.

So, how can you use the word old to describe Mr. Bo?

What shocked Secretary Ma even more was that Mr. Bo was not annoyed by the fact that the girl disliked him for being old. He just calmly wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, then put away the handkerchief and said to the girl,

"I still have work to talk about. Do you want to hang out or do something else?"

The girl glanced at them with some embarrassment, then pulled his sleeve close to him and whispered,

"I want to go to your office to surf the Internet for a while."

"Ah."

Mr. Bo took the girl's hand naturally, and then formally greeted them,

"Sorry for keeping you waiting."

Secretary Ma laughed,

"No, but Mr. Bo is really in a good mood."

While talking, Secretary Ma looked at the girl beside him. The girl was pretty and cute, but her eyes were bright. In Secretary Ma's opinion, this girl was not as good as Assistant Chen, who had a very ugly complexion beside her. Well, at least his body is not as good as Assistant Chen's, but somehow he caught Mr. Bo's eyes.

That's right, the matter of feelings, it's always like this, everyone's eyes are different.

Why you like it, why you love it, no one can really explain clearly.

Mr. Bo walked into the room holding the girl's hand and said to Secretary Ma who was walking side by side,

"I can't help it, she likes to swing, and I have to accompany her even if I'm not in the mood."

Although the words seemed helpless, there was endless pampering hidden in that tone.

Secretary Ma had nothing to say, and Assistant Chen who was following them was even more silent.

The four entered the room, Bo Qingdai walked towards his office alone, the three of them were going to the conference room, when Bo Qingdai turned to leave, Bao Fusu said to her softly,

"My computer's password is your name plus 520."

The few people present were startled, but Bo Qingdai looked back at him in astonishment, then ran into his office with his head down.

Just stuck it on the door of his office, clutching his inexplicably throbbing chest, and silently recited the password he said: qingdai520, Qingdai, I love you.

Sitting in front of his computer, she just entered this password, thinking that he would enter this password every time he turned on the computer, and would say Qingdai I love you like this, her heart couldn't stop trembling.

Bo Fusu, Secretary Ma, and Assistant Chen went to the conference room to discuss the planting of a new batch of medicinal materials. After sitting down, Bao Fusu looked up and asked Assistant Chen, as if thinking of something.

"Are there any snacks and drinks in the refrigerator?"

Because their discussion will last for a long time, Bao Fusu is worried that she will be bored surfing the Internet by herself, and he also knows that she likes to eat snacks when surfing the Internet.

Assistant Chen listened to him caring about the girl so much, and tried hard to maintain his smile,

"It doesn't seem to be there anymore."

He frowned slightly,

"Well, you go to the small shop to buy some, and ask for a few boxes of yogurt, juice, potato chips—"

He explained one by one, and when he said this, he suddenly frowned even deeper, and finally got up directly,

"Forget it, I'll go buy it myself, you don't know her taste."

After saying this, he said to Secretary Ma on the side,

"Sorry, I'm going to the small shop."

What else can Secretary Ma say, his mind is completely on that girl now, if he doesn't settle down with that girl, he probably won't be in the mood to have a meeting with him.

So I can only laugh,

"It's okay, it's okay, you just go."

Watching his figure disappear at the door of the office, Secretary Ma looked at Assistant Chen, her beautiful face was full of loss and sadness, Secretary Ma kindly comforted her,

"Xiao Chen, you have also seen that Mr. Bo treats his little girlfriend very dearly, so don't be sad, this twisted melon is not sweet."

Assistant Chen sat there with her eyes downcast. Of course she knew that a twisted melon is not sweet, and she also knew that love requires mutual gratification. However, it is one thing to understand these principles, but it is another thing to really let go. thing.

That year, she just listened to one of his lectures on traditional Chinese medicine and fell in love with him. His maturity and elegance, his erudition and versatility made her obsessed with him like she lost her soul.

Later, she found out that he was studying medicinal materials on this mountain, and that it was very difficult for the school to invite him to give lectures. He could go out once or twice a year, and the rest of the time was Hide the world in a small mountain village near here.

After graduation, she gave up the great job opportunity and future in Wencheng, and came here to be his assistant, trying her best to make him fall in love with her, but he was so indifferent to her that she was almost ruthless.

But the more ruthless he is, the more pure and self-loving he is, the more she thinks he is a rare good man, the more infatuated he is, the more unable to extricate herself.

She doesn't pay attention to other women who admire her at all, such as the little girl in the small shop, or the coquettish young widow. She thinks she has dumped them several blocks.

She wants to have a degree, a figure, a figure, and the ability to work, but those are just vulgar village women, what do they have to compete with her?

He has never had a woman by his side, so she has always had hope in her heart.

How did she know that this girl who appeared out of nowhere today has won so much favor from him, completely shattering all her hopes, how could she not be sad?

Secretary Ma originally wanted to comfort this lovelorn Assistant Chen out of good intentions. After this assistant Chen came to their village, he also helped Mr. Bo a lot and made a lot of contributions to the development of their village, so Secretary Ma still cared about her.

It's just that he didn't expect his words of comfort to make Assistant Chen look like he was about to cry. He was very embarrassed,

"Hey, what happened to you young people is really troublesome."

When Bao Fusu pushed open the door of the canteen and went in, the girl in the canteen's eyes were straightened, and she just watched him frowning in astonishment, unable to speak.

"Mr. Bo, you—"

You know, apart from buying a bottle of water occasionally, Bao Fusu has almost never stepped into her canteen.

There were a few young people around the small shop, smoking and playing cards. The smog made Bao Fusu, who had never smoked, immediately frowned. Seeing this, the little girl scolded them coldly,

"You all choked out the cigarettes for me. You have no quality. What will you do if Mr. Bo is ruined by the smoke?"

Bao Fusu ignored her, pointed behind her with a slender finger,

"Bring me a pack of potato chips, a pack of shrimp crackers, two packs of plums, a bottle of orange juice, and a few boxes of jujube-flavored yogurt."

The little girl followed his instructions and brought all the things he wanted, and put them in bags. He counted them with downcast eyes, and asked calmly,

"how much is it?"

The little girl's eyes were full of light when she looked at him,

"for free."

Bao Fusu raised his eyebrows,

"This is for the girl I brought today, don't you want money?"

The little girl was so angry when she heard it, she didn't even think about it, she asked him directly,

"100 yuan!"

Bao Fusu took out a one hundred yuan bill, put it on the counter just like that, then turned and left with the things.

She asked for 100 yuan, which saved the change, otherwise he would have to stay in the small shop for a few more seconds.