Addicted to pretending to be good, paranoid Mr. Bo can't stop

"This child is less talkative than ordinary children."

"Are you sure you want to adopt him?"

The dean of the orphanage looked at Bo Chenchuan with worried eyes, he was always holding the wooden box.

He stared out the window dully, as if whether he could be adopted or not had nothing to do with him.

Compared to other kids who were frantically seeking performance, he seemed too abnormal among the crowd.

"No, I want him." Old Man Bo looked at the child in front of him with satisfaction.

He is taller than everyone else, except that he doesn't like to talk.

At a glance, it was the rich man in the crowd.

The dean had a slightly strange expression on his face, and said with a soft sigh, "This kid is good, and this delicate person will please people."

Old Man Bo looked at the boy sitting with Bo Chenchuan, who looked no different from him.

He is also the noble son he wants.

It's just that Tao Yu didn't have that drive, and she kept reciting the story idioms she had learned.

Even though he is only five years old, he already knows a lot of ancient poems.

Old Man Bo laughed.

When Bo Chenchuan heard the voice and looked up, he saw Mr. Bo waving at him.

He stood up slowly and walked towards the door.

Mr. Bo had a kind smile on his face, "What's your name?"

"I...I don't know."

After Bo Chenchuan finished answering, he lowered his head, as if he felt that he had said something wrong.

The dean saw his nervousness, and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, "Since you have been spotted by others, you have to behave well in the future."

"I can get one for you." Mr. Bo stroked his hair tenderly.

He raised his head, his dark eyes flashed with anticipation, "Really?"

"Of course." Old Man Bo nodded, let Bo Chenchuan sit down, took out a pen and paper, and prepared to write his name.

He looked at the name on it, and suddenly froze, then looked up at Mr. Bo.

Mr. Bo asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

He shook his head and didn't speak.

Mr. Bo continued to write a name for him with a pen: Bo Chenchuan.

He took the note with a smile and played with it carefully.

He likes it, the name.

When old man Bo was chatting with the dean, he turned around and saw that Bo Chenchuan had fallen asleep.

Bo Chenchuan's sleeping posture is very dignified and elegant, different from that of ordinary children.

"Are you sure you want to take him back again?" The dean looked at Bao Chenchuan who was sleeping solemnly, and there was only worry in his eyes at the moment.

The dean also knew what kind of person Mr. Bo was.

Everyone in the Beijing circle also knew that he was just a profiteer. If this kid followed him, he would definitely not have a good life in the future.

His true face gradually revealed his viciousness, and he clenched the Dean's arm tightly, "If you don't tell me about this matter, who will know his real identity?"

"What's more, this child is so well-behaved and sensible, he will definitely be excellent in the future."

The dean's expression was always dignified, "It's because he is too sensible that people can't help feeling sorry for him."

"Mmm!" Old Man Bo's eyes fell on the sleeping child, with complex lights shining in his eyes.

Suddenly he pulled the dean's neckline violently, "Don't forget, he is my child." His voice gradually increased.

The originally complicated light gradually faded away.

"Don't meddle in your own business, and handle the adoption procedures for me."

The dean pondered for a moment, and finally nodded, "I know what to do, I just hope you don't regret it."

"Don't worry!" Mr. Bo said calmly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "You won't lose any money."

He paused for a moment, looked at Bo Chenchuan who was being picked up, and the signing hand became more and more hesitant, "I don't want the money."

"As long as you can treat this child well, I don't want him to be your scapegoat."

Mr. Bo paused in his heart, sneered but immediately became serious, "I will."

After he finished speaking, he left the orphanage, leaving the director alone.

The Dean's eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and he had a premonition in his heart.

Supporting his body, he walked slowly towards the children who were in the playground.

Looking at Tao Yu's direction kindly with a smile on his face, his voice was a little trembling, "Do you want to have a home?"

Tao Yu was also very sensible, and could tell at a glance that something was wrong with the dean's expression.

Standing up straight, his body less than one meter tall, he said seriously, "I think!"

"Frozen has been adopted and taken away, I want it too!"

The dean wanted to laugh when Tao Yu called Bo Chenchuan frozen, his brows gradually relaxed a lot, "You take this letter to Tao's house, and they will take you home."

"But you mustn't look inside, you know?"

Tao Yu didn't understand.

But the one who treats him best in this orphanage is the dean, and he also treats him as his own father.

He didn't dare to ask too many questions, so he got on the school bus of the orphanage and headed outside.

at the same time.

The old man Bo's eyes in the car slowly fell on the sleeping Bo Chenchuan in the back seat and said to the driver, "I'll deal with the principal later."

"Don't let people show their feet."

The driver looked a little scared, and asked tremblingly, "The relationship between the dean and us for so many years, are you sure you want to deal with it?"

He stopped his movements and looked in the direction of the driver.

"If you save his life, something bad will happen in the future." His voice was very calm, but his eyes were full of cruelty.

"But I never thought of letting him die." Mr. Bo's voice was calm, but the driver felt the strong murderous intent in his tone.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the driver, then took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took two deep puffs.

"You have been with me for more than 20 years, I trust you, he is offside."

"I really think of myself as my son's father." He said while looking sideways at the scenery outside the window, with a calm tone, "He should have retired a long time ago."

"Then I understand, I'll do it right away."

The driver responded, started the car and left.

At the moment the car drove away, the dean's house caught fire, destroying all the evidence.

Mr. Bo watched without changing his expression, staring at the fire behind him, "This time the fire must be completely burned."

"There must be no mistakes in the slightest. You must personally watch his body burn."

His voice could not help but send a chill down the driver's spine, but he never dared to show any doubts.

Mr. Bo continued, "At least our current group can be saved."

The scary voice made the driver nod repeatedly.

"Bo Chenchuan is the newly rising sun of our group."

He lay in the back seat of the car and listened quietly to the two talking, but he still didn't dare to open his eyes.

Bo Chenchuan pretended to be asleep and listened to all these words. An inexplicable anger rose in his heart when he was only five years old.