The boss has no descendants, but he encounters four smaller versions of himself

Lin An paused, clearly not expecting this answer: "Okay, Mr. Bo."

In the past, due to the president's workaholic nature, he would not rest all year round and would personally oversee everything.

Now he says he won't do the job and he keeps talking about his wife every day, saying all the good and bad things about her. Now that Mr. Bo is blind it is inconvenient for him to go to the company. I'm afraid he won't want to go to the company even when his eyes recover.

As expected, people are different after falling in love.

Bo Jingzhou coughed lightly, and Lin An immediately said goodbye and left.

There were only two people left in the study, and it was so quiet that they could only hear the slight sound of the spoon stirring in the coffee cup.

Su Yutang explained: "I have no intention of interfering in the company's business. It's just that your eyes are not convenient, so I want to share the burden with you temporarily. When you get better, I will hand it over to you."

Bo Jingzhou chuckled: "I know, it's because I didn't think of it earlier. I have a good wife who knows everything, but I didn't use her earlier and did everything myself."

Su Yutang: "A virtuous...a virtuous wife?"

"Why, you don't like this name?" He tilted his head slightly, his voice low and gentle.

Su Yutang's ears burned. Bo Jingzhou had always been a man of few words, but now not only was he blind, he also made fun of her.

"If you don't like it, I'll prepare some fruit for you." She made up an excuse to escape from this heart-pounding atmosphere.

The smile in Bo Jingzhou's eyes faded. He felt a little disappointed when he heard her say that she didn't like it. But because he couldn't see, he couldn't tell what her expression was at the moment.

But if he could see it, he would see Su Yutang blushing.

......

In the hospital, Boone and Butch were lying on the hospital bed, groaning in pain.

Both of their hands had undergone surgery and were now wrapped in thick gauze, like big white dumplings.

Bu Qi said angrily: "I'm so angry, not only is the ring fake, but we've also been tricked!"

Boone stared at the ceiling with a sinister look in his eyes.

His left hand was injured by the explosion and all five fingers were missing.

But he was not convinced: "Tell me, are we really that stupid?"

The words that Dabao said last time that he was a fool lingered in his ears, piercing his heart like a thorn.

Even a kid says he is a fool, is he really a fool?

Butch was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"

"That brat...Su Yutang's son, said I was stupid." Boone's voice was barely perceptible with fragility. "Even a child said that..."

Now they have been deceived by a fake ring, confirming their label as fools.

Butch sneered: "Why are you competing with a little brat?"

Boone didn't respond. Growing up, his father Lawrence had never given him a single word of affirmation, always saying things like "not good enough," "not strong enough," or "not cruel enough." Now even a child could see through his incompetence...

Although his body was in pain, Boone silently made up his mind that he must learn Chinese well to surprise everyone and not be fooled by them because of the language barrier.

Suddenly, the phone rang. It was Lawrence calling.

Boone answered the phone with his good hand: "Father."

His voice was broken by pain. "We...were tricked...the ring was fake...there was a bomb..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then a cold voice came: "Idiot."

Boone's face turned even paler: "Father, I...my hand..."

He also wanted to complain, saying that his hand was injured and he needed to go back for better treatment.

But Lawrence didn't give them any chance at all: "You two idiots, if you can't complete the mission, don't come back."

After that, he hung up the phone directly.

The "beep-beep" busy tone sounded particularly harsh in the ward.

Boone's hands were shaking slightly, and he didn't know whether it was because of anger or pain.

He's an idiot again, even his father says he's an idiot.

"Brother, did we... underestimate our opponent?" Butch asked in a low voice.

Boone gnashed his teeth, each word punctuated by a painful gasp: "Su Yutang... Bo Jingzhou... I will... make them... pay for their blood debt with blood..."

"But we can't even get out of bed now!" Butch looked at her tightly bandaged hands in frustration.

A sly glint flashed in Boone's eyes: "We don't need to do it ourselves."

He motioned Butch to come closer, enduring the pain and leaning close to her ear, "Remember your father's secret weapon?"

Butch narrowed her eyes. "You mean... Plan X?"

Boone nodded and gave a cruel smile: "It's time to start."

......

At this time, Lawrence, who was thousands of miles away, was also lying in a luxurious ward.

"Waste! All of it!" He swept the medicine bottle on the bedside table to the ground, and glass fragments and pills flew everywhere.

The two men in the ward lowered their heads and dared not breathe.

Ever since their young master was injured by a landmine, his temper has become even more violent than before. His once handsome face is now wrapped in bandages, revealing only a pair of sinister blue eyes and a tightly drawn mouth.

Lawrence pursed his lips in anger. If he hadn't been recuperating in this damn hospital, he would have gone to get the ring himself!

They can't even do such a small thing, they are really two useless children.

When he thought of his miserable condition, not only was his body injured, but his face was also disfigured. His handsome face was so handsome that Lawrence was so angry that he asked his men to light a cigarette for him.

A subordinate tremblingly handed over a cigar and a lighter: "Master, calm down..."

Lawrence took the cigar and put it in his mouth. Just as he was about to light it, he suddenly saw his bandaged face in the reflective mirror of the lighter.

At that moment, he froze and his eyes became even more sinister.

Lawrence suddenly jumped up, raised his foot, and kicked his subordinate to the ground: "Idiot, idiot, get out of here too!"

"Everyone get out of here!"

The subordinate fell heavily on the broken glass, and blood immediately oozed from his back, but he didn't dare to cry out in pain. Until he rolled out, he still couldn't figure out why Master Lawrence was so angry.

One of them spat out a mouthful of blood foam and muttered in a low voice: "Madman..."

Less than a minute after the ward door was closed, it was pushed open again.

"Didn't I tell you to get out?" Lawrence roared without even turning his head, and picked up the water cup to throw at him.

"You're still so angry even though you're in the hospital. Don't you want to get better?"

Liz's voice made Lawrence's hand freeze in mid-air. He turned slowly and saw Liz leaning against the door frame, her red lips slightly raised, her eyes full of sneer.

"Why are you here?" Lawrence subconsciously pulled the bandage on his face, not wanting anyone to see his miserable appearance, especially Liz.

Liz walked into the ward and said calmly, "I heard that you were half-crippled by a landmine. Come and see how miserable the young master of the Bron family is."