On the other side, Bo Qichen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the protected roses, and slowly looked away.
Retracting his gaze, Bo Qichen walked back to the room, glanced at the time, and went downstairs to the restaurant.
Watch as the maids bring lunch one after another.
He didn't have much appetite, although he was the only one at the table, although Dongfang Bo and a few people were not here, but obviously this was not the point.
The point is "Seven Words and Words" Bo Qichen picked up the knife and put it down, then turned his head and asked.
Hearing this, the maid paused as he prepared to retreat, and then said respectfully: "Butler Xiaoqi just said that there was something, and then he went out with an umbrella." ” "It's out" Bo Qichen frowned, a little displeased.
"I didn't say why" It's raining, and what can I do when I go out "It seems that Dongfang Xiaojie is looking for it."
Picking up the knife, Bo Qichen frowned and ate his lunch the whole time, looking like he had something on his mind.
Halfway through eating, listening to the rumbling thunder outside, Bo Qichen dropped the knife a little irritably, and then instructed the servant to call Yan Yanqi.
After a long time, the maid walked back, "Seventh Master, no one answered the phone of the little seventh housekeeper." ” Suddenly, the air in the entire dining room cooled down, and when he got up, Bo Qichen left the dining room and strode out, and then took the phone on the coffee table in the living room and called Yan Yanqi unconvincedly, and the result was the same as what the maid said. changed the number, and Bo Qichen called Dongfang Bo directly.
Dongfang Shiyu found Yanyan Seven phone numbers at this time, after all, for a scholar with a memory beyond ordinary people, Dongfang Bo had already memorized the phone number of Mansion No. 7.
Generally, if you can call him from the phone of Mansion No. 7, it should be that the seventh master's own mobile phone is not around.
"Seventh Master."
Dongfang Bo spoke directly.
Bo Qichen got straight to the point: "Oriental poetry." ” "Hmm" Dongfang Bo was stunned for a moment, then picked the glasses on the bridge of his nose, reacted instantly, and replied: "Shiyu is at home, is something wrong?"
Hearing his answer, Bo Qichen's eyes sank, and the hand holding the phone used strength, and his tone was a little cold: "Now immediately, I want to hear the voice of Oriental poetry." ” Although Dongfang Bo was strange, he still hurriedly and obediently went to the next door and hurriedly knocked on the door of Dongfang Shiyu.
After a long time, Dongfang Shiyu opened the door in a daze, looking like he had just woken up.
Well, it was supposed to be a rainy day when it was time to sleep.
"What's wrong, brother?"
Simple four words, Bo Qichen heard it clearly on the phone, Oriental poetry is in the old house of the Dongfang family, so Yan Yanqi is on the way to Dongfang's house, or is he not going to Dongfang's house at all "The Seventh Master is looking for you."
Dongfang Bo directly turned on the hands-free button on his mobile phone, and then handed it over.
Dongfang Shiyu held the mobile phone, instantly sobered up more than half of the sleepy, and in the blink of an eye, he heard Bo Qichen's voice coming: "Have you communicated with Yan Yanqi recently?"
"Eh" inexplicably, pouting, Oriental poet replied obediently: "No." ” "What have you done in just an hour, haven't you called or texted Yan Qi" When he said this, Bo Qichen had already put on the coat handed by the servant, looking ready to go out at any time
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