C179 A Day on Strike
C179 A Day on Strike
"I know, Boss Bo has already given you a leave of absence. You have worked hard to take care of him for the whole night, so it's only right that you rest for a day. Anyway, he is still filming Qu Wanqian's scenes. Oh right, Boss Bo just invested another 30 million into the production crew. "
Tang Qingge was dumbfounded.
Director Huang's voice became even more amiable. "Do you have anything else?"
"I'm fine."
After hanging up the phone, Tang Qingge rubbed her dizzy head and got out of bed. The bed beside her had long been cold. She did not know when the big boss woke up, but she actually slept so soundly that she did not even know when he woke up.
Putting on her shoes, she went out to look for the big boss.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the man worked in front of the table. The sunlight sprinkled on his body like a layer of golden-red light. The cold and hard blades on his body turned into gentle rays under the sunlight. The moment Tang Qingge raised her eyes, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"Come here."
The man said in a deep voice.
His voice was no longer cold and hard. Instead, it became more gentle.
Tang Qingge slept until her face turned red. She moved closer to Bo Qichen as if she was bewitched. She coughed lightly and quickly chased away the unrealistic thoughts in her mind. Was her brain damaged? She actually felt that the big boss was approachable.
"About that, boss, when did you wake up?"
He lifted his eyelids and looked at her.
"Noon."
"Have you recovered?" Wang Yao asked.
"Yes," Wang Yao said.
It seemed that her 'pillow' was quite useful.
The air was filled with awkwardness. The man asked and answered, and even a single word jumped out, making people feel very awkward. Tang Qingge's stomach was full of words that she could not hold back.
She thought to herself, luckily he was only her boss. If it was her husband, her future marriage life would be like writing miserable words, lonely as snow!
Tang Qingge thought of proper business and said, "Boss, by the way, this is my remorse letter and these three cards. I will return them to you."
The man's gaze landed on the stack of remorse letters and three cards on the table. His jaw suddenly tightened and he received the remorse letter and returned the cards to her.
"No need."
"But there's a lot of money in here, I can't accept it."
The man looked at her. "You don't like it?"
Tang Qingge felt her scalp go numb. She scratched the back of her head. "Ah? No..."
It was almost visible to the naked eye. The man's attitude instantly turned cold. He turned his head away and no longer looked at her. He said in a non-negotiable tone, "I've already given you the card. What you want to do is up to you. If you don't like it, you can throw it away."
F * ck!
Tang Qingge was stunned for a long time. When she saw that the big boss ignored her, she reacted and quickly put the card in her arms. She hugged it like her precious son.
"I like it. Who says I don't like it!?"
What she liked the most was money!
Bo Qichen glanced at her and did not comment. There was a complicated and helpless look in his eyes.
Tang Qingge happily put the card into her bag and then asked the man, "Boss, did you invest another 30 million into our crew?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"There's no reason."
"Why is there no reason?"
Their eyes met.
Tang Qingge grinned and touched her nose. She could not admit that she was courting death and deliberately wanted the man to say a few more words. She coughed lightly and cupped her hands towards the man and bowed, "Thank you, Big Boss. Big Boss is a person of wealth and is close to hundreds of millions of people. I wish Big Boss a bright future and I wish you a bright future. I wish you a bright future and I wish you a bright future. "
The man looked at her flashy actions and did not know what to say. There were always words in her words. It was not what she meant, but no one could tell what she meant.