Bo Shao's apex is a boss

Chapter 113 Quarrel
"Yun Qi seems to have come with Uncle Yun, and I'm afraid he's still with Grandpa Bo at the moment." Mu Jiu took the teapot on the stone table, looked at it, found that there was no water, put down the teacup, and spoke softly.

"Ah, that's it, then I'll call again later." Bo Zhiji put down the phone resentfully, if his grandfather was right by his side when he called, heh, cool.

Mu Jiu laughed, but didn't speak, her eyes fell on those flowers, the street lights were on, and the warm lights shone, they were very beautiful.

Bo Zhiji felt bored, seeing that Mu Jiu was interested in flowers, he introduced them to Mu Jiu with great interest, "Some of these precious flower seeds were airlifted by my grandfather from abroad, and they were cultivated by himself. They are rare varieties of drunken hibiscus... ..."

Mu Jiu listened with interest.

Neither of them noticed that on the other side, someone approached the garden quietly, stayed for a while, and then left quietly.

After a while, Bo Zhiji finished his introduction, and lazily leaned on the side pillar to play the game, lowered the volume, and played it outside.

Mu Jiu was still sitting on the seat, when a servant came over with tea, Mu Jiu lazily looked at the night scene, holding the teacup in her plain hand, sipping tea slowly.

There was a slight movement in the grass not far away.

"Hiss~hiss~" There was a slight sound in a slightly noisy environment, and if you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't hear it.

"What's the sound?" Mu Jiu was used to being vigilant, put down her teacup, and looked around.

Bo Zhiji was still leaning on him. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and gave Mu Jiu a strange look, "What is that sound? Why didn't I hear it?"

"Wow, it's time to s!" After saying that, he looked down at his mobile phone, the blood bar was almost empty, he immediately pressed the flash button, and ran home.

Mu Jiu frowned, and looked around, but didn't see anything. The sound of Bo Zhiji's mobile game was playing, and she couldn't quite tell what it was.

There was a trace of uneasiness in my heart.

"Have you finished the game yet?" Mu Jiu asked a little annoyed when she pricked up her ears to hear the sound of the game.

Bo Zhiji was stunned for a moment, looked at the game page, defeat, and felt a little angry.

"Mu Jiu, why are you so fierce? Did I provoke you?" Throwing the phone on the table with a snap, her tone was not kind.

Mu Jiu ignored Bo Zhiji's anger, now the game sound is turned off, and the surroundings are completely quiet.

She felt seldom wrong, there must be something in these flowers and grass.

Standing up, I was about to go to the place where I heard the voice before, but was stopped by the man.

Bo Zhijiu's expression turned ugly, "Mu Jiu, what are you doing? If you're a friend, please explain."

Who would like to look at people's faces for nothing.

Fortunately, he still protects her so much.

"There's something here, I'll go and have a look, just stand here and don't move." Mu Jiu frowned, and glanced at the grass not far away, which stretched all the way to the pavilion.

There are also some vines that meander directly to the pavilion and wrap around the pillars.

Lift your feet and walk towards the grass not far away. There are lights all around, so you don't have to worry about not seeing it.

Seeing Mu Jiu's serious expression, Bo Zhiji was discouraged and continued to lean against the pillar.

His eyes followed Mu Jiu to look at the grass, and after looking for a long time, he didn't see anything, so he said casually, "My grass is taken care of by someone every day, there won't be anything... You look so carefully, maybe you can't return it." There are poisonous snakes..."

Mu Jiu didn't speak, and didn't move closer to look at the grass. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a wooden stick in another corner, and her uneasiness grew stronger.

Walking to the corner, looking at the pavilion from this angle, you can see it clearly, and reached out to pick up the stick.

Pushing back the grass inch by inch, the dense grass showed no signs of being crushed, Mu Jiu frowned, and walked along the grass little by little to the pavilion with a wooden stick.

(End of this chapter)