My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 1028 - 762: Bo Zhi 13_3

Bo Jian here is bearing a huge burden. The Bo Family naturally attracts attention, so sales aren’t a worry. But if this person can’t be interviewed, everything is just empty talk.

Mou Wen also knows what Deputy Editor Ding is anxious about. Xiaoxiao didn’t say much, just refused, "Let’s leave it at this, Deputy Editor Ding. I have other matters to attend to here. As for President Bo, you all better find a way yourselves."

Deputy Editor Ding knows she doesn’t want to say more, replies with a sound, and hangs up the phone.

Mou Wen walks back to the dining room and sits across from the child, eating face to face. Despite his age, his table manners are extraordinarily refined.

The features between his brows are particularly similar to that person.

Thinking about the previous meeting at the Cappuccino, Mou Wen’s fingers trembled.

She shakes off the shadow in her mind.

What’s the point in thinking, they’re already disconnected from each other.

...

Bo Zhi hangs up Bo Jian’s call and returns to the lab nonchalantly. But just as he hasn’t started working, there’s a knock on the door.

"Dean, someone is looking for you."

"Who?"

The researcher replies, "It’s the journalist who came to find you before. We’ve told her you don’t accept interviews, but she still comes every day punctually.

The gatekeeper is scared of her."

So isn’t this why they’ve come to ask him what to do?

This person’s thoughts, the one who is the leader and founder, are something they’re afraid to guess on their own.

Bo Zhi frowns with disgust, originally intending to say, "Just send her away," but then he inexplicably recalls the name Bo Jian mentioned earlier.

In his mind, he thinks back to that night, the face he saw at the Cappuccino.

He sneers, "Have her wait in the conference room. I’ll be there in five minutes."

The person blinks unexpectedly, "Dean, are you planning to accept the interview?"

"No way, that’s not the dean’s style. If it’s not to accept the interview, then what’s the reason?"

Bo Zhi looks over coldly, and the researcher immediately shuts up, turns around, and quickly leaves the lab.

Meisha hears the news that she is allowed to go in and wait, still thinking she misheard, standing stunned for a while.

The gatekeeper frowns looking at the girl, "You’re allowed to go in, before you were pestering here incessantly when you couldn’t go in. Now that you’re allowed in, you don’t go, what are you thinking?"

Meisha comes to her senses, follows the image of the researcher walking inside, and follows step by step.

Several times she wanted to speak, but seeing others act indifferent, she decided not to speak to avoid leaving a bad impression.

After walking for a few minutes, the researcher takes her to a small conference room.

He finally speaks, "You wait a bit, our dean will be here shortly."

"Excuse me..."

Seeing he’s about to leave, Meisha quickly stops him, "Excuse me, is your dean accepting my interview now?"

The researcher frowns, looking at Meisha’s eager face, responds coldly, "Don’t know, whether to accept the interview or not, the dean decides, we don’t.

And, coming in doesn’t mean you will get the interview, when has our research institute’s dean ever accepted interviews? Don’t you get it?"

People with strength often have pride.

But they won’t be rude.

Meisha doesn’t even pretend, which makes people somewhat annoyed.

Meisha also feels that her manner of speaking might not be pleasant to the other side, so she quickly waves her hand, "I didn’t mean it like that."

The researcher shrugs, "I don’t care what you mean, anyway, whatever you want to ask, want to consult, our dean will personally tell you, just wait for a bit."

Meisha: "..."

The researcher soon leaves, and after the door is pulled open from outside, Meisha lifts her eyes, and the first thing she sees is a flawless face.

As cold as it is, yet astonishingly handsome.

Her first feeling deep inside is that after so many years, the boy who gave the speech back then is still as good-looking.

Even though he is used to such stares, Bo Zhi is still uncomfortable, so he looks at Meisha without betraying his emotions and speaks, "Which magazine institution are you from?"

"Mingjiang."

After a few seconds of pause, Meisha replies.

She doesn’t know why he asked such a question right off the bat, but since he asked, of course, she has to answer.

Bo Zhi nods, chooses the furthest seat to sit down, and then lifts his eyes to stare at her, "You’ve been waiting outside our research institute for this period, having a big impact on us, can you not come anymore?"

Meisha never expected that it would actually be because of this issue that she was called in.

Her face turned a mix of green and purple.