Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

Shen Fanxing put down his chopsticks.

Yu Song looked at her suspiciously but calmly.

"Tesuke Yu, please go back first, I'll finish everything. I don't like being stared at like this while eating."

Yu Song thought for a while, then nodded.

"I see, Miss Shen. Then take it easy, I'll go first."

"Okay." Shen Fanxing responded lightly, then put down his chopsticks and wanted to stand up.

"Miss Shen must stay."

Yu Song continued, Shen Fanxing paused for a while, then sat down again.

"Then I won't send it." Shen Fanxing said with a frown.

Yu Song nodded again, finally turned around, and stepped out of the ward. The secret scrutiny and vigilance just now disappeared from his eyes.

He was still shocked when he heard that the husband asked him to bring something to eat for this Miss Shen.

I have never seen a husband who would take the initiative to care about a strange woman who met by chance, and the purpose of his pursuit was obvious.

He couldn't help but wonder, and even wondered for the first time whether the decision of Mr. was too hasty, and came with the purpose of being curious about this woman and judging it.

In just a few minutes of getting along, he knew that this woman's temperament and literacy were excellent.

It is not without reason that Mr. can choose her.

"There will be some time until next Friday. You two have a look and see if you can meet Su Heng's parents."

"Yeah. Got it." Shen Defan replied in a deep voice.

Several people obviously have no doubts about their decision on this matter, and that attitude and reaction are taken for granted by others.

Yu Song frowned slightly, his eyes swept over the three of them lightly, and passed them by.

The excellent appearance inevitably attracted the attention of several people, but it was only a passing glance, and the three did not pay much attention to it. -

Shen Fanxing was just hungry, and Bo Jingchuan's porridge was delivered on time.

Since she accepted it, she naturally had no reason to treat herself badly.

But before the porridge was officially eaten, the door of the ward, which had been closed for a long time, was opened, and there was no knock on the door.

Shen Fanxing frowned slightly and looked up at the door.

When he saw a few people at the door, his already slightly gloomy face, his delicate facial features instantly darkened.

Jiang Rongrong took the lead and walked in, but Shen Fanxing did not ignore the disgust in her eyes, she narrowed her brows, looked at the wooden spoon in her hand, and finally put it down.

No appetite to eat anymore.

"Fanxing, are you healthy?"

Yang Liwei, who followed behind Jiang Rongrong, stepped forward, wearing a long burgundy embroidered slim-fit dress, a snow gauze cover of the same color, and a meticulous hairstyle. Her face was well maintained, and her whole person looked grand and gentle.

Her tone was full of kindness and concern.

Shen Fanxing did not speak.

No matter how good she was, she couldn't be nice to someone who forced her mother to death.

Thinking of her mother, Shen Fanxing's heart clenched fiercely, and it hurt.

The cold hands were clenched into fists by the side, and the hatred in my heart became more and more rampant!

"I've let you down, you can't die."

Three years ago, she was forced out of the country, and three years later, she came back and devoted herself to the company that Su Heng and her mother left behind!

She had never thought about going back to that home. If it wasn't for her grandfather still in that home, she would rather not be involved in the slightest relationship with these people for the rest of her life!

Shen Fanxing's cold and indifferent rudeness made Shen Defan furious.

"Nie Zha! What is your attitude?!"