Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

Bo Jingchuan put his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers and stood there with a straight posture, his cool eyes fell on her slightly lazy face just after waking up.

Shen Fanxing thought that he couldn't just talk through the door like this.

Since it's here, it's certain to invite people to come in and sit down.

She subconsciously opened the door further.

Bo Jingchuan's eyes deepened, and the chill between his brows deepened.

Shen Fanxing was confused and inexplicable.

He suddenly ran here for no reason and came to stare at her.

Bo Jingchuan's non-response made Shen Fanxing's eyes turn to Yu Song, who was beside him.

Everything is instantaneous.

Yu Song also sensed something was wrong. Seeing that her lips moved, she hurried forward and lifted the two big bags in her hands.

"Miss Shen, we are..."

Before Yu Song could finish speaking, he saw Mr. Bo, who had just been motionless, suddenly strode forward, his eyes like falcons, and he was holding her firmly.

Shen Fanxing was startled and moved back subconsciously.

As a result, Bo Jingchuan stepped into the door in two steps, grabbed her wrist, and then clasped her waist tightly with his big palm, pushing her into his arms, and the cold fragrance instantly enveloped her.

She struggled subconsciously, but after hearing Yu Song say "Sir..." outside the door, the door was closed with a bang.

Shen Fanxing's body trembled for a moment, then stopped instantly.

Yu Song touched his nose, and tears of pain almost came out.

Sir, what happened all of a sudden?

The two people in the room were silent for a while. Bo Jingchuan lowered his head and looked at the woman who was obediently nestled in his arms. His whole face was buried in his chest, and he couldn't see the expression. Only a fluffy and natural blue silk exuded a faint fragrance, lingering. at the tip of the nose.

This well-behaved look is obviously like a frightened kitten, and he really doesn't dare to move.

Bo Jingchuan's cold eyes just now converged little by little, and they began to light up.

This woman feels good to hold, but she is still too thin.

The fluffy head in his arms moved, and Bo Jingchuan looked down at her.

Shen Fanxing tried it out and felt that there was no problem, and then broke free from Bo Jingchuan's arms.

Although Bo Jingchuan had regrets in his heart, he still let go of her.

Shen Fanxing took two steps back and opened a little distance from him.

The woman who has always been calm, with a little bit of panic on her face, raised her soft white and slender fingers, lowered her head and hooked her hair behind her ears uncomfortably.

The room was well lit, and Bo Jingchuan could see the tiny fluff on her ears.

"...What are you doing?" Shen Fanxing raised his head and asked him as if he had adjusted himself.

Bo Jingchuan lowered his head and stared at her, his thin lips moved.

"I want you to have lunch."

Shen Fanxing froze for a moment, remembering their conversation just now.

"Didn't you say you're busy?"

"Well, I'm busy, but I'm here anyway."

His tone was as low as ever.

Bo Jingchuan still looked at her, his eyes were too strategic.

The loose nightdress has a slightly larger neckline, and the white and delicate collarbone is really good-looking. Now, when turning his head, his neck is connected with a round chin, which outlines a beautiful arc.

There was an undercurrent in Zhan Zhan's black eyes.

She didn't even know how attractive she was, and Yu Song saw her just like that.

There was a sullen breath in his chest, and he was considering whether to gouge Yu Song's eyes.

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