Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

Mother Zhang returned to the room, and after thinking about it, she still called Bo Jingchuan.

"Hmm." A low and indifferent voice.

"Sir, are you still in the company?"

Although Zhang Ma's tone was cautious, it still caused Bo Jingchuan's smooth brows to move slightly.

Only half a second of silence made Zhang Ma feel more pressure.

She knew that the husband was very shy about anyone thinking about his itinerary.

She said quickly, "Miss Shen said she would wait for you to have dinner together."

An accident flashed in Bo Jingchuan's deep eyes, his eyes swept over the unprocessed documents next to him, he pondered for two seconds, and finally closed the document in his hand.

"I'll be right back."

"...Okay, sir!"

Zhang Ma was stunned for half a second and responded.

At seven o'clock in the evening, a low-key luxury car slowly drove into the empty manor.

Shen Fanxing was sitting on the sofa in the living room. Because he didn't rest at noon, he was a little drowsy at the moment.

When Bo Jingchuan came in, he happened to see her huddled on the sofa, with one hand resting on the armrest on the side of the sofa, the blue silk was slightly gathered, at this moment, strands fell on her shoulders, one pair of legs were slanted on one side of the sofa, and her ankles were slanted. Under the light, it was white with a faint halo.

She lowered her head, as if taking a nap.

"Sir, you..." Ma Zhang greeted Bo Jingchuan in a low voice, but was silently interrupted by Bo Jingchuan's hand.

She leaned down and stepped back silently.

Bo Jingchuan slowly approached the sofa, and the light dipped a circle of highlights on the top of her hair.

He bent over unconsciously and reached out to brush the broken hair from her shoulders.

The light streamed over the bridge of her slender nose, her eyelashes dropped a small shadow, and her breathing was almost silent.

Even sleeping is so calm and peaceful.

The sensitive nose tip smelled the familiar cold fragrance, Shen Fanxing slowly opened his eyes, it was a man's perfect facial features that turned all living beings upside down.

Her heart throbbed, and her body moved backwards, pulling the distance between the two of them.

"You're back?"

The soft hair slipped between Bo Jingchuan's fingers, Bo Jingchuan's eyes dimmed imperceptibly, and he straightened up quietly.

"Why are you sleeping here, not afraid of getting sick?"

"Fortunately, it's just a while." Shen Fanxing said, put his legs down on the sofa, found the slippers, and stood up.

She looked up at the clock above the TV, "Do you come home so late every day?"

Bo Jingchuan had already taken off his suit jacket at this moment, and his voice was light, "I'm used to it."

Shen Fanxing frowned, this habit is really bad.

Looking up, others have walked into the bathroom on the first floor. -

On the dining table, there was only the sound of a slight collision of porcelain.

Neither of them had a lot of food, and it was near the end that Shen Fanxing said:

"I chose to live in the first courtyard in the back, and I will look for a house in two days, so I will trouble you in these two days."

Bo Jingchuan put down the chopsticks in his hand and wiped the corners of his lips gracefully with a napkin.

Then he raised his eyes and looked straight at her, "I don't mind the trouble, you can live here in peace."

Shen Fanxing smiled and shook his head, "It's not very good after all."

Bo Jingchuan's eyes gradually sank, "As you wish."

Shen Fanxing looked at him and felt very sensitive that he was in a bad mood, but just as he was about to speak, a familiar bell came from the direction of the living room.

It was Shen Fanxing's phone ringing.

She picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth, then got up and went to the living room to pick up the phone.

Seeing the call notification above, Qingli's face instantly cooled down.