Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

Shen Fanxing was speechless.

Why did you choose her only?

He said that only she can match him!

She wanted to reject this direct pursuit from the beginning.

He said he rejected her rejection.

All decisions are in his hands, and she seems to be too passive everywhere.

The arrogance in her bones made her subconsciously resist.

But facing Bo Jingchuan, he always felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

She pulled her hair together, took a deep breath and let it out heavily.

"Why sigh? What worries you?"

Shen Fanxing looked at him.

He stood quietly in front of her like that, his handsome and perfect silhouette reflected in the expensive white shirt, tall and straight.

She seemed to notice that he was deliberately restraining his posture in front of her.

Because his long black eyebrows were sharpened by years of harshness.

This man, if she guessed correctly, is actually very cold in his bones.

"What are you thinking about?" Bo Jingchuan asked again, for Shen Fanxing looked at her so recklessly, there was another coldness floating in the depths of his black eyes.

Shen Fanxing returned to his senses, put his eyes elsewhere, and his voice was slightly cool.

"It's nothing, I just feel that you are too strong and assertive, and I am not willing to be on the passive side. Facing you, there is always a feeling of powerlessness that my fist hits the cotton."

Bo Jingchuan raised his eyebrows and spoke softly.

"It was you who turned yourself into a hedgehog. You have to be on guard against everyone. If you don't come out yourself, you have to use all your thorns to refuse others to approach you."

Shen Fanxing was surprised and turned to look at him again.

Everyone is persuading her to come out.

Bo Jingchuan stared straight at her with a pair of black eyes. After a long time, the indifferent voice sounded again.

"You don't have to do anything, you can continue to be your hedgehog. Anyway, I'm not afraid of being stabbed."

Shen Fanxing's pupils shrank suddenly.

After a long time, Shen Fanxing regained his mind in panic, clutching the thin quilt tightly, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"I...I'm going to see if grandma is awake."

She said that she was about to lift the quilt, but she remembered the loose bathrobe on her body.

She looked up at him, obviously.

Bo Jingchuan turned around and didn't stay any longer. -

Downstairs, hearing the good news from Lai Rong, Mrs. Bo smiled happily.

In a happy mood, I rarely ate half of the apples that Rong handed me from time to time.

"My great-grandson is hopeful. Oh, the baby born by Fanxing and Jingchuan must be the best man in the world."

Lairong handed the old lady another apple, smiled and said obediently, "It may also be the girl's old lady."

"That daughter is also the best! My great-granddaughter is the most beautiful."

"Yes, yes, our old lady's great-grandson is the best in the world, whether it's a boy or a girl!"

The old lady smiled even happier.

When Bo Jingchuan came down the stairs, he happened to hear some distant future imagined by the old lady.

He doesn't even know how to chase after him. This old lady has already conceived of her grandchildren.

He admits that he is not indecisive in his actions, and he never drags his feet, so why can't he keep up with the old lady's thinking?

"Master."

Facing the direction of the stairs, Lai Rong was the first to see Bo Jingchuan's tall and slender figure.

The old lady Bo turned back suddenly, her smiling face wrinkled instantly.

"Why so fast?!"

Bo Jingchuan's footsteps paused, and the expression on his handsome face froze slightly.