Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

Shen Fanxing was a little flattered.

Staring at the apple for a long time without reaching for it.

Bo Jingchuan's fair and beautiful hand shook her twice again, and said in a low voice:

"Talking for so long, don't you have a hard mouth?"

The old lady Bo raised her eyebrows, lowered her head and picked up the tea cup on the coffee table, sipped it lightly, and said nothing.

Shen Fanxing took the apple in panic, and accidentally touched Bo Jingchuan's fingertips, which was a little cold.

"thanks."

She lowered her head, took a bite of the apple, and the crisp "rustle" sounded particularly pleasant.

Bo Jingchuan's ink eyes flashed a stream of light, he put the fruit knife on the coffee table, took out two tissues, and carefully wiped his slender and articulated fingers.

The level of sophistication is enough to see that he has never done such a thing in ordinary life.

Seeing Shen Fanxing eating, the old lady Bo also had a smile on her face.

Looking at Bo Jingchuan's eyes, although he was satisfied, he was not lacking in taste.

For so many years, she had never eaten an apple that he had cut with his own hands.

Dear grandson!

If it weren't for the stars today!

snort!

Apples are really sweet, and the sweet Shen Fanxing felt a little bit of sweetness penetrated into his heart.

"Fanxing, what does your friend's company do?"

The living room was quiet, but the old lady answered Bo Jingchuan's question just now and asked it again.

"It's Zhiqin Cosmetics Co., which is building its own factory recently and is very busy."

"Oh."

The old lady Bo nodded knowingly.

After that, we talked about some simple things, and when Shen Fanxing finished eating the apple in his hand, Lai Rong just came to remind him to sit down and prepare for dinner.

With an apple that big, how could Shen Fanxing eat.

It's just that after waiting for so long, I agreed to accompany the old lady to dinner, how could I not eat it.

Before sitting down, Bo Jingchuan pulled her chair out, she said thank you softly, walked in, Bo Jingchuan pushed the chair forward a little bit, Shen Fanxing bent over and sat down, the two of them matched very well, and the position was just right.

Afterwards, Bo Jingchuan took a seat beside Shen Fanxing.

Mrs. Bo sat opposite, looking at the two people with satisfaction.

Lai Rong seemed to be inseparable from the old lady, she even waited for the meal.

Although there was a lot of stuff in his stomach, Shen Fanxing still picked up the knife and fork and started to eat.

The chair is not full, the shoulders are naturally flat, the back is straight, the chin is slightly tucked, the long eyelashes are slightly drooping, and he never bends down to look at the food on the plate. Even the chewing action is revealed in a subtle way With her excellent tutor and quality.

Lai Rong nodded secretly, and looked at the old lady, her eyes were even more satisfied. -

After eating, I sat for a while, the sky was dark outside, Shen Fanxing couldn't stay any longer, and finally got up to say goodbye.

Bo Jingchuan got up, and the servant quickly brought his suit jacket over.

"I send you."

His voice was habitually low and light, a sentence that sounded simple, but revealed a strong meaning that could not be rejected.

Shen Fanxing did not refuse.

The two went out, still taking the shortcut.

"When will you be discharged from the hospital?" Bo Jingchuan's low voice sounded above her head.

"The day after tomorrow."

Bo Jingchuan was silent for a while, and then said:

"I'm going to be very busy in the next few days."

Shen Fanxing passed the fence gate and turned to look at him.

"I can do it myself."

She actually understood what he meant.

But having said that, Bo Jingchuan came on the day he was discharged from the hospital.