Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

"Sir?" Yu Song looked at Bo Jingchuan through the reflector in the car.

Bo Jingchuan gradually put away the pen that was moving on the paper, then closed the document, put it aside, and then looked up at Yu Song.

Indifferently said: "Go buy some medicine for bruises and come back."

Yu Song understood it almost instantly, and after replying "yes", he opened the car door and walked into the pharmacy. -

"Master, you're back." Lai Rong's eyes were full of smiles, this old lady really expected things.

"Um."

Bo Jingchuan responded lightly, changed his shoes and approached the living room.

His cool eyes swept the living room, but he didn't see a familiar figure. He turned to go upstairs, but heard the clear and faint voice coming from the direction of the kitchen.

"Does he like seafood? Crabs? Shrimp? It doesn't look like..."

"Me, I don't seem to be a picky eater, but now my stomach is not very good, and I don't dare to eat anything too spicy..."

"It's nothing. I was busy with work, socializing a lot, and it's not unusual for an upset stomach."

"Need a fruit plate? I'll help you get it..."

When Shen Fanxing ran out, she happened to see a tall man standing in the center of the living room looking at her.

She gradually stopped her steps, a little surprised, "You are back."

As soon as the words came out, she felt even more wrong.

How does this tone feel like a new wife waiting for her husband to come home?

Bo Jingchuan's dark eyes tightly clenched the woman across from him, but he was no stranger to the clothes on his body, and he had just seen it this afternoon.

But at this moment, she was wearing a light blue apron, and the belt around her waist was tied behind her back, which clearly outlined her slender waist, and she couldn't hold it.

However, the light in Bo Jingchuan's black eyes gradually dimmed.

"Who made you do this?"

Facing Bo Jingchuan's sudden gloomy voice, Shen Fanxing couldn't react.

"Who would let me do this? Of course myself."

Bo Jingchuan looked down at her lightly, then strode in front of her, pulled her wrist and went upstairs.

All the way to Bo Jingchuan's room, Shen Fanxing was forced to sit on the bed.

"Bo Jingchuan, what are you doing?" Shen Fanxing was a little angry. He was used to Bo Jingchuan's gentleness, but he couldn't accept his arrogance now.

"Get on the bed."

"You..." Shen Fanxing didn't fall down in one breath, staring at him, speechless.

In vain, she thought he was a modest gentleman with a handsome appearance, like a jade like a rainbow!

It wasn't until she was pushed on the bed and her clothes were overbearingly lifted that she screamed out.

"Bo Jingchuan, are you addicted to being a bandit?!"

bandit?

Bo Jingchuan's thin lips were a little stiff.

This word is quite new.

But it is also interesting to come out of the mouth of this always indifferent and elegant woman.

There was a faint streamer in the black jade-like eyes, warm hands pressed her dishonest body, and her eyes slowly rested on her slender waist.

The dark eyes were gradually dyed with an obscure light.

Although the body of ice muscle and jade bones, a dull blue color has ruined all the beauty.

He took the ointment with a sullen face and moved his thin lips slightly.

"How did the word bandit come from?"

Shen Fanxing's anger was hard to disappear.

"Unloading people's arms, smashing people's luxury cars, and now using force against me, what is it that is not a bandit?! I thought you were a gentle and jade-like gentleman..." Zi.

Before Shen Fanxing finished speaking, a chill suddenly came from his waist, accompanied by slight pain.

She paused, as if she had reacted to something, and a layer of red cloud suddenly appeared on her face with anger, biting her lip, and buried her face in the bedding.

She misunderstood him.