Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

   Chapter 108 You have lost this qualification

  Mother Zhang sighed softly, “Miss Shen eat first, I’ll go up and see Mr.

  Shen Fanxing took two mouthfuls of porridge, looked at Zhang Ma’s back, and thoughtfully picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his lips.

   “That mother Zhang…”

  Shen Fanxing stood up and stopped Ma Zhang.

   “Miss Shen?”

  Shen Fanxing walked up to Ma Zhang and pointed to the tray in her hand.

   “I’ll help send it up…”

  Mother Zhang raised her eyes and looked at Shen Fanxing secretly, seeing a little discomfort on her face, and a smile in her eyes.

   “Then it’s hard work, Miss Shen.”

  Shen Fanxing pursed his lips and took the tray.

   It comes with light white porridge and two simple side dishes, and two medicine bottles.

   Really simple breakfast.

   For a tall man like him, he eats so little at every meal, is it really okay?

   knocked on the door of Bo Jingchuan’s bedroom, and a man’s low voice came from inside.

   She pushed open the door and went in. Bo Jingchuan didn’t imagine being a patient in bed.

   Instead, he wore a more casual dress than the previous suit and leather shoes.

   is sitting on a chair on the balcony at the moment, his legs are elegantly stacked together, and he is holding a pen to approve documents there.

  Bo Jingchuan didn’t look up, he subconsciously thought it was a servant, but two seconds later, he raised his head sharply.

   Ink-like cold eyes with a coldness that can pierce people’s hearts.

  Shen Fanxing’s heart suffocated slightly, the two hands holding the tray tightened subconsciously, and his footsteps seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

   When his eyes touched Shen Fanxing’s figure, the look in his black eyes instantly calmed down.

   He closed the document in his hand, raised his head, looked at her slightly, and looked at her with a faint smile.

“Woke up?”

   Shen Fanxing breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards him.

   “I heard that you are sick.”

   She walked up to him, bent over and placed the tray on the table next to him.

   The refreshing breath after bathing slowly melted into the air, and Bo Jingchuan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

With a faint smile in his eyes, he looked up at her, and Shen Fanxing just got up.

  The long hair swept across the back of his hand, slightly cool.

  Bo Jingchuan put the document on the table, grabbed Shen Fanxing’s wrist, and stood up at the same time.

   Shen Fanxing was shocked, but he was still pulled into the man’s arms.

   The familiar aura instantly enveloped her.

   The height difference between the two is much, she raised her head slightly, just as her eyes touched his chin, a big palm pressed down on top of her head.

   “Have a bath?”

  Shen Fanxing’s heart trembled slightly.

“Um.”

“I am cured?”

“……better.”

   After that, Bo Jingchuan didn’t speak, he dragged her to the side of his bed.

   pressed her shoulders and made her sit down.

   “Sit down.”

  Shen Fanxing didn’t move, watching the man leave in front of him.

  The gray bed quilt reveals a kind of noble elegance, and the whole room is simple in design but faintly revealing a low-key domineering.

   This is a room that belongs only to a man. Like his people, it creates a sense of distance from the subconscious self.

  Bo Jingchuan came to her again not long after, bent over and turned on the hair dryer in his hand.

   Shen Fanxing’s heart moved slightly, knowing his intentions, she quickly stood up and reached for the hair dryer in the man’s hand.

   “I’ll do it myself.”

   “You have lost this qualification.”

  Bo Jingchuan dodged her outstretched hand, bent over and sat on the edge of the bed, his hand crossing her waist.

   He bent his arm hard and brought Shen Fanxing into his arms.

   (end of this chapter)