Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

   Chapter 26

   Watching Bo Jingchuan finally put his eyes on her, Lai Rong said:

   "Young master, let's take a rest first. Otherwise, the old lady should feel distressed."

   Feeling sorry for her wasted.

   Bo Jingchuan raised his wrist and looked at the time, there was still some time before dinner time.

"understood."

   He nodded and walked upstairs.

  Lairong watched his figure disappear at the entrance of the stairs, smiled, turned and walked towards Mrs. Bo's bedroom.

   Holding the tie that had been taken off halfway, Bo Jingchuan opened the door of his room as usual.

  As he never likes others to step into his private area without permission, although he doesn't come here often, he is keenly aware of the strangeness in the room.

   The hand holding the doorknob paused, and his gaze fell on the bed in the center of the room without stopping.

   The unfathomable tan eyes had a hint of coolness lingering, and his gaze was like a blade on the side of the bed, and he slowly raised his legs and walked there.

   Steps on the carpet, and there is no sound.

  The indifferent face is the sternness and coldness of the invaded territory.

   However, when he approached the bed and looked at the sleeping person, his deep eyes flashed slightly, and the chill gradually dissipated.

   A head of blue silk was spread on the pillow like a cloud, and the small face the size of a palm was flushed with a layer of crimson from deep sleep. Between the delicate eyebrows, there was a kind of gentle and elegant air.

   His gaze swept across her butterfly-like eyelashes, without makeup, her thin lips were like begonias, her nose was very lightly opened and closed, and she was too peaceful and quiet.

  The world is stunning.

   These four words flashed in Bo Jingchuan's mind.

After   , his gaze fell without deceiving.

   The bathrobe on her body is his, perhaps too large, slipping off her shoulders while sleeping, her fragrant shoulders accidentally exposed, with a large white skin in front of her, her delicate collarbone floating up and down with her breathing.

  Bo Jingchuan's breath was tight, and there was a hint of darkness and surprise in his dark eyes.

   He just said that this woman is rarely disgusting, but he didn't expect that he would be so easily teased by her.

   turned around, took off his suit and threw it on the sofa on the side, then raised his arm and undid the expensive cuffs on his shirt, bent over and put it aside.

After   , his eyes were once again on Shen Fanxing's sleeping face, the light in his eyes was still faint, but in the depths, a touch of warmth gradually condensed.

  Why care so much, it's not a bad thing to be easily influenced by her.

   Anyway—

   Sooner or later it will be his.

   bent over and sat on the edge of the bed, looking sideways at the woman who was sleeping soundly.

  Handed fingers touched the strands of hair on her temples.

   Shen Fanxing was asleep, and he smelled a strange and familiar fragrance in a daze, just like the cold and clean smell on the bed, but it was also mixed with another aroma.

   She frowned slightly. As a perfumer, it is almost instinctive to distinguish things by smell.

   That scent…

   should be an incense smell in the car.

   The doubts were revealed, and the doubts between Shen Fanxing's eyebrows gradually calmed down.

   rubbed the pillow with peace of mind, and a few strands of long hair got into the bathrobe on her chest, blocking the faint scenery.

   That child-like action caused Bo Jingchuan to laugh, and the extremely shallow voice gradually spread out in the quiet room.

  The aroma that is so close at hand, the inherently strong sense of presence that cannot be ignored, and the warm laughter that is exclusively for men, made Shen Fanxing open his eyes instantly...

   (end of this chapter)