Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

  Chapter 3 Hurry up and hug my great-grandson!

   The two turned their heads and looked over, and saw a slender man in a luxurious black suit walking towards them with a steady haircut.

   Long eyebrows, high nose bridge, Cen thin lips are obviously sharp, and there is a slight warm smile in the eyes like ink, and the low and cold voice slowly sounded.

   "Who is grandma getting angry with?"

  The afternoon sun swept over from his side, shaping his silhouette into a slender silhouette, showing nobility and elegance in his gestures.

  The old lady looked at her grandson with satisfaction, then turned her head and gave Lai Rong a wink, and Lai Rong quickly turned and walked away.

  The man crouched down, held the old lady's hand, looked at the old lady pouting and pretending to be angry, and smiled softly.

   "Who made grandma unhappy, grandson help you clean them up!"

   The old lady pouted: "Who else is there except you, a little conscience?! Hurry up and hug my great-grandson!"

   Bo Jingchuan's black eyes flashed a deep sense of helplessness.

   "Grandma, I just returned to China, where can I find a woman to give you a grandson?"

   The old lady snorted, "After all these years, the words you deal with have never changed!"

   She said with her cheeks puffed up, but turned her head in the direction of Shen Fanxing.

   Lai Rong had already walked up to her, the woman looked over here, she raised her hand and waved at her.

  Shen Fanxing was puzzled, but still followed Lairong and walked over.

  Bo Jingchuan stood up and watched Lai Rong lead a tall and slender woman towards here not far away.

   The woman's face was pale, but she did not hide her beauty. She was wearing a wide hospital gown. When she walked, the gown was flying so fast, it was obvious how slender her body was.

  Bo Jingchuan squinted his eyes slightly, and his black sandalwood eyes tightly pressed the woman's face that was getting closer.

   But when Shen Fanxing approached and glanced at him with vigilance and doubt, he gradually closed his eyes.

   I was a little surprised, but it was the first time I saw a woman look at him so calmly.

   What's more, the woman's gaze just swept past him, and then put her gaze on grandma.

   That look, indifference and indifference, made him not only surprised but also a trace of frustration floated in his heart.

   He was stunned slightly, and Cen Thin's lips twitched into an imperceptible arc.

   "Old lady, do you have anything to do with me?"

   When Shen Fanxing spoke, he bent down slightly, and his tone was weak and gentle after the illness.

   This caused a faint stream of light to flash in Bo Jingchuan's deep eyes.

   When talking to someone who is in a wheelchair all the year round, the most taboo thing is to let her lift her neck, which is especially bad for the cervical spine.

   He has been paying attention to this question, and he naturally knows that this posture is the most tiring.

   This is not much different from Zamabu.

   Such a thin woman…

   The smile in the old lady's eyes deepened a little, she held Shen Fanxing's hand, stared at Shen Fanxing's face for a long time, and nodded again and again.

   "Well, not bad, not bad, really good!"

   Shen Fanxing didn't know why, so he could only keep a polite but embarrassing smile.

   "Don't worry, kid, grandma isn't a bad person. It's just that she's too boring to be alone. It's a bit abrupt that someone suddenly calls you over when she sees you have an affinity. Forgive grandma, ah!"

   Facing the undisguised enthusiasm of the old lady, Fanxing shook his head.

   "It doesn't matter, I'm alone anyway."

  Shen Fanxing said, a very small bitterness flashed in her beautiful eyes, which was easily captured by the old lady, and then she grabbed her hand and patted it with some distress.

   "Good boy, what's your name?"

   "Fanxing, Shen Fanxing."

   (end of this chapter)