Chapter 89

Zhang's mother went back to her room and thought about it. She called Bo Jingchuan.

"Well." A low, indifferent voice.

"Are you still in the company, sir?"

Although Zhang Ma's tone is more cautious, it still makes Bo Jingchuan's smooth eyebrows move slightly.

Only half a second's silence made her feel more stressed.

She knew that her husband was afraid of being missed.

"Miss Shen said she would wait for you for dinner," she said

Bo Jingchuan's deep eyes flashed an accident. His eyes swept over the unprocessed documents beside him. He pondered for two seconds and finally closed the documents in his hand.

"I'll be right back."

“…… Yes, sir

Zhang Ma was stunned for half a second and responded.

At seven o'clock in the evening, a low-key luxury car came slowly into the open manor.

Shen Fanxing is sitting on the sofa in the living room. Because he doesn't have a rest at noon, he is sleepy now.

When Bo Jingchuan came in, he just saw her shrinking on the sofa, holding her hand on the armrest on one side of the sofa, and the green silk was slightly closed. At the moment, strands of silk were falling on her shoulder, and her legs were slanting on one side of the sofa, and her ankles were white with a shallow halo under the light.

She lowered her head as if she were taking a nap.

"Sir, you..." Zhang Ma saw Bo Jingchuan and said hello in a low voice, but she was interrupted by Bo Jingchuan.

She bent down and retreated in silence.

Bo Jingchuan slowly approached the sofa, the light in her hair halo dyed a circle of highlights.

Unconsciously, he bent over and reached out to lift her broken hair from her shoulders.

The light flowed on her delicate nose, her eyelashes dropped a small shadow, and her breath was almost silent.

Even sleeping is so quiet.

The sensitive tip of the nose smells the familiar cold fragrance, and Shen Fanxing slowly opens his eyes, which is the perfect facial features for men to invert all living beings.

Her heart suddenly, the body moved back, and opened the distance between the two people.

"You're back?"

The soft hair slid away from Bo Jingchuan's fingers. Bo Jingchuan's eyes darkened imperceptibly and straightened up quietly.

"Why sleep here, not afraid of illness?"

"OK, just a moment." Shen Fanxing said, legs down sofa, found slippers, stood up.

She looked up at the clock above the TV. "Do you come home so late every day?"

Bo Jingchuan at the moment has taken off the suit coat, voice light, "used to."

Shen Fanxing frowned. This habit is really bad.

Looking up, others have already entered the bathroom on the first floor.

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on the dining table, there was only a slight sound of porcelain collision.

Both of them didn't eat much. Towards the end, Shen Fanxing said:

"I chose the first person in the back to live in the hospital. I'll find a house in two days, so I'll trouble you these two days."

Bo Jingchuan put down his chopsticks and gracefully wiped his lips with a napkin.

Then lift eyes, straight looking at her, "I don't think trouble, you can live here at ease."

Shen Fanxing smiles and shakes his head, "it's not good after all."

Bo Jingchuan's eyes gradually sank down, "whatever you want."

Shen Fanxing looked at him, very sensitive that he was in a bad mood, but just want to speak, the direction of the living room came a familiar bell.

It's Shen Fanxing's cell phone.

She picked up her napkin and wiped her mouth. She got up and went to the living room and picked up her cell phone.

Seeing the call prompt above, Qingli's face suddenly cooled down.