Chapter 109

Zhang Ma sighed softly, "Miss Shen, eat first. I'll go up and have a look at Mr. Shen."

Shen Fanxing took two mouthfuls of porridge, looked at the back of mother Zhang, and thoughtfully picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of her lips.

"That mother Zhang..."

Shen Fanxing stood up and called to Zhang ma.

"Miss Shen?"

Shen Fanxing goes to Zhang Ma and points to the tray in her hand.

"Let me help you send it up..."

Zhang Ma raised her eyes and looked at Shen Fanxing secretly. She saw some discomfort on her face and a smile in her eyes.

"Well, Miss Shen."

Shen Fanxing pursed his lips and took the tray.

There are light porridge, two simple dishes and two medicine bottles on it.

It's a simple breakfast.

He is such a tall man. He eats so little at every meal. Is that really OK?

Knock on the door of Bo Jingchuan's bedroom, there comes a man's low voice.

She opened the door and went in. Bo Jingchuan didn't want to be a patient in bed.

But wearing a suit of casual clothes relative to the previous suits.

He was sitting on a chair on the balcony, his legs gracefully stacked together, and he was picking up papers there with a pen.

Bo Jingchuan didn't look up. He subconsciously thought it was a servant, but after two seconds, he looked up sharply.

Such as ink like cold eyes with enough to pierce the heart of the cold.

Shen Fanxing's heart slightly smothers for a while, and the two hands holding the tray consciously tighten, but their feet seem to be fixed in the same place, unable to move.

When the sight touches Shen Fanxing's figure, the expression in his black eyes converges quietly.

He closed the papers in his hand, looked up, looked at her slightly, and then looked at her with a smile.

"Up?"

Shen Fanxing was relieved and walked towards him.

"I hear you're sick."

She came up to him and bent over to put the tray on the table next to him.

After bathing, the fresh air slowly melted into the air. Bo Jingchuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyes fell on her neckline.

The marks he burned last night are still there.

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

Long hair passed on the back of his hand, cool.

Bo Jingchuan puts the document on the table and grabs Shen Fanxing by the wrist. At the same time, he stands up.

Shen Fanxing was startled for a while, but he was still pulled into the man's arms.

The familiar breath enveloped her in an instant.

Two people's height difference is many, she slightly raises the head, the line of sight just touches his chin, on the top of the head then presses down a big palm.

"Bath?"

Shen Fanxing's heart trembled slightly.

"Well."

"Are you well?"

“…… Better

After that, Bo Jingchuan didn't speak and took her to his bed.

He pressed her on the shoulder and let her sit down.

"Sit still."

Shen Fanxing didn't move and watched the man leave from his eyes.

The gray bed is showing a kind of noble elegance. The design of the whole room is simple, but it reveals a kind of low-key domineering.

This is the only room that belongs to a man. Like his people, it makes people's subconscious self produce a sense of distance.

It wasn't long before Bo Jingchuan came to her again and bent over to turn on the hair dryer.

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

"I'll do it myself."

"You've lost that qualification."

Bo Jingchuan dodged her hand and sat down beside the bed with his hand across her waist.

Bending his arm, he brought Shen Fanxing into his arms.