Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

At the intersection, just in time for a red light.

The car stopped slowly, Shen Fanxing's eyes looked straight ahead, watching the opposite car turn to the right, one passed, and she looked up at the red light time in front of her.

Bo Jingchuan also looked at the front, his deep pool-like black eyes were bottomless, and he could not see any emotions.

After a long time, Shen Fanxing's calm voice slowly rang out.

"Bo Jingchuan, now... I can't give all my trust to anyone unconditionally. You are very nice, but the more you treat me, the more afraid I will be..."

Bo Jingchuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was noble and indifferent: "What are you afraid of?"

Shen Fanxing retracted his gaze and turned to look at the man's handsome profile, with indifference and handsomeness in his outline.

"I'm afraid that if I fall in love with you, I will love a lot more than anyone else. I'm afraid that no matter how strong I am, I won't be able to accept the worst outcome... I can't help but think about it, because for so many years, it has always been In this way... too much is lost, and too little is left..."

Bo Jingchuan didn't speak, and the red light in front of him started a ten-second countdown.

After waiting until the yellow light flashed and the green light came on, Bo Jingchuan didn't say anything, just started the car and crossed the cross street.

Shen Fanxing's eyes flashed, "You...have nothing to say? Either accuse me, or lose my temper with me, or..."

"No." Bo Jingchuan said lightly, but his low voice interrupted her easily, "I understand your concerns, you can continue to retain your feelings. As for how to make you believe in me, it is what I should do. ."

Bo Jingchuan looked at her sideways, the corners of his lips slightly curled, his clear eyebrows, his warm smile, and his low-pitched voice.

"You just need to be my girlfriend obediently."

Shen Fanxing's heart suffocated, and he was moved, and the rest was guilt.

How could a smart person like him not know what the so-called reservation at this time represented?

She pursed her lips tightly, and for a long time, she nodded lightly, and then reached out and pulled his hand, her five fingers passing between his fingers, tightly clasped together.

Bo Jingchuan, this bet, maybe... I can make a bigger bet.

Xingchen International is an adult gift given to Shen Fanxing by Ji Fengmian at her 18th birthday.

In those years abroad, the company was on the verge of dying several times, but it is not easy to survive until now and become famous.

Bo Jingchuan sent Shen Fanxing downstairs, glanced at the building with about a dozen floors in front of him, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is this a coming-of-age gift from your mother?"

"Well. Of course, compared to you, it may be much worse."

"You're thinking too much." Bo Jingchuan squinted at the building in front of him, "Jing Xing's coming-of-age ceremony is only a limited-edition McLaren sports car."

"Jing Xing? Your brother? Maybe it's just what you want. What about you? What's your adult gift?"

Bo Jingchuan turned to look at her, his dark eyes were as calm as water, and there seemed to be a mist of distant mountains between his eyes.

Shen Fanxing looked at him expectantly, but his eyebrows gradually flattened and he said two words lightly.

Shen Fanxing's expression froze, and his face was full of surprise.

"So, do you still think that doing what I like is applicable to me?"

Shen Fanxing shook his head awkwardly, "It shouldn't be applicable..."

In order not to touch this somewhat sensitive topic, Shen Fanxing hurriedly opened the car door sideways, "I'll go up first, be careful on the road."

Bo Jingchuan urged: "Don't forget the night..."

"Don't forget, I will definitely bring Qingzhi with me!"

Bo Jingchuan raised his eyebrows, with a faint smile on his face:

"Well, I will definitely treat her well!"