Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

Bo Jingchuan's low and cold voice came from the microphone.

Shen Fanxing opened the door of the dressing room, "I'm on the TV station."

"Work?"

"Well, there was a recording this morning."

Bo Jingchuan was silent there for a while, "What about the afternoon?"

"I'm going shopping with Qingzhi this afternoon."

"So it's a rare weekend, you let me spend it alone?"

Bo Jingchuan's voice was cold and hard, which gave Shen Fanxing a headache.

Is this angry again?

"I'll go back early in the afternoon, can I make you dinner?"

Bo Jingchuan listened to the woman's cautious voice, and the corners of his lips slightly hooked.

"Okay, I'll give you this chance to make up for it."

Shen Fanxing: "..."

"I asked Yu Song to send you a card in a while, but I forgot about it."

In fact, the richer people tend to be, the less they want.

Because limited editions, famous brands, luxury cars, and luxury homes are all things that they can easily get, and there is no value to pursue.

Just move your finger, and you can get it with a single command.

Bo Jingchuan never cared about money.

And Shen Fanxing has always been used to being independent. He is not so flashy. He buys what he lacks, and he doesn't feel that his life is tight, and he is also not so concerned about money.

So these two people, who never cared about money, got together, and money was never a topic between the two of them.

But now, that's the problem.

Bo Jingchuan hoped that Shen Fanxing could rely on him very much.

When Shen Fanxing accepted this question, he was suddenly stunned.

money is such a thing...

"I want to say no, I have money myself."

"Um."

Shen Fanxing was quite surprised, it was rare for Bo Jingchuan to speak so well today.

"That's it, I'm busy first. It's a rare weekend. You can have a good rest. Maybe you can have a drink with your friends."

Bo Jingchuan paused, and finally responded with a single syllable.

...

Hanging up the phone, Shen Fanxing breathed a sigh of relief and had to think about how to treat this man well tonight.

But just as she put away her phone, two people walked towards her in the corridor of the dressing room.

Liang Xu'er was dressed in a famous lady's ruffled dress with white skin, long hair, and a simple pair of pearl cluster flower earrings. The simple dress was already a perfect posture.

The slender lotus arm was holding the handsome and elegant man beside him. The man said nothing, giving people a deep and indifferent feeling.

There was a decent and shallow smile on Liang Xu'er's face, and it was easy to see the satisfaction and happiness in her smile.

Shen Fanxing twitched his lips, but Li Tingshen's dark eyes slowly lifted up, his eyes fell on Shen Fanxing's face, and he easily caught the slight movement of her lips.

The indifferent face became obscure and deep.

Liang Xu'er didn't expect Li Tingshen to stop, and she still stopped in front of a woman.

She glanced at Shen Fanxing defensively, raised her head and asked Li Tingshen softly, "What's wrong? Tingshen?"

Li Tingshen evoked a three-point smile, even a point in his deep eyes, and his voice was dyed with wisps of laughter, "When you see a junior in school, you naturally need to say hello."

Another old classmate.

How do you feel that a recent school celebration party suddenly blew up all the "old classmates" who were potentially under the sea?