Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

Up to now, she has always reserved the plan to withdraw at any time.

The leather holster above the steering wheel was born with a few clear fingerprints.

The huge strength of the palm and the leather case made a "squeak" sound.

Bo Jingchuan finally parked the car rationally on the side of the road.

The car fell into a suffocating silence for a while.

In the same small space, Shen Fanxing could naturally easily detect the air that gradually condensed from the man's body.

She was puzzled, but the expression on her face was also indifferent.

Bo Jingchuan turned his head to look at her, a bit of restless flames flickered in his deep eyes, his brows were terrifyingly deep, and his breath was cold to his bones.

However, no matter what he did, Shen Fanxing was still calm, watching him quietly.

Just like the first time they met, they were different from ordinary women, indifferent and indifferent.

She looked at him, waiting for an answer of course.

She wasn't even nervous at all.

Not to continue together.

Yes, break up immediately.

Bo Jingchuan suddenly thought of an extremely bland word that made him particularly disgusted—

Optional.

Bo Jingchuan sneered angrily.

But he still held back his temper, with a hint of mockery in his indifference.

"Do you think that, as the heir to the Bo family's consortium, I will allow myself to have an illegitimate child outside?"

There were not too many waves in Shen Fanxing's eyes, he just nodded lightly, and then raised his eyebrows and smiled at him.

"That's good."

Bo Jingchuan's eyes suddenly fell on her face, and the bottom of his eyes was dark.

"Do you think it doesn't matter if you get it easily, even if you lose it?"

Shen Fanxing frowned slightly, looking at Bo Jingchuan for a long time, his eyes gradually darkened, and an indifferent and obscure arc appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She shook her head, looking through the front window of the car with the lights turned on, her face turned desolate.

"Isn't it the easier it is to get, the easier it is to lose?"

Shen Fanxing smiled and said:

"However, nothing is easy to get, so how can it be indifferent to lose? Or do you think that just because you have experienced the taste of loss, you feel that every time I lose it will be painless?"

Bo Jingchuan focused on her eyes, and his eyebrows tended to gradually spread out.

"Then what is it?"

Shen Fanxing hooked her lips, "You are right."

She doesn't care, disdains it, and even losing it is no big deal. Just like the Shen family, like Su Heng, like the dress from last time.

"It's rare to see you care so much about Linlin, so I asked one more question. It's a question of yes or no. What are you angry about?"

Bo Jingchuan's eyes were deep and deep, "Could it be that if I said 'yes', you might have broken up in this car today?"

Shen Fanxing's heart tightened suddenly, and a coldness gradually spread throughout his body from his feet.

The street lights in front were dim, Shen Fanxing looked at the yellow halo, and the car fell into a brief silence again.

After a few seconds, or a few minutes, or even longer, Shen Fanxing took a deep breath and spoke again, with a cold and indifferent voice:

"Of course yes."

The temperature in the air instantly dropped to freezing point.

Bo Jingchuan's deep brows carried a strong suffocating aura, and his black eyes were raging with cold wind and frost. The aura suddenly exuded from his body was extremely sharp, and he would forcibly break through this small carriage in almost the next second and burst open.