Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

The two of them turned their heads and looked over, and saw a slender man in a luxurious black suit walking towards them with a steady haircut.

The long eyebrows are drawn into the temples, the bridge of the nose is high and the bridge of the nose is high, and the thin lips are remarkably sharp.

"Who is grandma getting angry with?"

The afternoon sun swept over from his side, shaping his silhouette into a slender silhouette, showing nobility and elegance in every gesture.

The old lady looked at her grandson with satisfaction, then turned her head to wink at Lai Rong, who hurriedly turned and walked away.

The man crouched down, held the old lady's hand, looked at the old lady pouting and pretending to be angry, and smiled softly.

"Who made grandma unhappy, grandson help you clean them up!"

The old lady curled her lips: "Who else is there except you, this little conscience?! Hurry up and hug my great-grandson!"

A deep helplessness slid across Bo Jingchuan's black eyes.

"Grandma, I just returned to China, where can I find a woman to give you a grandson?"

The old lady snorted, "After all these years, your words have never changed!"

She said with puffed cheeks, but turned her head in the direction of Shen Fanxing.

Lai Rong had already walked up to her, the woman looked over here, she raised her hand and waved at her.

Shen Fanxing was puzzled, but still followed Lai Rong and walked over.

Bo Jingchuan stood up and watched Lai Rong lead a tall and slender woman towards here not far away.

The woman's face was pale, but she did not hide her beauty. She was wearing a large hospital gown, and when she walked, the gown was flying, showing how slender her body was.

Bo Jingchuan squinted his eyes slightly, and his black sandalwood eyes tightly pressed the woman's face that was getting closer.

But when Shen Fanxing approached and glanced at him warily and suspiciously, he gradually closed his eyes.

I was a little surprised, but it was the first time I saw a woman look at him so calmly.

What's more, the woman's gaze just swept past him, and then put her gaze on grandma.

That look, indifference and indifference, made him not only surprised but also had a slight sense of frustration floating in his heart.

He was stunned slightly, and Cen Thin's lips twitched into a subtle arc.

"Old lady, do you have anything to do with me?"

When Shen Fanxing spoke, he bent down slightly, and his tone was weak and gentle after the illness.

This caused a faint flash of light in Bo Jingchuan's deep eyes.

The most taboo thing to talk to a person who sits in a wheelchair all the year round is to let her lift her neck, which is especially bad for the cervical spine.

He has been paying attention to this question, and naturally knows that this posture is the most tiring.

This is not much different from Zamabu.

Such a thin woman...

The smile in the old lady's eyes deepened a little, she held Shen Fanxing's hand, stared at Shen Fanxing's face for a long time, and nodded again and again.

"Well, good, good, really good!"

Shen Fanxing didn't know why, so he could only keep a polite but embarrassing smile.

"Child, don't worry, grandma isn't a bad person. It's just that she's too boring to be alone. It's a bit abrupt to have someone call you over when she sees you have an eye for it. Forgive grandma, ah!"

Facing the undisguised enthusiasm of the old lady, Fanxing shook his head.

"It doesn't matter, I'm alone anyway."

As Shen Fanxing said, a very small bitterness flashed in Qingli's eyes, which was easily captured by the old lady, and then she grabbed her hand and patted it with some distress.

"Good boy, what's your name?"

"Fanxing, Shen Fanxing."