Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

Bo Jingchuan frowned, "What do you know? You know what I just confirmed myself?!"

"Okay, then you say, what do you want to make clear?!"

Shen Fanxing didn't stop for a moment, and there was obvious frustration and anger in his tone.

A man, kissing a woman, and then saying he didn't mean it, what is that?

Bo Jingchuan suddenly calmed down and looked down at her for a long time, "Why are you angry?"

"I didn't!" Turning his head to one side, Shen Fanxing's voice was stiff.

There was a sudden chuckle in the air, "You're just angry. Unlovable woman."

Shen Fanxing frowned and turned to look at him, "That really disappoints Mr. Bo, since..."

"Do you know what I just confirmed?"

"I can't help kissing you. Even I underestimated the influence you have on me. Shen Fanxing, I'm more sure, whether you agree or not, I'll decide you."

Shen Fanxing's heart suddenly jumped, and he looked up at Bo Jingchuan. There was a slight arc on the corner of his lips, with an evil charm that should not belong to him.

"And, compared to before, I found that I like the real you more."

"...What is the real me? Could it be that I was fake before?"

"Of course not, but the real you may need to be pulled out by someone."

But the anger dissipated, and she was still satisfied with his explanation of "not intentional" just now.

"...Do you still want to eat?" Unable to bear the man's bewitching so strong, Shen Fanxing stretched out his hand against his chest.

Bo Jingchuan raised his eyebrows slightly and let go of her.

"Of course. That's the main purpose today."

Although, there are more important gains than the main purpose.

While talking, Bo Jingchuan stretched out his hand to roll up the sleeve of his shirt, which slightly surprised Shen Fanxing.

"You want to cook by yourself?"

"something wrong?"

Bo Jingchuan asked her with a light smile, and he turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

"No, I just think..." Shen Fanxing followed Bo Jingchuan to the kitchen, and then saw Bo Jingchuan standing in the kitchen for a long time, his dark eyes looking back and forth in the kitchen.

Looking at Bo Jingchuan like this, a hint of playfulness flashed in Shen Fanxing's eyes, standing beside him, looking up at him with a smile, and continued what he just didn't say--

"Do you really do?"

Bo Jingchuan paused and looked down at her.

"There is nothing in this world that I want to do but cannot do."

Shen Fanxing had more smiles in her eyes, and nodded obediently.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Bo Jingchuan raised his eyebrows, "Sweet and sour pork ribs, stewed yellow croaker with medicinal herbs, boiled prawns, crab flour tofu soup, garlic vegetables..."

The voice was calm, and it sounded like a purely formulaic answer to the question.