Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

"Is there anything else Grandpa can do?"

Shen Shanghua narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Shen Qianrou for a few seconds, then said in a deep voice:

"My birthday banquet, don't toss about it."

"How can it be? Grandpa..."

"That's enough, we won't do it this year! I don't have the energy to make any more fuss."

Shen Shanghua's attitude was very firm, and without giving Shen Qianrou a chance to persist, he left on crutches.

From the beginning to the end, Jiang Rongrong just glanced at Shen Shanghua without much attention, and didn't care much about his opinion.

"Grandma..." Shen Qianrou was a little anxious, and turned to look at Jiang Rongrong.

"He said he won't do it if he doesn't do it, and we will save a little effort."

Shen Qianrou still wanted to insist, but Yang Liwei shook her head at her, but she said:

"Mom, Dad's birthday is after Qianrou's award ceremony. Didn't you say that you will hand over the company to Qianrou to take care of it? Isn't it a good opportunity to announce this at Dad's birthday banquet?"

Shen Qianrou smiled, and looked at Jiang Rongrong nervously.

Jiang Rongrong pondered for a while, then nodded.

"That's right, then get ready."

Yang Liwei was overjoyed, "Where is Dad..."

"Don't worry about him, he will always show up when the time comes."

"it is good!"

Yang Liwei happily responded, and secretly smiled at Shen Qianrou. -

Back to the apartment, half past eight in the evening.

We didn't eat dinner together again.

Bao Jingchuan should be processing the documents in the study, first drank a glass of water, then thought for a while, opened the refrigerator and looked, and sure enough there were fruits prepared by the servant.

Shen Fanxing wanted to eat apples, peaches, green pears, and grapes as dinner. He cut up a large plate of fruit, placed a few toothpicks at the end, and went upstairs while eating.

The door of the study room was not closed tightly. When Shen Fanxing's figure arrived at the door, before he had time to knock on the door, Bao Jingchuan was keenly aware of her presence, and his eyes had already swept towards the door, and fixed on her face.

Shen Fanxing simply walked in.

Only then did I realize that Yu Song was there.

"Miss Fanxing."

Shen Fanxing nodded, walked to him, and handed the fruit plate to him.

"Do you want to eat fruit?"

Yu Song subconsciously glanced at Bao Jingchuan who was on the side, and saw someone looking at him expressionlessly.

Although he didn't have any expression on his face, he still felt a chill rushing up from the soles of his feet in an instant.

Hastily stepped back two steps, Yu Song was overwhelmed with flattery... No, it was a look of "I beg you to avoid me", waved his hands and shook his head:

"Thank you Miss Fanxing, I don't like eating fruits..."

Shen Fanxing didn't force it, took the plate back and put it in front of Bao Jingchuan.

Then he said to Yu Song:

"You can't do this, Yu Tezhu, you still have to eat fruits from time to time, to detoxify your skin, lower blood pressure, delay aging, prevent diseases, the healthiest universal health care products, it's always good to eat something..."

Yu Song twitched the corners of his lips, "I'll try my best..."

Shen Fanxing smiled, and turned to look at Bao Jingchuan, only to see that he was holding up a toothpick trying to pierce the fruit on the plate.

That frowning and hesitant look is really uncomfortable.

However, in Yu Song's eyes, the eyeballs almost fell out of Yu Song's eyes.

First... sir, what are you doing here?

Don't you have a sweet tooth, sir?

As if sensing Yu Song's gaze, Bao Jingchuan raised his eyes and glanced at him, inserted a piece of peach pulp, and put it in his mouth.

"Just follow the arrangement just discussed. You go back to rest first, remember to go back and eat ten catties of fruit."