Seeing that Bo Jingchuan finally set his eyes on her, Lai Rong said:

"Young Master, let's go and rest first. Otherwise, the old lady should be distressed. ”

The heart of distress for her was wasted.

Bo Jingchuan raised his wrist and looked at the time, there was still some time before dinner time.

"Got it."

He nodded, and walked upstairs.

Lai Rong watched his figure disappear at the top of the stairs, smiled, and turned around and walked towards Old Madam Bo's bedroom.

Holding the tie that had been taken off halfway, Bo Jingchuan opened the door of his room as usual.

For those who never liked people stepping into his private realm without permission, although he didn't come here often, he was keenly aware of the strangeness in the room.

The hand holding the doorknob paused, and his gaze fell on the bed in the middle of the room.

There was a hint of coolness lingering in the unfathomable eyes, and his gaze was like a knife on the protrusion on the bed, and he slowly raised his legs and walked there.

Footsteps on the carpet, no sound.

The indifferent face is the gloom and coldness of being violated by the territory.

However, when he approached the side of the bed and looked at the person asleep on the bed, his deep eyes flashed slightly, and the chill gradually dissipated.

A green silk was spread on the pillow like a cloud, and a layer of crimson appeared on the palm-sized little face because of sleep, and between the delicate eyebrows, there was a bit of gentle and clear air.

His gaze swept across her butterfly-like eyelashes, without powder, but her thin lips were like begonias, and her nose was extremely shallow, too peaceful and quiet.

Stunning in the world.

These four words flashed through Bo Jingchuan's mind.

After that, his gaze did not deceive the fall.

The bathrobe on her body was his, perhaps too wide, and slipped off her shoulders in her deep sleep, and her shoulders were accidentally exposed, carrying a large area of white skin in front of her, and her delicate collarbones floated up and down with her breathing.

Bo Jingchuan's breathing tightened, and a touch of darkness and surprise slipped through his dark eyes.

He only said that it was rare for this woman not to be disgusted, but he didn't expect that he would be teased so easily by her.

Turning around, he took off his suit and threw it on the sofa on the side, then raised his arm to untie the precious cuffs of his shirt and bent over it to the side.

After that, his eyes were once again on Shen Fanxing's sleeping face, his eyes were still faint, but in the depths, a warm pulse gradually condensed.

Why bother so much, it's not a bad thing to be easily influenced by her.

Anyway—

Sooner or later, it's all his.

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked sideways at the woman in front of him, sleeping soundly.

Knobby fingers touched the hair of her sideburns.

Shen Fanxing was asleep, and he smelled a strange and familiar fragrance in a daze, like the cold and clean smell on the bed, but it was mixed with another aroma.

She frowned slightly, and as a perfumer, it was almost instinctive to distinguish things by smell.

That aroma......

It should be the smell of incense in the car.

The doubts were revealed, and the doubts between Shen Fanxing's eyebrows gradually subsided.

Rubbing the pillow with relief, a few strands of long hair burrowed into the bathrobe on her chest, blocking the faint scenery.

The child-like movements caused Bo Jingchuan to laugh lightly, and the extremely shallow voice gradually spread in the quiet room.

The fragrance that was close at hand, the inherently strong sense of presence that could not be ignored, and the laughter that was exclusive to a man just now, made Shen Fanxing open his eyes instantly......