Mother Zhang sighed softly, "Miss Shen, let's eat first, I'll go up and see Mr." ”

Shen Fanxing drank two mouthfuls of porridge, looked at Zhang's mother's back, and thoughtfully picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his lips.

"That Zhang's mother ......"

Shen Fanxing stood up and called out to Zhang's mother.

"Miss Shen?"

Shen Fanxing walked up to Zhang's mother and pointed to the tray in her hand.

"I'll send it to you......"

Mother Zhang raised her eyes and secretly glanced at Shen Fanxing, seeing that her face was a little uncomfortable, and her eyes were dyed with a little smile.

"Then it's hard Miss Shen."

Shen Fanxing pursed his lips and took the tray.

It was topped with light white porridge and two simple side dishes, as well as two medicine bottles.

Really simple breakfast.

Is it really okay for a tall man like him, who eats so little at every meal?

knocked on the door of Bo Jingchuan's bedroom, and a man's low voice came from inside.

She pushed open the door and went in, but Bo Jingchuan did not imagine that he would be a patient in bed.

Instead, he wore a more casual outfit than the previous suit and leather shoes.

At the moment, he is sitting on a chair on the balcony, his legs elegantly stacked together, and he is holding a pen and is there to approve documents.

Bo Jingchuan didn't look up, he subconsciously thought it was some servant, but after two seconds, he still raised his head keenly.

The inky cold eyes carry a coldness that is enough to pierce people's hearts.

Shen Fanxing's heart suffocated slightly, the two hands holding the tray subconsciously tightened, and his steps seemed to be fixed in place, unable to move.

When his gaze touched Shen Fanxing's figure, the look in his dark eyes instantly converged silently.

He closed the papers in his hand, looked up, looked at her with a faint smile, and looked at her with a faint smile.

"Up?"

Shen Fanxing's heart breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards him.

"I heard you're sick."

She walked up to him and bent down to place the tray on the table next to him.

The refreshing breath after bathing slowly melted into the air, Bo Jingchuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes fell on her neckline.

The traces of his imprint last night are still there.

With a faint smile in his eyes, he looked up at her, and Shen Fanxing just got up.

The long hair ran across the back of his hand, slightly cool.

Bo Jingchuan put the document on the table and grabbed Shen Fanxing's wrist, and the person stood up at the same time.

Shen Fanxing was startled, but the person was still pulled into the man's arms.

A familiar aura enveloped her in an instant.

The height difference between the two people was much larger, and she tilted her head slightly, and as soon as her eyes touched his chin, a large palm pressed down on the top of her head.

"Got a shower?"

Shen Fanxing's heart trembled slightly.

"Hmm."

"Sick?"

“…… A little better. ”

After that, Bo Jingchuan didn't speak, and pulled her to his bedside.

Grabbed her shoulders and made her sit down.

"Sit down."

Shen Fanxing didn't move, watching the man leave in front of him.

The gray bed quilt exudes a kind of noble elegance, and the design of the whole room is simple but faintly reveals a low-key domineering.

This is a room that belongs exclusively to a man, and like his person, people subconsciously have a sense of distance from themselves.

It didn't take long for Bo Jingchuan to come to her again, bend down and turn on the hair dryer in his hand.

Shen Fanxing's heart moved slightly, knowing his intentions, she quickly stood up and stretched out her hand to the hair dryer in the man's hand.

"I'll do it myself."

"You're out of the way."

Bo Jingchuan dodged her outstretched hand and sat on the edge of the bed, his hand across her waist.

With a strong bend of his arm, he brought Shen Fanxing into his arms.