Shen Fanxing was a little flattered.

Stared at the apple for a long time and didn't reach out to pick it up.

Bo Jingchuan's fair and beautiful hand shook her twice, and said in a low voice:

"After talking for so long, don't you have a bitter mouth?"

The old lady raised her eyebrows, lowered her head and picked up the teacup on the coffee table, sipped it gently, and did not speak.

Shen Fanxing took the apple in a panic, and accidentally touched Bo Jingchuan's fingertips during the process, which was a little cold.

"Thank you."

She lowered her head, took a bite of the apple in her hand, and the crisp "rustle" sound was particularly pleasing to the ear.

Bo Jingchuan slid a streamer in his ink eyes, put the fruit knife on the coffee table, took out two tissues, and carefully wiped his slender and bony five fingers.

The level of finesse is enough to see that he has never done such a thing in ordinary times.

Seeing Shen Fanxing eating, a smile also flashed on Mrs. Bo's face.

Looking at Bo Jingchuan's eyes, although he was satisfied, he was not lacking in taste.

For so many years, she hadn't eaten an apple he had peeled with his own hands.

My dear grandson!

If it's not the stars today!

Hum!

Apples are really sweet, and the sweet Shen Fanxing feels a little sweetness in his heart.

"Fanxing, what does your friend's company do?"

The living room was quiet, and the old lady opened her mouth to answer Bo Jingchuan's question just now, and asked it again.

"It's Zhiqin Cosmetics Company, which has been building its own factory recently, and it's very busy."

"Oh."

Old Lady Bo nodded knowingly.

After that, they talked about some simple things, and when the apple in Shen Fanxing's hand was finished, Lai Rong also happened to come to remind him to sit down and prepare for dinner.

With such a big apple in his stomach, how could Shen Fanxing still be able to eat.

It's just that after waiting for so long, I said that I would accompany the old lady to dinner, how could I not eat it.

Before taking a seat, Bo Jingchuan pulled out a chair for her, she whispered a thank you, walked in, Bo Jingchuan pushed the chair forward a few more points, Shen Fanxing bent down and sat down, the two of them had a particularly tacit understanding, and the position was just right.

After that, Bo Jingchuan sat down next to Shen Fanxing.

Old Madam Bo sat opposite and looked at the two of them with a satisfied expression.

Lai Rong seemed to be inseparable from the old lady, and she was waiting for the meal.

Although there were already a lot of things stored in his stomach, Shen Fanxing still picked up the knife and fork and began to eat.

The chair is not full, her shoulders are naturally flat, her back is very straight, her chin is slightly tucked, her long eyelashes are slightly drooping, she never bends down to look at the food on the plate, and even the action of chewing is imperceptibly showing her excellent tutoring and quality.

Lai Rong nodded secretly, glanced at the old lady, and her eyes were more satisfied.

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After eating, sit for a while, it was dark outside the house, Shen Fanxing couldn't stay longer, and finally got up to say goodbye.

Bo Jingchuan followed, and the maid quickly took his blazer.

"I'll send you."

His voice was usually low and light, sounding like a simple sentence, but it revealed a strong meaning that could not be refused.

Shen Fanxing did not refuse.

The two of them went out, still taking a shortcut.

"When will you be discharged?" Bo Jingchuan's deep voice sounded above her head.

"The day after tomorrow."

Bo Jingchuan was silent for a while, and then said:

"I'm going to be busy for the next few days."

Shen Fanxing passed through the fence gate and turned to look at him.

"I can do it myself."

She understood the meaning of his words.

But having said that, on the day he was discharged from the hospital, Bo Jingchuan still came.