Seeing that Bo Jingchuan finally put his eyes on her, Lairong said:

"young master, you'd better have a rest first. Otherwise, the old lady will be distressed. "

Her heartache was wasted.

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

"I see."

He nodded and went upstairs.

Lairong looks at his figure disappearing at the stairway, smiles, turns around and walks towards Mrs. Bo's bedroom.

Holding the tie that had been pulled off on the way, Bo Jingchuan opened the door of his room as usual.

Although he didn't come here often, he was keenly aware of the strange feeling in the room.

The hand holding the door handle pauses, and the sight falls on the bed in the middle of the room without stopping.

In the unfathomable eyes of the pool, there is a trace of coolness lingering around. The sight is as close as a blade to the protrusion on the bed, and slowly raises his legs to walk there.

Step on the carpet, there is no sound.

Indifferent face is the invasion of territory of the evil and cold.

However, when he came near the bed and looked at the sleeping people on the bed, his deep eyes flashed slightly, and the chill gradually dissipated.

A head of green silk is spread on the pillow like a cloud. A layer of crimson appears on the small face with a big palm because of deep sleep. Between the delicate eyes, there is a kind of gentle air.

His eyes across her butterfly like eyelashes, without powder, thin lips are like begonia, show nose, very shallow open and close, too peaceful.

The world is gorgeous.

These four words flashed through Bo Jingchuan's mind.

After that, he did not deceive the whereabouts of his eyes.

The bathrobe on her body is his. Maybe it's too broad. She slipped off her shoulder in the deep sleep room. The fragrant shoulder was exposed carelessly. With a large white skin in front of her body, the delicate clavicle floated up and down with her breath.

Bo Jingchuan breathes suddenly and tightly, and a touch of darkness and surprise slip through his dark eyes.

He only said that this woman was not disgusted, but he didn't expect that he was so easily provoked by her.

Turning around, he took off his suit and threw it on the sofa. Then he raised his arm, took off the expensive cuffs on his shirt and bent over to put it aside.

After that, his eyes were again on Shen Fanxing's sleeping face. The light of his eyes was still light. However, in the depth, it gradually condensed a touch of warm pulse.

Why care so much? It's not a bad thing to be easily influenced by her.

Anyway -

sooner or later, it's his.

Bending over to sit by the bed, looking at the woman sleeping soundly.

Her bony fingers touched the hair on her temples.

In his deep sleep, Shen Fanxing vaguely smelled a strange and familiar fragrance, just like the cold and clean smell on the bed, but mixed with another aroma.

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

That smell

It should be the smell of incense in the car.

When the doubts are uncovered, Shen Fanxing's doubts gradually subside.

She rubbed the pillow with ease, and several strands of her long hair penetrated into her bathrobe, blocking the scenery.

The child's general movement caused Bo Jingchuan to smile, and the very shallow voice gradually spread in the quiet room.

The fragrance close at hand, the natural strong sense of existence that can not be ignored, and the sound of a man's laughter made Shen Fanxing open his eyes in an instant