Chapter 1170

"In a word, I don't agree to take her into Bo's house. If I put her here in advance, you can make your own decision for the rest! Lairong, go back to your room. "

Shen Fanxing stood on the stairs for a long time, holding the handrail of the stairs in his hand, and quietly watched the two fights. Seeing Lairong pushing the old lady away, he could not see any emotion.

The old man raised his head and looked at them. His eyes swept past Shen Fanxing and looked at Bo Jingchuan.

"You say! What should we do about it? "

Bo Jingchuan just stepped forward, took Shen Fanxing's hand, turned and went back upstairs.

I didn't say a word to the old man.

But the sight sweeping his face was as cold as the ice in the deep pool.

The old man's angry body shook.

Bo Jingchuan's silence, compared with any of his words, makes him unable to accept.

No respect for him, no support for him, indifference to him, is more lethal than refutation.

Because he didn't know what he was thinking, he had to guess from more aspects that he was dissatisfied with him, and then any aspect was a kind of resistance to him.

Now only the old man and Bo Yuelin are left in the living room. Chen Ma is waiting on him. Looking at the old man's face, she asks carefully:

"master, is Miss Sichun coming? If I come, I'll be ready. "

“……”

"Master, in fact, the old lady is just like a knife with a mouth and a bean curd heart. After all, Miss Sichun is the one she saw growing up with. She said she didn't agree, but when she came in, she couldn't drive Miss Sichun out, could she? You know the old lady's habit of duplicity. "

Chen Ma is bent on Yuan Sichun. The last time she saw Miss Sichun crying, she couldn't bear it.

I'd like to make a cut before I play. At that time, my family will have no choice?

"Maybe Miss Sichun is wrong in some things, but she just likes our young master. Anyone who comes across some emotional things is a little irrational. In fact, if the young master is kind to her and makes things clear, I don't think Miss Sichun will be upset... "

"Come on, stop it!"

The old man impatiently interrupted Chen Ma's words. Her face was gloomy. Chen Ma pursed her lips and didn't go on.

Looking up at Bo Yuelin sitting on one side, he finally turned and left.

Bo Yuelin sat there, silent for a while, and suddenly said:

"there is some truth in what sister-in-law Chen said. How can she say that Sichun is still young? She may have made a mistake, but she can't forgive her all her life. The important thing is that we have to give the yuan family a story about this. "

As soon as he heard that he wanted to give an explanation to the yuan family, Mr. Bo's face was even more heavy.

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there was no mention of this incident until we had dinner together in the evening.

Just a few people's faces are not good, everyone's words are not much, the atmosphere of the whole restaurant is a little dignified.

The wound on Shen Fanxing's body was soft, that is, the one he was thrown away at that time. The pain was almost like burning. After taking painkillers, it didn't feel too bad.

However, Bo Jingchuan refused to let anyone go, and even planned to stay with her at home. She refused two sentences. After getting the indisputable refusal, she left Bo Jingchuan.

She's wrong, so naturally she has to listen to men.

After dinner, they were going to go back to their room. As a result, Lairong stopped Shen Fanxing at the entrance of the stairs, with a gentle smile on his face, and said, "clean up the clothes in the room."

Shen Fanxing doubts, "what's the matter?"

Lairong sighs and smiles at Bo Jingchuan.

With indifference, Bo Jingchuan reaches for Shen Fanxing and takes her upstairs.

"What's the matter? Why do you pack up all of a sudden? "

"It's OK not to clean up."

Shen Fanxing still didn't know what was going on, but the next morning, when Shen Fanxing came down from the upstairs, he saw yuan Sichun leaning on the sofa in the living room on the first floor. His delicate and meticulous face, which used to be in the past, was not powdered, and his pale face was morbid.

The old man is sitting on the main seat of the sofa, looking at Yuan Sichun.

Chen Ma carefully stuffed several pillows on Yuan Sichun's back and side for fear that she might accidentally bump into them.

That pair of smiling attentive appearance, let Shen Fanxing's mind suddenly jump out of the "dogleg" three words.

With a silent sneer, Yuan Sichun, who was taken care of on the sofa, looked up at her.

Raising her hand is the fruit that Chen Ma put beside her and cut and set the plate.

Knowing that she put an apple in her mouth and chewed it, she called "sister-in-law" to her with a smile.

The old man turned his head and looked at her. When he saw her plain and expressionless face, his brow could not help wrinkling.Until Shen Fanxing came down the stairs and stood in front of Yuan Sichun, looking at her coldly.

"Are you sure you want to call me sister-in-law?"

Yuan Sichun's face was stiff, and the whole person was embarrassed and aggrieved.

Seeing this, Mrs. Chen said: "Miss Sichun, you are calling a little early now. Miss Shen and the young master are not even engaged..."

Hearing this, Yuan Sichun looked up at her and said with a smile, "that's right. Miss Shen, maybe for a long time, excuse me

Shen Fanxing was silent for half a second, and suddenly sneered. Although she guessed everything, she still said:

"if I were you, I would be beaten to tears by others. When I see them, I would like to find a way to get in. Miss yuan really has the ability to refresh my understanding of your face once again. "

The smile on Yuan Sichun's face gradually darkened, but he didn't attack Shen Fanxing directly. Instead, he faced the old man with a look of grievance.

"Grandfather, I think I'd better go back first. I knew my sister-in-law would be unhappy when I came here."

"Since I know that I still have to come to the door, I'm deliberately trying to block my way, isn't it?"

Shen Fanxing did not give in at all, and his words were even more merciless.

"Enough! It's endless

The old man said in a deep voice, "you know that the injury on Sichun's body is from you! She took the initiative to make friends with you. How long will your strength last? "

This is obviously to Shen Fanxing.

Shen Fanxing's eyes flashed for a moment. Looking at Yuan Sichun's complacency in the bottom of her eyes, she said coldly:

"it's never over. It's because she should be beaten! It's not my fault. "

"You..."

"Mother Zhang, is breakfast ready yet?"

Seeing the old man get angry again, the old lady's indifferent voice came from behind.

Zhang Ma stood at the kitchen door, looking discontentedly at the situation in the living room. When she heard the old lady shouting like this, she immediately answered.

"All right!"