Chapter 108 You Have Lost This Qualification

Ma Zhang sighed softly, "Miss Shen eat first, I'll go up and see Mr.

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

"That mother Zhang..."

Shen Fanxing stood up and called Ma Zhang.

"Miss Shen?"

Shen Fanxing walked to Zhang Ma and pointed to the tray in her hand.

"I'll help you deliver it..."

Ma Zhang raised her eyes and looked at Shen Fanxing secretly, seeing a little discomfort on her face, and a smile in her eyes.

"Then it's hard work, Miss Shen."

Shen Fanxing pursed his lips and took the tray.

Topped with light white porridge and two simple side dishes, and two medicine bottles.

Really simple breakfast.

Is it really okay for a tall man like him to eat so little at each meal?

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

She pushed open the door and went in, but Bo Jingchuan didn't imagine that he would lie down on the bed and be a patient.

Instead, she wore a more casual outfit compared to her previous suits and leather shoes.

He is sitting on a chair on the balcony at the moment, his legs are elegantly stacked together, and he is approving documents there with a pen.

Bo Jingchuan didn't look up, he subconsciously thought it was a servant, but two seconds later, he raised his head sharply.

Ink-like cold eyes with 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 footsteps seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

When his eyes touched Shen Fanxing's figure, the look in his black eyes instantly calmed down.

He closed the document in his hand, raised his head, looked at her slightly, and looked at her with a light smile.

"Woke up?"

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

"I heard that you are sick."

She walked up to him, bent over and placed the tray on the table next to him.

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

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

Long hair swept across the back of his hand, slightly cool.

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

Shen Fanxing was shocked, but he was still pulled into the man's arms.

A familiar breath enveloped her in an instant.

The height difference between the two of them is much different. She raised her head slightly, and just as her eyes touched his chin, a large palm was pressed down on the top of her head.

"Have you taken a shower?"

Shen Fanxing's heart trembled slightly.

"Um."

"I am cured?"

"……better."

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

He pressed 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 reveals a noble elegance, and the design of the whole room is simple yet faintly revealing a low-key domineering.

This is a room that belongs only to a man. Like his people, it makes people feel a sense of distance from their subconscious self.

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

Shen Fanxing's heart moved slightly, knowing his intentions, she quickly stood up and reached for the hair dryer in the man's hand.

"I'll do it myself."

"You have lost this qualification."

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

He bent his arm hard and brought Shen Fanxing into his arms.