Chapter 817 Who Is the Grandson?

You must know that after working in the old house of the Bo family for so many years, the young master seldom smiled since he was a child.

When there is nothing to do, he looks very indifferent and gentle, gentle and refined, steady and self-disciplined.

However, once something happened, he could truly experience his ruthless indifference and coldness.

The young master's smile is the most extravagant thing in the Bo family.

Fortunately, the second young master has a good personality.

The two people seem to be two extremes, but they also complement each other.

I didn't expect to see the young master's smile one day. I'm really... so lucky.

The corners of Mr. Bo's mouth twitched, his eyelids twitched, his eyelids twitched, the muscles on his face twitched...

"You...you actually want to play tricks!"

Shen Fanxing sighed softly, "I can't help it. Of course, I don't have the confidence to beat you with my master's superb chess skills for so many years. I can only take advantage of some small loopholes in other places. I just used my own It’s just the advantages and privileges. Even if I play tricks, old man, can you still care about me as a woman?”

Old Man Bo choked, "I..."

"Of course you won't argue with me."

Shen Fanxing took the old man's words by himself, smiling harmlessly.

"You are a cunning and treacherous little girl, you play tricks and make excuses!"

Shen Fanxing raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his fair and slender index finger to scratch the center of his eyebrows.

"Although... I was thinking of playing tricks, but the fact... I won the chess game..."

Old Man Bo's face twitched again: "..."

Afterwards, Shen Fanxing raised the old man's "General" that he had just eaten, "I still won two rounds, and the last round...you seem to have lost a bit..."

"..." Mr. Bo's eyes almost popped out.

Bao Jingxing couldn't help laughing because of Shen Fanxing's "riding a little donkey" just now.

Lying on the tea table next to him clutching his stomach, he was almost suffocated from laughing, and even slapped the table unbearably.

"Hahahahaha, I'm really going to die of laughter, help me, hahaha..."

"Laugh! Laugh! I'll make you laugh again!"

Old Man Bo took the crutch next to him, and hit Bao Jingxing twice with a "boom, boom, boom, boom..."

Bao Jingxing jumped off the stool all of a sudden, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

Finally, there was no annoying laughter in his ears, so old man Bo threw away his crutches, stared at Shen Fanxing, and said:

"Come again!"

Shen Fanxing hooked his lips, put the chess piece in his hand on the chessboard, and then stood up slowly, leaning on the armrest of the chair.

"Stop playing. It's noon, and it's time to eat."

"Want to leave after winning?!" The old man was in a hurry, he hadn't reported the shame and humiliation of today!

Shen Fanxing shook his head, "Old man, it's not that I want to leave if I win, it's that I'm afraid that you will lose again."

"You have such a big breath."

Shen Fanxing looked helpless, "Next time, but I think I will win next time."

As she said that, she left her seat, and Bao Jingchuan immediately stood up and hugged her slender waist.

"Take you to dinner, huh?"

"Okay." Shen Fanxing smiled, leaning slightly against Bao Jingchuan's side.

"What kind of cuisine do you want to eat? I'll take you out to eat."

"Hmm... Sichuan cuisine, I feel like I haven't eaten it for a while."

"Okay." Bao Jingchuan's voice sounded low, charming and gentle.

"What are you going out for? Are there any professional chefs of any cuisine at home? Do you still need you to go out to eat?!"

Just when Bao Jingchuan was about to leave with Shen Fanxing, old man Bo threw him down heavily if he got angry.

Shen Fanxing raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

"Is grandpa inviting us to have dinner with you?"

Old Man Bo snorted coldly, "You think it's beautiful, just because I just happen to want to eat Sichuan food at noon today. Wouldn't it be a waste if I couldn't finish it all by myself!"

Bao Jingxing laughed twice beside him, "Grandpa doesn't like spicy food? Why do you want to eat Sichuan food all of a sudden?"

"I just want to eat it? You son of a bitch, whose grandson are you?!"

Seeing the old man's face being dismantled, Shen Fanxing shook his head helplessly.

"Then let's not go out to eat."

Shen Fanxing looked up at Bao Jingchuan, smiled and blinked at her.

Bao Jingchuan's heart softened in an instant. He couldn't let go of this little woman.

Old Man Bo looked at the two of them, pursed his lips, snorted softly, and turned his face away. -

The old man's "condition" improved this time, and Bo Yuelin and Bo Chengjiang also "relieved" and went home.

Bo Anxi and Yuan Muchun couldn't wait to go out and play for a long time.

On the huge solid wooden table in the restaurant, there were only the old man, Bao Jingchuan, Bao Jingxing and Shen Fanxing.

The characteristic of Sichuan cuisine is spicy, and a few people really didn't eat much, but drank a lot of water.

"Today, Mom called and said that she and Dad would go back to Hong Kong first, and then return to Pingcheng to attend the engagement ceremony."

Bao Jingchuan turned his head to look at Shen Fanxing, and said indifferently, "Should we meet them first, or should we go back to Pingcheng first?"

Shen Fanxing paused for a moment with his chopsticks, then clenched them slightly, "...It should be, I'll meet the two of them first."

Bao Jingchuan's dark eyes slid over her slightly stiff hand, and under the table, he held her hand and squeezed it gently.

"Don't be nervous."

The old man sitting on the main seat snorted twice, "It's too early to be nervous."

Bao Jingchuan raised his eyes and glanced at the old man, "I'm now having people tidy up the old house in Pingcheng. After so many years of tossing around, you might as well think about how to coax your wife back."

Shen Fanxing looked up at the old man.

She smelled gossip.

"There's a lot to do!" -

After eating, Bao Jingchuan took Shen Fanxing away.

The old man put down his chopsticks and stared at Shen Fanxing's eager eyes, as if a raging fire was burning, almost burning several holes in Shen Fanxing.

As his own grandson, his burning urgency is quite obvious.

This is the look of fighting another 500 games!

That's absolutely endless.

Bao Jingxing was also afraid of being entangled, so he followed Shen Fanxing and Bao Jingchuan away.

When a few people were walking around after dinner, Bao Jingxing kept asking Shen Fanxing in front of a big 8kw light bulb with no winks.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, can you really not know how to play chess?"

"Really not."

"God, I can't believe it, then how did you manage to beat Grandpa?"

"The brain is a good thing."

"Grandpa is very good at pestering people when he loses. Since he won, anyway, if you are a beginner, if you let him in the third game, he won't doubt you. Why did you win against him? Do you know how to dig a hole yourself?"

"I'm not the only one in the pit."

Three big question marks flashed on Bao Jingxing's head.

"What's the meaning?"