Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

Chapter 901: Wisty?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Yuan Sichun retracted her gaze and flashed the thermos flask in her hand.

“I personally brewed a pot of seafood mushroom soup this morning. It tastes pretty good, so I brought it over for you to try.”

Old Master Bo laughed. “When did you become so virtuous?”

Yuan Sichun blushed. “Grandpa, don’t tease me… I’ll go to the kitchen to get a bowl! By the way, where’s Brother Bo and Jinghang? Do they want to drink together?”

Just as he finished speaking, Bo Jinghang walked in with an ugly expression. Yuan Sichun greeted him casually, “Jinghang, I brought some mushroom soup. Do you want some?”

Bo Jinghang glanced at her coldly and said, “There are all kinds of chefs in the Bo family. Do they have to wait for you to cook whatever soup they want?”

The living room fell silent.

No one expected Bo Jinghang, who had always been easygoing, to suddenly make things difficult for someone.

Yuan Sichun’s face turned pale from embarrassment.

For a moment, she was stuck in an awkward position and didn’t know what to say.

The old master looked at Bo Jinhang’s sullen face and said coldly,

“What’s wrong with you so early in the morning? Sichun is just being kind. If you don’t want to drink, forget it. What’s with your attitude?!”

Bo Jinghang furrowed his brows tightly and his domineering aura was intimidating.

He glanced at her coldly and sat on the sofa, looking extremely frustrated.

The old man had given Yuan Sichun a way out, so she naturally wouldn’t miss it. She smiled awkwardly and said,

“It’s okay, Grandpa. Jinghang doesn’t seem to be in a good mood… Let’s talk for a while, I won’t mind.”

Bo Jinghang suddenly gave a cold laugh. He looked up and his eyes, which were as dark as Bo Jinchuan’s, shone with a silver light.

“Are all women so indecisive? Can you accept anything?”

Yuan Sichun frowned. Early in the morning, she was angered by Bo Jinhang’s strange behavior.

“What else? What do you want to make me happy?”

Bo Jinghang pursed his lips and frowned.

The thought of Sang Yu sending him a message last night to tell him that she had decided to get the company’s shares according to his suggestion…

What the hell did he suggest?

Let her seduce—Gu Beiyan!

So she had decided to listen to him and seduce Gu Beiyan?

He was the vice president of a subsidiary company that was listed on the market, and he only had such opinions?

“Sichun, ignore him! This brat needs to be taught a lesson. Wait for Jinchuan to come back and teach him a lesson!”

Old Master Bo couldn’t stand seeing his grandson messing around so early in the morning. He even used his trump card.

Yuan Sichun smiled. She recalled how Bo Jinghang used to tease her when he saw that she was the only girl by their side. Back then, Brother Bo had taught him a lesson to help her vent her anger.

She couldn’t help but sigh at the past. “Thinking about it now, I was often protected by Brother Bo when I was young.”

Bo Jinghang smirked sarcastically. “That’s right. You’re always crying before anything happens. If my brother doesn’t find it annoying, he won’t even lift a finger even if you cry your eyes out.”

Yuan Sichun’s face stiffened. She paused and whispered, “I’ll get the bowl.”

“I won’t drink it, lest my brother spits it out when he comes back!”

Bo Jinghang’s disgusting words successfully stopped Yuan Sichun in her tracks.

“You mean Brother Bo isn’t home?”

Bo Jinghang smiled mockingly.

“You didn’t come back after going out last night. It’s a pity for your carefully brewed seafood soup.”

Yuan Sichun’s face turned pale. “Where did he go?”

Bo Jinghang glanced at him and said, “Isn’t that nonsense? Your wife ran away from home. Even if you think with your toes, you’re going after her!”

Yuan Sichun’s lips twitched. “…Really?”

She responded faintly and walked stiffly towards the kitchen.

In the end, only the Old Master drank the soup. Yuan Sichun stared at the mushroom soup she had made early in the morning. She gritted her teeth and closed the thermos.

“There’s still so much anyway. I’ll bring it to the clubhouse for Auntie to try.”

Old Master Bo took a sip of the soup and hurriedly said, “Xianxian is looking for that person too. Bring her over too!”

Yuan Sichun glanced at Lan Xianxian, who was standing silently at the side, and agreed readily.

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In the clubhouse, after Bo Jinchuan ordered breakfast, he walked to the bedroom and sat beside her. Looking at her sleeping face, a smile appeared in his dark eyes.

She remembered that when she took a nap in her bedroom, she was still wearing his bathrobe.

Her indifferent and seductive appearance was still vivid in his mind.

Who would have known that he had the urge to kiss her back then?

He reached out to stroke her hair. In the end, the corners of his lips curled up slightly. He bent down and kissed her gently. His warm tongue traced the shape of her pink lips as he sucked on them gently.

The eyelashes of the sleeping woman fluttered, and a familiar fragrance lingered in her nose. The gentle kiss made her feel relaxed and comfortable.

Her lips moved gently in response to his kiss, but Bo Jinchuan took the opportunity to enter her mouth. He curled his tongue around hers and chased after her.

After the kiss, he pressed his forehead against hers and kissed the tip of her nose.

“You’ve improved a lot.”

“Huh?” Shen Fanxing hunched her shoulders and said lazily.

“It’s much better than sleeping in my bed in my bathrobe the first time.”

Shen Fanxing seemed to recall how awkward it was back then.

Her face flushed slightly. “What improvement?”

Bo Jinchuan smiled silently and said, “I still can’t forget your every expression back then, as well as your wariness and wariness when you saw me. You can’t even be bothered to open your eyes now, huh?”

Bo Jinchuan reached out to remove her hand from the blanket and wrapped his arms around her neck before lifting her up.

The thin blanket slid off her body, revealing her fair and tender skin. There were traces of last night’s lovemaking on it. Bo Jinchuan couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction.

Sensing his gaze, Shen Fanxing lowered her head to look at her body. The spots on it reminded her of how the two of them had intertwined last night. He even looked so fierce last night.

Her face suddenly turned red and she covered the spots on her chest.

She looked up at him reproachfully, but because of the bromic acid, she became coquettish.

Bo Jinchuan smiled and reached out to put the shirt on her.

“I don’t want to wear this anymore!”

It was the same dress from last night!

Because of this dress, she had almost lost her life last night.

From now on, this dress would be kept in the dark forever!

“Be good, put it on first and let me take a look.”

Shen Fanxing’s scalp tingled. “Bo Jinchuan…”

“Yes?”

“Will you become a pervert in the future? Will you like those sexy and seductive women in nightclubs?”

Bo Jinchuan successfully put the shirt on her and narrowed his eyes at her dangerously.

“You’re calling me wretched?”