Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

Chapter 1275: this touch

Chapter 1275 This touch

Seeing Shen Fanxing standing at the entrance of the stairs, he smiled and said hello, "Good morning, ma'am."

"Good morning."

Shen Fanxing replied, and then saw Yu Song instructing two people to lift out the real leather sofa in the living room that had not been sat a few times...

"Hey..." Shen Fanxing stretched out his hand to stop it, and then the other two people at the door walked in with another brand new sofa.

rolled his eyes in his eye sockets, and then pursed his lips.

She shouldn't have said that.

Bo Jingchuan had already walked to her side at this time, wrapped his arms around her waist and approached her with a faint smile in his voice.

"Is there anything else you are not satisfied with?"

Shen Fanxing pointed at the door, "What are you going to do with the sofa?"

"threw."

Shen Fanxing frowned, "What a pity."

Bo Jingchuan reached out and stroked her fluffy hair, "We don't lack the money to buy a sofa. Mrs. Bo."

"There is no shortage of money, and waste is two concepts."

Shen Fanxing paused, then continued: "Put that sofa in our bedroom."

Bo Jingchuan raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"You can't help but move your feet in the future, you also have a place where you can calm down."

Bo Jingchuan: "..."

This means that if he can't help but want her, the sofa will become his exclusive corner to reflect on himself and extinguish his desires?

Bo Jingchuan's face sank instantly, "Shen Fanxing, you have been too much to me recently. You need to reflect on it."

Shen Fanxing reached out and stroked his flat stomach, smiling and saying:

"Who made us have these two babies?"

Bo Jingchuan looked down at her stomach, his dark and deep eyes narrowed slowly.

These two... little brats!

Aware of his gloomy eyes, Shen Fanxing put his hands on his stomach and looked at him vigilantly.

"what are you thinking?"

Bo Jingchuan looked away from her stomach and looked at her face for a long time.

After a long time, he slowly said:

"You are my wife. Do you know?"

Shen Fanxing blinked, "I know. What are you trying to say?"

Bo Jingchuan pursed his lips and pointed his finger at her stomach, "So the two of them are purely accidental. Accidents don't need to be particularly concerned."

Shen Fanxing: "..."

How could she have the illusion that her baby was born without paternal love?

When I thought of my two little babies sitting in a row on the bed with wide eyes, expecting and innocently waiting for my father to hug, I suddenly felt so bitter.

"You...don't love them?"

Thinking of the pitiful picture, Shen Fanxing's soft voice was a little aggrieved.

Her babies, can we not have fatherly love?

Bo Jingchuan looked at Shen Fanxing's small aggrieved face, leaned over and kissed her face, and a low and enchanting voice sounded softly in his ears:

"I love you more."

Shen Fanxing's eyes flashed, and there was an irresistible smile on her red lips.

Bo Jingchuan held Shen Fanxing's hand at this time.

"Um?"

"Didn't you say sleepy? Take you to sleep."

"Oh... Then can you share some love with the babies?"

"can not."

"...but I will love them very much."

"Neither." The man's voice sank.

"What can't?"

Bo Jingchuan pursed his lips, took a deep breath, bent over and took the person into his arms, carried him directly into the bedroom.

"You can only love me."