Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

   Chapter 817 Who is the grandson?

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

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

   However, when something happens, he can truly appreciate his ruthless indifference and coldness.

  The smile of the eldest young master is the most extravagant thing in the Bo family.

   Fortunately, the second young master has a very good personality.

  The two people seem to be two extremes, but they are also complementary.

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

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

   "You...you're actually thinking of cheating!"

Shen Fanxing sighed softly, "I can't do anything about it. I naturally have no confidence to beat you with my masterful chess skills for so many years, so I can only take some small holes in other places. I just used my own possessions. It's just the advantages and privileges. Even if I cheat, can you still care about a woman like me?"

   Mr. Bo choked, "I..."

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

  Shen Fanxing took over the words of the old man on his own, with a harmless smile on his face.

   "You cunning and treacherous little girl's film, you are lying and arrogant!"

  Shen Fanxing raised her eyebrows and scratched her eyebrows with her fair and slender index finger.

   "Although...I was thinking of cheating, but the truth...I won at chess..."

   Mr. Bo's face twitched again: "..."

   After that, Shen Fanxing raised the old man's "general" that he had just eaten in his hand again, "I still won two rounds, and this last round... It seems that you lost a bit miserably..."

   "..." Mr. Bo's eyes were about to pop out.

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

   clutching his stomach and lying on the tea table next to him, he was about to suffocate with laughter, and he slapped the table unbearably.

   "Hahahahaha, I'm really going to be laughed to death, help, hahaha..."

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

   Mr. Bo held the cane next to him, "Boom" and hit Bo Jingxing twice, "Ah, it hurts..."

  Bo Jingxing jumped off the stool at once, and the laughter was abruptly withdrawn.

   There was finally no annoying laughter in his ears, so Mr. Bo threw away his cane, stared at Shen Fanxing, and said:

   "Come again!"

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

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

   "Want to leave after winning?!" The old man was anxious, he hadn't reported today's humiliation!

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

   "You have such a big tone."

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

   After she said that, she left the seat, and Bo Jingchuan also stood up immediately and hugged her slender waist.

   "Take you to dinner, eh?"

   "Okay." Shen Fanxing smiled, leaning slightly on Bo Jingchuan's side.

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

   "Well... Sichuan cuisine, I feel like I haven't eaten it in a while."

   "Okay." Bo Jingchuan's voice sounded low, bewildering and gentle.

   "What are you going out for? There is no professional chef of which cuisine at home? Do you still want to go out to eat?!"

   Just as Bo Jingchuan was about to leave with Shen Fanxing, Mr. Bo threw him down heavily if he was not angry.

  Shen Fanxing raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her lips drew a faint arc.

   "Grandpa is inviting us to accompany you to dinner?"

   Mr. Bo snorted coldly, "The beauty you think is just because I just wanted to eat Sichuan food at noon today. If I can't finish it all by myself, it's a waste!"

  Bo Jingxing laughed twice by the side, "Didn't Grandpa not eat spicy food? Why do you suddenly want to eat Sichuan food?"

   "I just want to eat it, can't I? Son of a bitch, who is your grandson?!"

   Seeing that the old man was dismantled and could not hide his face, Shen Fanxing shook his head helplessly.

   "Then let's not go out to eat."

  Shen Fanxing raised her head, looked at Bo Jingchuan, smiled and blinked at her.

   Bo Jingchuan's heart softened instantly, this little woman simply made him fall in love.

   Mr. Bo looked at the two people, pursed his lips tightly, snorted lightly through his nose, and turned his face to one side. -

   The old man's "condition" improved this time. Bo Yuelin and Bo Chengjiang also "put down their hearts" and went home each.

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

  On the huge solid wood dining table in the restaurant, there were only the old man, Bo Jingchuan, Bo Jingxing and Shen Fanxing.

  Sichuan cuisine is characterized by its spicyness. A few people really didn't eat much, but drank a belly of water.

   "Today my mother called and said that she and my father would go back to Hong Kong first, and then go back to Pingcheng for the engagement ceremony."

  Bo Jingchuan turned his head to look at Shen Fanxing, and said lightly, "Do we want to meet them first, or should we go back to Pingcheng first?"

  Shen Fanxing's chopsticks paused for a while, then squeezed slightly, "...It should be, see the two of them first."

  Bo Jingchuan's pitch-black eyes slid over her slightly stiff hand, under the table, took her hand and squeezed it gently.

   "Don't be nervous."

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

  Bo Jingchuan raised his eyes and glanced at the old man, "I'm currently having people clean up the old house in Pingcheng. After so many years of tossing, 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, Bo Jingchuan took Shen Fanxing away.

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

   As a grandson, his burning urgency is quite obvious.

   This is the look of another five hundred battles!

   That is absolutely endless.

  Bo Jingxing was also afraid of being entangled, so he left with Shen Fanxing and Bo Jingchuan.

   When a few people were walking around after dinner, Bo Jingxing was in front of a large 8-kilowatt light bulb, and kept asking Shen Fanxing.

   "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, do you really know how to play chess?"

   "Really not."

   "God, I can't believe it, then how on earth did you win Grandpa?"

   "The brain is a good thing."

"Grandpa is a man who can be tricky when he loses chess. Since he won, you are a beginner anyway, and he let him in the third game, so he won't doubt that you handed chess. Why did you still win him? Do you know how to dig a hole yourself?"

   "It's not just me in the pit."

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

"What's the meaning?"

   (end of this chapter)