Bo Qian looked down at his legs and replied with no expression. "For the time being."

After hearing the words, Jingnian smiled, "It's so pretty, it's nice."

The man stared at the smile on her lips for a moment, narrowed her eyes, and asked coldly, "Where did the video you broke this morning come from?"

She broke the news, not the video he sent her.

And also dubbed.

"I shot it by accident."

"You dubbed it?"

Eight years ago, when Bo Qianshen went abroad, Jingnian was just a teenage girl.

A year ago, she suddenly appeared in front of him... It was just a night of entanglement.

He wasn’t sure if she had made it herself, but if she did it, it was a little unexpected.

"Ok."

"If you need help when you divorce Bo Xusheng, you can ask Bo Yan. Don't do that stupid thing in the future."

Bo Qianshen changed his face faster than the sky.

The atmosphere of the chat was good a second ago, and in a flash he turned sunny, his tone was indifferent, and he refused.

Jing Nian's smile stiffened.

The raised jaw is stubborn and willful, "I don't have anything to do with what I do, and I don't need your help."

He knows everything.

Said she was stupid.

He was not surprised by her reaction, his voice was cold, "Follow you."

Jing Nian's chest suddenly undulated.

Looking at the white porridge on the small table, I just wanted to say not to drink this ghost thing.

There was a protest in the stomach.

The afterglow of the eyes swept the man on the wheelchair. Look as usual.

She quietly withdrew her gaze again.

Hesitating, the pale fingers pinched the edge of the bowl and pulled the porridge slightly in front of him.

Tangled for more than ten seconds.

She scooped up a spoon and fed it into her mouth.

The porridge entrance did not seem to be as unpleasant as expected, and there was a flavour of meat in the white porridge.

This made the hungry expression between her eyebrows vivid.

The hungry appearance inadvertently pleased the man in the wheelchair.

The corner of his mouth turned slightly imperceptibly.

She looked up and he returned to indifference.

Outside the door, knocking sounded.

The disturbed Jing Young frowned lightly, and Bo Qian said quietly, "Come in."

The person who came in the door was Aunt Yang.

She first looked at Jingnian and saw that she lowered her eyebrows and focused on feeding the porridge into her mouth. She came over and lowered her voice a little, and said to Bo Qianchen, "Son, my son, Miss Xia is here."

Jing Nian was suddenly choked with a violent cough.

Bo Qianshen's beautiful eyebrow peak was wrinkled, and the slender fingers holding the wheelchair tightened slightly and then loosened.

Untouched.

Until Jingnian stopped coughing.

He only sarcastically said, "Don't be so anxious, no one will rob you."

She looked at him violently.

Foggy eyes, I wonder if it's coughing, or I'm dyed with other emotions.

The aggrieved appearance made people look inexplicably unbearable.

Bo Qianshen Meifeng narrowed his eyes lightly.

Aunt Yang said with a smile, "Sister Shen, I am here waiting for Miss Jing to finish the porridge."

Bo Qianshen gave a "huh" sound.

Turn around and push the wheelchair towards the door.

Jing Nian bit his lip and looked at Bo Qianshen's back in a wheelchair.

Emotions began to fluctuate again.

When his wheelchair slid to the door, Jing Nian suddenly raised his voice and asked, "Does Bo Xusheng know that I am here with you?"

At the door, Bo Qiansheng paused.

In reply, "He doesn't know."

The man and the wheelchair disappeared into her sight.

Jingnian looked at the empty door.

Raise lips and laugh.

Turned around and asked, "Aunt Yang, does Xia Siman often come to Bo Qianshen?"