Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

wo of you can just focus on managing the company and not worry about our family matters…”

As Shen Fanxing spoke, she had already gone behind him and removed his blazer.

Bo Jinchuan turned around to see her hanging his blazer on the rack by the door.
Her long hair was pulled back and tied into a loose ponytail.
She looked demure and elegant without any makeup.
She looked like a wife indeed.

He strode slowly towards Shen Fanxing.
The lights on the porch weren’t switched on, and light shone from the living room.

After hanging up the blazer, Shen Fanxing saw Bo Jinchuan standing in front of her.

“What’s wrong?”

Shen Fanxing gazed into his dark eyes.
She couldn’t ignore his strong presence.
When he inched closer, she sensed something.

Moreover, besides his noble and powerful aura, there was also a deep resentment surrounding him.

Using his height, he lowered his gaze to look at her.
She looked up at him too.

Suddenly, a clean scent closed in on her.
The grip on her waist tightened and everything in her vision whirled.
When she snapped back to reality, she had already landed on the shoe cabinet at the entrance.

That aloof but perfect face enlarged before her eyes, and the tip of his nose pressed against hers.

His warm breath landed on her face and his deep voice was inches away from her.
He still sounded bitter.

“I’m still angry.”

“Then what should we do?”

Shen Fanxing rested her hands on his shoulders.
She was used to their intimacy.

But there were others at home.

Panic gripped her as she glanced in the direction of the living room.
It was quiet everywhere.

Her chin tightened as Bo Jinchuan’s cool fingers turned her face back to him.

His eyes glinted with annoyance.

“Find a way to appease my anger.”

Finishing his command, he tilted his head slightly, seemingly in deep thought before continuing,

“There’s no time limit.”

She was speechless…