Chapter 152 Are You an Immortal?

Bo Jingchuan did not deny it, his voice was low.

"Um."

The door of the office closed automatically, and Shen Fanxing stood still at the door.

Bo Jingchuan slightly hooked his lips, looked up at her, and said slowly, "Why are you here?"

Shen Fanxing pursed her lips, "Your good special assistant specially emphasized that you have to work overtime tonight, and you can't eat dinner. The newly found apartment is only a ten-minute walk from your company."

Bo Jingchuan's eyes fell on the insulation box she was holding, and his dark eyes lit up slightly.

Shen Fanxing thought for a while, but still carried the lunch box into the office and put it on the coffee table.

"You remember to eat, I'll go first."

Shen Fanxing smiled slightly, then turned and walked towards the door.

Holding the doorknob in her hand, the moment she opened the crack of the door, a large hand passed through the top of her head and pushed the door again.

A familiar cold breath enveloped her, and a tall and straight figure was pasted behind her.

"It's all coming, you're leaving so soon?"

Shen Fanxing pursed her lips, "Didn't you say I bother you?"

"yes."

The low alcohol voice of the man fell from the top of her head, and the frankness of the words made people angry.

The sweet words before, are actually all rhetoric!

Shen Fanxing turned the door handle again and pulled it, but the man's hand was still above her head, unable to open the door.

A hand suddenly came across his lower abdomen, and Shen Fanxing was hugged from behind by the man into his arms.

A low hoarse voice rang in her ears, and the warm breath he sprayed beside her ears.

"It's true to be disturbed, but I like to be disturbed by you."

Shen Fanxing's brows twitched.

The body was turned by the man from his arms to face him, and the man's eyes were looking at her with a smile.

Shen Fanxing looked up at him, and found that in his pair of black and white eyes, the eyes were as black as ink, and a few faint red lines could be seen around Bai.

Her heart paused slightly, and a soft color gradually filled her eyes.

"You're right, I've disturbed you anyway, let's eat first."

"Do you feel bad for me?" Bo Jingchuan saw her subtle expression in his eyes.

Shen Fanxing shook his head, "No."

Bo Jingchuan chuckled, "Liar."

"...Okay, let's have dinner."

Shen Fanxing pushed him and walked towards the sofa.

Three dishes and one soup are complete.

Shen Fanxing sat next to him, watching the man eat slowly.

Good-looking people are so eye-catching even when they eat.

Time passed quietly, Bo Jingchuan put down his chopsticks, reached out and picked up the water cup beside him, and took a sip of water.

Shen Fanxing saw that half of the food in those plates hadn't gone down, she straightened up and frowned lightly and said, "Is the food unpalatable?"

"delicious."

"Then why do you eat so much?"

Bo Jingchuan took another sip of water and chuckled, "I'm full."

Shen Fanxing looked up at him, "Are you an immortal?"

"Um?"

"Are you bigu? Why is your appetite so small? For a person of your age, where do you get the energy and physical strength to eat this?"

Bo Jingchuan raised his eyebrows slightly, put down the water glass in his hand, stretched out his hand to grab Shen Fanxing's arm, and hugged her in his arms.

Shen Fanxing exclaimed, but Bo Jingchuan clasped her waist tightly, imprisoned her in his arms, and pressed her forehead affectionately.