Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

   Chapter 689 Mind?

   Ye Qingqiu smiled, "But I'm still dying of poverty."

  Xiao Gao's face froze slightly, then shook his head helplessly.

This woman, sometimes with a frown and a smile, is really squeamish, but she is such a squeamishness, she always tickles the heart of the person who hooks up at that moment, but the next second, she seems to be a different person. The sense of alienation brought about by the coldness and delicacy makes people feel that the person they saw in the last second is their illusion.

   I don't know where her delicate and squeamishness comes from. If that's the case, she can't be reduced to being a wine companion here.

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   In the unnamed box on the second floor, Bo Jingchuan and Shen Fanxing were the last ones to arrive.

   After entering, I found out that some of the people in the box were somewhat familiar.

  The last time I went out with Bo Jingchuan, I met them, but there were also a few unfamiliar faces. Although I didn't know each other privately, they all met once in a big scene.

   They are all wealthy families in Pingcheng, serious dignitaries.

   There was only a little girl in the box. Thinking of the tone of chatting in the group, she seemed to be the student named Shang Qiqi.

   He has black hair that has no chemicals at all, and is neatly tied into a ponytail behind him. His small face is fair and tender, and his big eyes are full of innocence and a bit of restless cunning and wildness.

   Several other men, tall and handsome, with different temperaments, were filled with a kind of pampered dignity.

   Seeing them coming, the calm and indifferent ones just greeted them indifferently, while the unruly ones surrounded Shen Shen Fanxing and Bo Jingchuan with all kinds of surprises and researches on her.

  Shen Fanxing had never experienced this kind of battle, so he was a little powerless to deal with it.

   Fortunately, there was Bo Jingchuan by her side, and with a cold look, several people were forced back from her side.

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   After Shen Fanxing and Bo Jingchuan took their seats, they looked at the corner of the sofa facing the door.

  Li Tingshen sat there quietly, a pair of slender and straight long legs wrapped around his suit trousers folded elegantly and calmly, the black suit jacket was open, revealing the black expensive shirt inside.

A slender cigarette is tucked between her beautiful fingers, and while breathing, the handsome and quiet face is looming in the curling smoke. Cold breath.

   looked neither angry nor happy, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

  Shen Fanxing pursed his lips, feeling inexplicable about the worry in his heart.

   She thought about caring about people other than Xu Qingzhi.

   She never wanted to become an emotionally overwhelmed person.

  's concern for Ye Qingqiu made her a little uncomfortable.

   suddenly came back to his senses, let out a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at Bo Jingchuan, but saw that he had a cigarette in his hand at some point.

   Shen Fanxing was a little surprised, in her opinion, Bo Jingchuan is not an addict.

  I can drink alcohol, but I have never seen him drink too much.

  Cigarette, she has never seen him touch it, and even at home, he has never seen the shadow of a cigarette case.

   But he didn't expect that he would actually be able to smoke.

  Bo Jingchuan noticed her eyes, glanced at the cigarette on his fingers, approached her, and his deep voice sounded clearly in her ears.

"mind?"

  Shen Fanxing looked around the box, almost everyone had a cigarette in their hands.

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   (end of this chapter)