Closing the folder in his hand, Bo Junchen glanced sideways at her.
The gentleness in her eyes did not appear to be very hot, but to Bo Jinghan, it seemed that because she knew him too well, she always felt that those eyes could see through what was in her heart, which made her very uneasy.
Especially, this moment of gaze...
"Ah? Oh, wake up!"
Bo Jinghan seemed to have been burned by something, and subconsciously let go of his hand. He quickly grabbed the corner of his clothes, nodded to Bo Junchen, neatly folded the suit in his hand, and handed it back to him:
"Uncle, thank you for your clothes..."
"It's nothing, just leave it alone. By the way, I didn't let anyone touch your previous room. It was cleaned every day, but the placement of everything on the table has not changed. If you don't like it,
Let Aze go in and help you clean up later. As for these few days, are you going to play in Paris or go somewhere?"
"Let's go to Paris. We plan to stay in Paris for a few days. On the day of the engagement, we met up with some of A Yan's friends early in the morning and came back directly."
Looking at Bo Junchen's gentle but cold eyes, Bo Jinghan seemed to have found the focus, and his mood gradually calmed down.
She answered his words unhurriedly, with a bit of formulaic rigidity, but it didn't seem too unfamiliar, but there was an extra layer of indescribable caution between them. They seemed to be very careful to maintain the relationship between them.
This hard-won family affection is slightly fragile and scratched.
"Well, then take this. It's my apartment over there. You know the address. Auntie cleans it every day, and the things you use are all there. It should be more comfortable to live in than a hotel."
At this point, it would be too pretentious for Bo Jinghan to refuse.
She was not polite and took the key from him with a nod of thanks.
But when she held it in her hands, she felt like she was holding a thousand pieces of gold. It was very heavy, just like her mood at the moment, and the strange atmosphere in the car that made her breathless.
Until Bo Junchen suddenly came closer and stretched out his hand towards her.
Seeing this, Bo Jinghan was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously shrank back.
She could see clearly that Bo Junchen's hand froze in mid-air for a moment, and finally when she stiffened, it fell to the top of her head, gently rubbed her soft hair, and looked at her in surprise.
Looking at her, he leaned over slightly and kissed her forehead.
The next second, his hand teleported from her head to her shoulder.
He held it gently and patted it again.
The voice was deep, like a pool of autumn water, without any ripples: "Get off the car, don't keep grandpa waiting. There are two little guys at home, also waiting for you. And Hanhan... welcome you home.
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Home.
Yes, this is her home.
A dreamy castle, the place that once gave her the most warmth and care.
Every time he comes back here, Bo Jinghan feels particularly at ease.
That sense of security, as long as she walked into it, seemed to be able to soothe all the impetuousness in her heart.
But when she saw Su Nuanxia, holding Tangtang in hand, coming out of the castle, all the nerves in Bo Jinghan's body suddenly became tense again——
"Mommy!"
When she saw Bo Jinghan, Tangtang felt as if she had seen a beloved toy, a pair of black phoenix eyes, shining brightly with benefits. She waved in her direction, shook off Su Nuanxia's hand, and ran towards her.
