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Chapter Eight: Bo Shao Has Mania

As long as the meal is cooked by his wife, no matter how simple it is, even if it is just a bowl of fried rice or a bowl of noodles, the young master can eat it all with relish.

The housekeeper couldn't tell how happy he was in the past few years. Since the young master got married, his cold and irritable temper has become much more restrained. Especially when he is with his wife, he unconsciously becomes very gentle.

Now, the two are actually getting divorced.

The housekeeper was deeply reluctant to let them divorce.

After a divorce, what will happen to the young master’s stomach?

Ruan Su moved very quickly, first kneading the dough, then putting the baked cakes in the oven, then boiling water to cook the noodles.

A series of movements are as elegant and moving as flowing clouds.

It seems that she is not making noodles, but making some art.

Bo Xingzhi stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at the woman's graceful back. Thinking that he would never see her cooking again, he didn't know why, but he felt a little uncomfortable.

Habit is a terrible thing.

As if she noticed him, Ruan Su turned around and smiled sweetly, "It will be fine soon."

She was naturally beautiful, with apricot eyes and peach cheeks, a raised nose and red lips, and her smile when she looked back was even more heart-stirring.

Bo Xingzhi's Adam's apple slid up and down, his eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but walk to her side and clasp her slender waist from behind, "How about here?"

Ruan Su clearly felt the change in the man. She couldn't help but roll her eyes with her back turned to the man's pretty face. Is this man a Teddy? He couldn't sit still all day long.

But her tone was extremely gentle, and there was nothing unusual at all, "The noodles are going to be burnt, go away!"

Putting the prepared scallion noodles on the plate, she went to get the scallion pancakes baked in the oven.

Bo Xingzhi took the noodles out naturally and out of habit, then turned around to take the cake from her hand. "Be careful of burning it."

The housekeeper looked at this heartwarming scene and felt silently regretful in his heart. The relationship was so good, why did the wife want a divorce?

Wouldn't it be better to let him take care of the two more babies?

It must be because the young master and his wife did not have a child.

"Uncle Liang, come over and have a bowl." Ruan Su called to the housekeeper.

"Ma'am, I've had lunch," the housekeeper said quickly.

Look, where can I find a woman as good as my wife? She has always been very polite to servants like them and has a very good attitude.

Why--

The more I think about it, the more regretful I feel, and the more I think about it, the more I feel that this marriage should not be divorced.

As soon as Bo Xingzhi took a bite of noodles, the doorbell rang.

The housekeeper stood up and went to open the door. When he saw the person coming, he said expressionlessly, "Who are you looking for, young lady?"

"Is Mr. Bo here?" the woman in a goose-yellow skirt said softly.

Bo Xingzhi frowned, walked over from the restaurant, and looked at the woman at the door, "Wang Xinya, how did you find this place?"

A contracted artist under Bo's Entertainment, newly-minted Xiaohua Wang Xinya has soared in popularity and become a hot topic after filming an online romance drama.

Well, there were rumors of an affair with her husband Bo Xingzhi just now. It was said that Bo Xingzhi single-handedly made her famous, and Bo Xingzhi gave her all the resources. He strongly praised her as the first sister of Bo's Entertainment.

Scandals are spreading that she is going to take the top position and push herself, the real Mrs. Bo, down.

Ruan Su sat in his seat, still lowering his head to eat.

It's none of your business, just leave it alone.

"Mr. Bo, next Saturday is my birthday party. It's my first birthday party. I'm a little nervous. I want to invite you to sit in. Can you do it?" Wang Xinya stood at the door and took out an invitation card from her grandma bag.

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I like Mrs. Bo and her waistcoat was stripped off again today.


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