"I have been watching the news about you and Qin Qianluo, and I know that you are trying to fulfill your grandma's will.
But the person is dead and the living is the greatest. You should still think about your own happiness and don't lose such a good girl like Xixi for a will."
These days, he has witnessed with his own eyes that Lan Xixi can endure hardship, does not mind being dirty, is willing to work, has a good attitude and positive energy.
In this exaggerated society of the 21st century, there are very few girls who can still maintain this mentality.
He deepened his tone again: "If you lose me, you will regret it, even more than the girl before."
Bo Zhanye's eyes darkened.
He naturally knew this truth, so he took Lan Xixi's feelings into consideration.
"I wonder what Fourth Uncle means? She and I are very good now."
"Okay? What a ghost." Bo Huaiye complained: "You and Qin Qianluo were on the news five times in three days, are you sure there is no problem?
Xixi is a girl, no matter how tolerant and generous she is, she will still be affected.
Let me tell you, if you treat her badly, I will introduce her to my grandson."
Although the old man is not married, he has an adopted grandson.
Bo Zhanye said coldly: "Fourth uncle, I can't afford to make such a joke. I'll go to the kitchen to see her."
"Humph! Who are you kidding? What I said, old man, is true!" Bo Huaiye cursed angrily and went back to his room.
kitchen.
The little woman stood in front of the kitchen stove, busy.
Under the soft light, the little body looks cute, virtuous, skillful and charming.
Bo Zhanye saw her choosing a noodle and walked over: "I'll do it."
The bowls and chopsticks in her hand were caught off guard and the man took them away. Lan Xixi was stunned:
"Why did you come in? It's better for me to do it. You haven't done it before. If you burn your hands, it won't be good."
She remembered what Xiao Mo said about her father not knowing how to cook.
Bo Zhanye said: "I can still do this little thing."
The voice has a somewhat irresistible calmness.
"Oh." Lan Xixi had no choice but to step aside and watch him pick the noodles into the bowl. Although his movements were not skillful, they were still very elegant.
She couldn't help but think that it would be a very happy thing if she could eat the food he cooked one day.
After Bo Zhanye picked the noodles, he found that Lan Xixi's eyes were locked on him deeply.
Such beautiful eyes are like some kind of invitation.
He put down the bowl and pressed her against the kitchen wall behind her:
"Do you like to look at me? It's better to look closer?"
Dumb, intimate, ambiguous.
Lan Xixi was suddenly suppressed, her body between the wall and his, and her breath was filled with his strong, hormone-filled breath.
She tensed up: "Jiu Ye, I don't have one."
"Nothing? You didn't look at me. Is it because I'm not good-looking or do you want to see another man?" Bo Zhanye gently stroked her long hair and spoke seductively.
This is definitely a heart-stopping man!
Lan Xixi adjusted her breathing: "No, you are good-looking, and I don't want to see another man. I..."
"Xiaoxi." Bo Zhanye interrupted her, locking her eyes with a deep and penetrating gaze.
After five full seconds, a voice came out from the moderately thick lips:
"Except for work, Qin Qianluo and I have no other contact.
Don’t think too much, huh?”
The hoarse voice is a statement, but also like an explanation.
Lan Xixi never asked, nor was she angry, but he suddenly took the initiative to explain to her, which shocked her heart, and even the little dissatisfaction she felt during the meal disappeared.
She raised her eyes and looked at him seriously:
"What about meeting Mother Qin with her? Doesn't it count as something other than work?"