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Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo! Chapter 289

Chapter 289 - Walking Blockhead

Chapter 289: Walking Blockhead

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Helpless, Lai Rong could only reply on behalf of the old lady. “Young Master, Miss Shen, let’s go inside.”

“Sure.”

As Shen Fanxing spoke, she went up to support Old Madam Bo’s wheelchair and pushed her into the house.

The few of them chatted for a while as lunch was being prepared in the kitchen. Since Shen Fanxing offered to help, the old lady didn’t stop her.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she grabbed Bo Jinchuan and asked in a hushed whisper.

“How is it, rascal? Can you give me a great-grandson by the end of the year?”

By the end of the year?

Wouldn’t she have to get pregnant now?

Bo Jinchuan took a sip of his tea and said calmly,

“I can’t.”

His composure made the Old Lady gasp.

“Are the both of you taking preventive measures?”

Bo Jinchuan replied calmly, “No.”

The old lady tightened her grip on her teacup and asked, “Fanxing has a weak constitution?”

“No.”

“Is it you…”

Bo Jinchuan gave the old woman a frosty look.

The old woman pressed her lips. That was unlikely. He took two physical examinations every year.

Yet, she studied her grandson’s collected and aloof expression, he didn’t seem like a man who would indulge in debauchery.

So the old lady asked cautiously,

“Could it be that the two of you haven’t…”

“We can’t rush this. We’re not married yet…”

“Then hurry up and propose!”

Bo Jinchuan paused as he drank more tea. He looked up slowly and asked in a low voice, “Proposal?”

The old lady rolled her eyes. What a blockhead!

“You didn’t even give her a present when you wooed her, am I right?”

Bo Jinchuan frowned and said, “I think so.”

If not for the fact that she could not bear to do it, the old lady would have thrown the cup at Bo Jinchuan.

This walking blockhead.

“Did you go out on dates?”

Bo Jinchuan went silent for a while before shaking his head. “No.”

“You…”

The old lady nearly had a heart attack. Pointing at Bo Jinchuan, she hissed angrily, “If I were Fanxing, I would dump you sooner or later, let alone marry you!”

Bo Jinchuan’s face darkened visibly, but the words that the old lady said sounded reasonable. All couples did that.

He didn’t even do any of the things she had mentioned.

“Every woman likes romance! You’re such a big blockhead!” The old lady tried her best to control her temper and placed the teacup heavily on the coffee table.

Bo Jinchuan stared at the spilled tea as he leaned back on the couch. His face grew somber.

The old lady gave a helpless sigh. She had wanted to help after understanding the situation, but she had no inkling where she should even begin.

It would be too unfair to Fanxing.

She sighed. When can I carry my great-grandson?”

When Shen Fanxing came out of the kitchen, her heart tightened when she heard the old lady lamenting.

“Where’s Jinghang? Where’s that brat? He’s been fooling around outside for so long. Did he really not get me a great-grandson accidentally?”

Accidentally…

Shen Fanxing gave Bo Jinchuan a pitying glance. It seemed that Grandma really wanted to be a great-grandmother.

After she was chased out of the kitchen, Shen Fanxing could only walk back to the living room with a plate of fruits.

The old lady grabbed Fanxing’s hand and looked at her with guilt and pain written all over her face. “Fanxing, sorry. You’ve suffered.”

Shen Fanxing shook her head and looked up at Bo Jinchuan, who was also looking at her. He seemed to be contemplating something.

His thoughts seemed to be about her, and she suspected that he didn’t even hear what Grandma had said.

Just then, Lai Rong walked in with her phone and smiled.. “Old Madam, it’s Second Young Master.”

Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

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Score 8.8
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Native Language: Chinese
Ms Shen goes about her usual days while Mr Bo flirts with her relentlessly. "Isn't CEO Bo a pure and modest gentleman who doesn’t associate himself with females?" With lazy eyelids, Mr Bo lies idly on the sofa with a posture graceful, his face revealing a contented smile. Glancing at that face, Mrs Bo is suddenly reminded of the incident earlier— "Dear, address me as your husband." Deep beneath the cold demeanor lies a man who cannot lose her. When facing him, she is helplessly charmed.

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