Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo! Chapter 1265

Chapter 1265: Untitled
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“The waves are no longer small. It’s enough. If they keep swaying, their hearts won’t be at ease. Perhaps they will capsize?”
Seeing the calmness and confidence on Ji Fengmian’s face, Uncle Chu fell into a trance.
After six years, Miss had indeed not changed.
Little Miss was becoming more and more like her.
“What else do we need to do next?”
Ji Fengmian pondered for a while and said, “Give me the information of your company first. Next… Fanxing should be taking action. That girl from the Yuan family will definitely not be obedient…”
Uncle Chu nodded. “Then, Miss, you said yesterday that you would meet me in Country Y in a few days… Do you want to…”
“If they were well-behaved enough, I wouldn’t have wanted to.” Ji Fengmian continued, “But I won’t allow them to use things that don’t belong to them to suppress Fanxing. It’s good for everyone to know their place…”
But they refused to behave…
Asking them to kneel and kowtow to apologize?
What a bold statement…
“Morning.”
A lazy and hoarse voice sounded from the stairs. The two of them turned their heads and saw Chu Yi walking down lazily in casual clothes.
Uncle Chu’s face was instantly filled with anger and helplessness. “What time is it now? Is it still early?!”
With one hand in his pocket, Chu Yi leaned against the sofa and glanced at the living room. “Morning… Shen Fanxing hasn’t come down yet, right?”
“Shen… Brat, that’s Little Miss…”
“It’s okay, Uncle Chu. You’re stubborn. Aren’t names meant to be called? Young people, let them be.” Ji Fengmian smiled.
“But why isn’t Fanxing awake yet?”
“…”
“Forget it, she must be tired from hitting someone at the engagement party yesterday. Let’s have breakfast first.”
“…”
It was almost noon when Shen Fanxing came downstairs, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
Ji Fengmian was reading the company’s information that Uncle Chu had prepared in the living room.
Seeing Shen Fanxing’s expression, she couldn’t help but frown.
“Are you usually so slovenly? Or do you think you should give up on life without Bo Jinchuan at home?”
Shen Fanxing, who was in a daze, was stunned when she heard the voice. The moment her gaze landed on Ji Fengmian, she was stunned for two seconds before she recalled something. Her expression returned to normal and she lowered her head to look at her cotton pajamas.
“How am I slovenly?”
Other mothers would at least be able to hold on for two days before finding fault with their children.
Why couldn’t she even last 24 hours?
“So you’ve given up on life?”
“No.”
Ji Fengmian lowered his eyes and continued reading the report. “Hurry up and eat.”
“Oh…”
This time, there was another person who cared about her.
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In the hospital, Bo Jinchuan’s eyelids had just twitched when he heard a wail.
“Brother, Brother, you’re awake.”
Bo Jinchuan frowned. She had to wake him up!
He opened his eyes slowly and his face darkened when he saw everyone staring at him.
“Get lost!”
A low growl successfully affected his wound, followed by a muffled groan.
“Brother, don’t be agitated! Everyone came to see you out of goodwill… Brother, do you feel alright? Your fever should be gone, right?”
Bo Jinchuan had a headache from Bo Jinhang’s pestering, but at the mention of fever…
His dark eyes scanned the surroundings of the ward. Other than a few friends, there was nothing else.
“Last night… who was guarding my ward?”
Bo Jinghang hurriedly said, “It’s me, it’s me! Your brother.”
Bo Jinchuan turned to him and asked, “You? It’s always you?”
The corners of Bo Jinghang’s lips twitched as he said, “Ah… Yes… It’s always been me.”
Bo Jinchuan furrowed his brows again.
He looked down at his loose gray hospital gown and his face darkened.
After a while, he felt relieved.
Yes, since she was hiding it, she shouldn’t have any expectations.
Otherwise, if she knew that she was injured, given her personality, she would probably cry pitifully like yesterday.
He sat up on the bed. He knew that he was injured, but no one in the ward stopped him.
“Pay attention to your wound,” instructed Bo Jinghang simply.
They understood.
No one could stop Bo Jinchuan from doing what he wanted to do.
Yin Ruijue shook his head and sighed softly.
“That’s why I can’t understand why Yuan Sichun, who grew up with Brother Bo, would pester him time and time again and refuse to give up.”
He kept pestering her…
Li Tingshen lowered his eyes and his expression could not be seen clearly. After a long silence, he said slowly,
“Maybe she thinks that others can’t give him as much affection as she can.”
Yin Ruijue blinked and turned to look at Li Tingshen as if he had seen a ghost. “Huh? What did you say?!”
Li Tingshen glanced at him coldly. “Is there something wrong with your ears?”
“F*ck…”
“How’s Yu Song?” asked Bo Jinchuan.
“I was shot more than you. I’m still in a coma. I’ll wake up in the afternoon at the latest.” Bo Jinghang conveyed his message clearly. In the end, he said,
“Speaking of which, why did I hear from the doctor that the place where you were shot is different from the place where Yu Song was shot? Did you run away with the sack? Why is your wound so serious?”
Bo Jinchuan glared at him coldly and said, “Get lost if you continue to nag.”
Bo Jinghang shut his mouth obediently.
“Where does Fanxing live?”
No one said a word. Everyone in the ward looked at Bo Jinhang angrily.
Not getting a response, Bo Jinchuan looked up. Bo Jinhang was pursing his lips and staring at him with his big eyes.
The veins on Bo Jinchuan’s forehead throbbed. “I didn’t ask you to be long-winded. I didn’t say anything!”
His voice sounded as if every word was being ground into powder.
Bo Jinghang hurriedly said, “At the Chu family’s villa in Xinghai Bay.”
“The Chu family?”
“Yes, he’s the servant who has been following Sister-in-law and Mother.”
“Yeah.”
Bo Jinghang sighed. “Brother, what about Sister-in-law?”
“She should have a lot to say to Mother.”
Everyone understood.
It seemed like Brother Bo really didn’t intend to meet Sister-in-law for the time being.
Lou Ruoyi brought food from home and the few of them left the ward.
Bo Jinghang watched as Lou Ruoyi served his brother’s dishes. The bag was empty.
His face fell immediately. “Mother, where’s mine?”
Lou Ruoyi glanced at him and said, “You’re interested in these? Go home, your wife will feed you like a pig!”
Bo Jinghang blinked. “Sangyu is cooking for me at home?”
“Can cooking for you be called food? It’s called pig food!”
“…”
Her mother had a sharp tongue!