The reborn wife is so good at flirting, Mr. Bo spoils her at his own risk

After completely covering the painting, Jingran sat down on the carpet next to the man with her red ears.

Looking at Jingran's appearance, Bo Zhanchen couldn't help but said, "Am I the person in your painting?"

"No, you are wrong." Jingran frowned and refused to admit it.

In her previous life, she was locked up at home by Bo Jiamu and Pei Shuzhen, which drove her crazy. She had to find something to vent her negative emotions, and painting was a good way...

After painting, burn it again without leaving any trace.

Jingran shrank her neck in resignation, hugged her knees, and gathered together.

However, Bo Zhanchen stretched out his hand and caressed the back of her head with interest, "If you say no, then it's not. However, could you trouble Miss Jing to draw another one for me?"

The man's teasing tone made Jingran raise her head subconsciously. The moment she met those dark pupils, Jingran felt her heart tremble violently.

She didn't want anyone to see into her innermost secrets.

All over again, Jingran always thought that she had hidden herself well.

But these recent things may have been noticed by the man in front of me.

Jingran tilted her head and avoided the man's extended hand again, "I just draw and play when I have nothing to do..."

"What are you afraid of? I don't mind it." Bo Zhanchen retracted his hand and the engagement ring reflected the light on his knuckled fingers. "I just said it casually, if you don't mind, forget it."

The man's pretending to be relaxed tone made it difficult for Jingran to refuse.

She simply broke the jar and threw it away.

"Idle time is idle, so please, Mr. Bo, please sit down and stop moving." Jingran took out the drawing board, held the charcoal pen, and glanced at the man's outline.

Then, the sound of charcoal brushing against paper could be heard in the bedroom.

Bo Zhanchen looked at Jingran who was attentive, and suddenly felt that a day like this might not be bad.

He rubbed the ring on his hand and squinted his eyes happily, feeling sleepy coming over him.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was a knock on Jingran’s bedroom door.

Bo Zhanchen, who was asleep, opened his eyes suddenly, and his sharp and oppressive eyes startled Jingran.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't draw you a pig's head." Jingran put the half-drawn painting on the ground, "Auntie must have asked us to go down to eat."

Jingran's soft voice brought Bo Zhanchen back to his senses, and the terrifying aura around him disappeared in an instant.

He stood up slowly, "I'm going to wash my face. You go downstairs and wait for me."

Jingran curled her lips and said, "Forget it, I'll wait for you here. If my mother sees us not going downstairs together later, she will scold me again."

Thinking about what she had been taught just now, Jing Ran was so angry that she drew the pig head she just thought of on the man's neck.

"I really don't know what kind of ecstasy soup you poured into my parents..." Jingran muttered softly.

Bo Zhanchen couldn't hear clearly even when he was far away, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing! As a man, don't be so curious!"

When the two of them went downstairs, the restaurant was already filled with a large table of dishes.

Jing's mother wiped her hands with some embarrassment, "It's rare for you to be a guest, and Auntie doesn't know what you like to eat. These are some of the specialty dishes your mother made back then, so I tried to make some, and you can try them. "

The aroma of steaming vegetables filled the air. Bo Zhanchen had not experienced such a scene for many years.

Even if he returned to his old house and sat with the Bo family, he never felt the slightest affection.

Especially after his mother passed away, he could only go back a few times.

Bo Zhanchen always thought that people like him deserved not to experience the warmth of home.

Unexpectedly, there are still people who care about his taste...

Jingran looked at Bo Zhanchen who was stunned on the spot, holding his hand and pressing him down on the seat.

"It's rare for my mother to cook, so you're in for a treat this time."

Jingran set out the bowls and chopsticks for Bo Zhanchen. After Jing's father and Jing's mother moved the chopsticks, she took the lead and stuffed a lion's head into the man's bowl.

"Try it quickly." Jingran's face was full of excitement.

It had been a long time since she had eaten the food cooked by Jing's mother.

Ever since she fell ill, her health has not been very good, and her aunt has done all the shopping and cooking at home.

Her mother was a good cook, and Jingran had been thinking about this one dish for two lifetimes.

But she never expected that such a good thing would come at an advantage to Bo Zhanchen.

Jing's mother observed Bo Zhanchen's reaction, pointed to the dishes on his side, and said with a loving face: "Your mother taught me these dishes. I haven't made them for so many years, and I don't know." You can try it if I can make it taste the way you like."

Bo Zhanchen's hands holding the chopsticks were shaking a little. Looking at the dishes, he felt that some things that he had suppressed deep in his memory were coming out of their cocoons.

"Thank you for your hard work, auntie. I'm really sorry that I bothered you to prepare such a large table of dishes before your health has recovered."

Bo Zhanchen took a big bite of each of the dishes in front of him. He never stopped praising her for a moment, and spared no effort in flattering her. His mouth was like honey.

Jing's father and Jing's mother were made happy by Bo Zhanchen, but Jingran became the unnecessary one.

She silently poked at the rice in the bowl, and a small plate of wrapped shrimp was pushed in front of her.

Jingran stared blankly at the man who was wiping his hands, and the grievance of being ignored suddenly disappeared.

Sometimes, this dog man is not so annoying!

Jingran was thinking in her mind when her name was suddenly called.

"Xiao Ran, what are you thinking about? Have you chosen the dress and style for this engagement ceremony? Are you ready with the invite list? Do you have any special requirements?"

Jingran paused after stuffing it into her mouth and said vaguely: "Isn't it just an engagement party? Is it so troublesome?"

In his previous life, Bo Jiamu kept everything simple from engagement to wedding in order to not draw attention to himself. Apart from the family sitting together for a meal, there was not even a decent wedding.

So much so that when Jingran heard about the engagement party, her eyes were blank.

She subconsciously turned her head and saw Bo Zhanchen.

The man said calmly: "These are all ready. The dress and stylist are on their way over. The engagement banquet will be on the cruise ship. If Auntie has anyone special to invite, you can also make a list directly for her. I, I asked them to get the invitation."

Jing's mother looked at Bo Zhanchen with great satisfaction, "But you are a reliable kid. Unlike Jingran, she does everything here and there without any logic at all. Although this engagement banquet is It's not as important as the wedding, but you can't be careless. If you don't understand anything later, you can come and ask me directly."

"Auntie's words put me at ease."