The voices come first and the next, and the opinions are rare.

This is probably the only time Bo Shengmin and Bo Qingyun have a tacit understanding.

After the words came, Bo Shengmin's face looked a little ugly and he spoke again: "My father has been in bed for many years and mainly rests. Since she is not Xia Wanxing and is just a stranger, why bother let her disturb her father?"

The old lady said: "Wanxin is so similar to Wanxing, your father will definitely like her."

Hearing the similarity, Bo Shengmin's eyes fell on Xia Wanxin's face several times.

As if he was a little irritable, he said impatiently: "It's because of this that he can't meet. If his father is stimulated, who will be responsible?"

"This—" the old lady hesitated.

This is not without reason.

Xia Wanxin, who had been discussing, took the words lightly at this moment, with a gentle smile on the corner of her lips: "You are polite, I really shouldn't have visited the old man. It's over the rules to be able to appear here today."

When the old lady Bo heard this, she hurriedly said, "What are you saying? If I hadn't imprisoned you, you wouldn't have come today. It would have given me the face of the old lady if I didn't show my face on the spot."

She patted Bo Qingjun's arm: "Wanxin is my benefactor. I asked you to take care of her. Why are you just not listening to me?"

Xia Wanxin's red lips were casually hooked, and she glanced at him.

This should be explained clearly enough, right? It was not her intention to come here, but the old lady was hard to refuse.

Bo Qingyun's face was cold and her eyebrows were deep.

Even if he was so close, he could not tell what he was thinking.

Under his deep eyes, as thick as the dusk, he suddenly picked up chopsticks and picked up a dish from the dish not far away and put it into Xia Wanxin's bowl.

This action was very abrupt, but he did it very naturally, as if he had followed the old lady's words and was taking care of her by herself.

Bo Qingyun pointed his chopsticks and said in a low voice: "Far from afar, Miss Xia can try the Bo family's skills."

Xia Wanxin watched him pick up the dish.

At first I was surprised that he would do this.

The next second, she saw the rich peanut butter wrapped in the dish and her eyebrows pounded.

Allergic to peanuts in Xiawanxing.

It was hard for her to suspect that Bo Qingyun was deliberately trying to test it.

But few people know about this, how could Bo Qingyun know about it?

Bo Qingyun's voice sounded again: "Why is Miss Xia not moving? Do you don't like it?"

The old lady is in the main position, and her vision is excellent.

Originally, he thought that Bo Qingyun was very proactive this time, but he was used to being obsessed with cleanliness and fur, and was willing to pick up food for others.

As a result, I saw that Xia Wanxin didn't want to touch her very much.

She hurriedly said, "Wanxin doesn't like this, so you can change it for her. If you don't like it, then let Uncle Zhong prepare something she likes, and you can eat whatever you want."

The old lady's voice fell, and Bo Qingyun's thin lips seemed to be smiling, and her gaze was faintly fixed on Xia Wanxin, "Yes, if Miss Xia doesn't like it, you can just say it."

Xia Wanxin's fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly she met his gaze, unbiased and unrestrained.

The smile on the corner of her lips deepened a little bit, and her eyebrows raised lightly: "No, I like this very much. I just didn't expect Mr. Bo to be so considerate and a little flattered."

As she said that, she picked up the chopsticks.

In front of everyone, I picked up the vegetables from the plate and sent them to my mouth.

I even deliberately poured some peanut butter.
Chapter completed!