Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

Although Bo Jingchuan was driving straight ahead, he still noticed Shen Fanxing's expression.

"how?"

"Didn't you say you want to pursue me? As long as you investigate a little about my affairs, you should know a lot."

Shen Fanxing turned to look at him.

At night, the lights of Pingcheng are bright, and the changeable color light flows from his perfectly angular side face with the movement of the car. The bridge of the nose is high, and the eyebrows are like mountains in the distance.

There was a silence in the carriage, only the sound of Shu Youyang's piano was still floating, serving as the background.

Just when Shen Fanxing thought he wouldn't answer and was about to turn his head to look out the car window, Bo Jingchuan's low voice slowly rang out——

"Do you want me to investigate you?"

Shen Fanxing turned to look at him, looking a little surprised.

"I think this is an act of great disrespect to you. Or... I would rather you tell me personally one day than to know about you from someone else's mouth."

His voice was too low, and although his voice was calm, it sounded a little gentle.

Shen Fanxing's clear eyes flickered slightly, and finally turned his head to the side of the car window, his eyes were as light as fog, and his expression was silent.

"My mother is a very elegant woman, and she has high demands on me since I was a child. I have been involved in Chinese calligraphy and painting, dance, and music."

"The Shen family is from a good family, but I only started learning the piano when I was fifteen years old, and it should be considered that I know how to play, but I have only learned it for less than three years, and I am not very accomplished in this area. I like it very much. Only later..."

Shen Fanxing rested her elbows on the edge of the window glass, she bit her bent middle knuckles lightly, and her voice gradually stopped.

The other hand on the lap was clenched into a fist, trembling slightly.

"Later I went abroad... In order to allow myself to survive, the piano was put on hold."

Bo Jingchuan listened quietly, with a calm expression on his face. The neon outside the window was imprinted in his black eyes, which was full of brilliance, but even more unfathomable.

He didn't ignore the abrupt transition in her words, nor the trembling in her voice.

If you don't want to say it, don't say it.

But he didn't pierce.

He could feel that if she continued, her emotions tonight might burst.

It would be fine if she was willing to show weakness in front of her, but now it's clear that she won't.

At most, she would just hide in her own world and feel sad.

"Have a chance to play it for me."

Shen Fanxing retracted his arm, took a deep breath, and turned to look at him with his lips hooked.

"Okay, what do you want to hear?"

"Dream wedding."

"..." Shen Fanxing's expression froze slightly.

The atmosphere suddenly jumped back from the depression just now, just because Bo Jingchuan made a flirty joke.

The car passed through the city and gradually turned into the community. Bo Jingchuan followed the speed of Yu Song in front of him and gradually slowed down.

Downstairs in Shen Fanxing's apartment, a few people who seemed to be walking gathered together little by little after seeing Yu Song's car stop and rushed up.

"It's this car, let's smash it!"

Yu Song was alert that something was wrong, and there was a loud bang from the trunk of the car, followed by a continuous sound.

Bo Jingchuan suddenly stepped on the brakes.

He squinted at the chaos in front of him, there was no trace of warmth on his handsome face with sharp edges and corners, and a cold air gradually condensed between his brows.

It was as if the air had turned into fine ice.