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Chapter 47 of 52

Chapter 47 - Jealousy

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Before Bo Yu comes to the restaurant, he asks two assistants to get off work ahead of time. He drives the nanny car by himself, slowly heading home.

What happens this evening makes Bo Yu unhappy.

He has vaguely guessed Mo Anyu’s purpose to please him by all means, but he has never been sure before.

However, Bo Yu is kissed without precaution.

When Bo Yu thinks of that, he cannot help but wipe his mouth with the back of his hand and his lips are almost skinned before he takes back his hand.

He has a good impression of Mo Anyu and is willing to make friends with him. Just friends.

What’s more, he has never thought that Mo Anyu dare steal a kiss from him!

After parking the car in the parking lot, Bo Yu holds the key, standing in a daze in the elevator. The short weightlessness can let him forget the unpleasant things that happened before.

“Ding.”

Bo Yu walks out of the elevator and meets Song Shilin head-on.

Song Shilin is coming out of Bo Yu’s apartment. As soon as he closes the door, he sees Bo Yu standing behind him and strangely staring at him.

Bo Yu goes over and invites him, “Come in and have a talk.”

Song Shilin’s steps stop for a while, and he turns back to Bo Yu’s home.

When Bo Yu enters the room, he can hardly wait to change his shoes, then opens the door of little watermelon’s room and sees the child asleep on bed. He is relieved.

After pouring two glasses of water, Bo Yu and Song Shilin sit on the sofa side by side.

Bo Yu takes a sip of warm water. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Song Shilin knows what he is thanking for, but Song Shilin doesn’t say too much about that.

Bo Yu suddenly smiles. He hasn’t stiffly and seriously talked with Song Shilin like that for a long time.

“I have never thought that you will take care of him for me.” Bo Yu sees the fruit on the tea table, walks over, picks up an apple and looks for a fruit knife everywhere.

Holding the fruit knife, Bo Yu goes around the other side of the tea table and squats on the ground. He talks with Song Shilin face to face while peeling at the same time.

With the convenience of the position, Song Shilin unscrupulously sizes Bo Yu up. However, when his cold eyes sweep over Bo Yu’s lips, he immediately becomes stirred up.

Without noticing anything strange, Bo Yu happily hands the peeled apple to Song Shilin. “Do you want to eat it?”

The man indifferently refuses him.

At that time, Bo Yu realizes Song Shilin’s unhappy expression, stands up, walks to the sofa, sits down and takes a big bite of the apple when he says, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Where did you go tonight?”

“I took part in a commercial performance, so I come back late.” Bo Yu quickly finishes eating the apple, stretches himself and is about to throw away the core of the apple, but his body is suddenly stiffened.

Song Shilin touches Bo Yu’s lips with his hands without expression and says coldly, “You didn’t go home at midnight, where did you go?”

Bo Yu swallows because of nervousness. He just wipes his mouth too hard, and he scratches the skin of his lips. That’s why he is stared at by Song Shilin.

But he has never thought that Song Shilin would be angry about his lips.

“I don’t.” Bo Yu leans back, and his eyes are full of expectation without focusing on anything else. The apple core in his hand falls on the carpet.

Song Shilin suddenly stops. He takes back his hands and says, “I’ll go back.”

Damn it! I have taken off my pants, but you tell me that you are going home now?

Bo Yu trembles in anger, stretches out his hands, grabs Song Shilin’s belt, and holds the man back on the sofa.

Bo Yu straddles in Song Shilin’s legs. The two’s posture at the moment is very ambiguous. It is possible for them to burst into passion.

Bo Yu holds Song Shi Lin’s face by hands, and their lips are close to each other. “The sheep! If you can, you just continue to do that.”

Song Shilin opens his mouth, preparing to enjoy the delicious food delivered to him.

“Bang.”

Little watermelon stands at the door with dim eyes. “Papa, Uncle Song, what are you doing?”