Sometimes, Shen Fanxing felt that jokes were contagious.
It was too infectious.
Bo Jinghang took a deep breath and leaned against the bed. He stared at Shen Fanxing and said,
"Let's do it this way, okay?… Don't laugh first, I'm very serious now! You're also responsible for today's matter, right? You have to be responsible for the rest of my life! From now on, I'll hand the rest of my life to you!"
"Bo Jinghang."
A deep voice suddenly sounded from the door of the ward. Those three words instantly froze Bo Jinhang into an ice sculpture.
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When Bo Jinchuan opened the door, he heard Shen Fanxing's laughter. He was slightly surprised.
He had never seen her smile like this before. Although her voice was a little suppressed, he could still feel her happiness.
She closed the door and walked towards the ward. There was a soft carpet in the living room, so she didn't make much noise when she walked.
