Madam wants a divorce, paranoid Mr. Bo turns into a loyal dog in seconds

In the evening, Assistant Lin brought pizza and handed a document to Ruan Ruan. Ruan Ruan was a little confused when he took it.

"Mr. Ruan, please take a look at these information and contact me anytime if you have any questions." Assistant Lin lowered his voice.

The document showed the real estate transferred to Ruan Shu. Ruan Ruan's eyelashes trembled slightly and her eyes moved slightly.

"This is in accordance with Mr. Bo's instructions. A large amount of money will be given to the young master's account every month, and the family trust fund will provide living expenses in the future. Two of the properties have been transferred to the young master's name."

Assistant Lin reported seriously, "If you and the young master need anything, please feel free to tell me."

Ruan Ruan's hand holding the document felt heavy. She just didn't expect Bo Simu to be so fast. She looked back at the father and son sitting on the carpet, who were eating pizza.

"Too many..." Ruan Ruan muttered softly.

"These are all Mr. Bo's purpose to provide the young master with life security, and just in case anything happens between the adults. You can rest assured that Mr. Bo will not treat the young master badly." Assistant Lin's face became more serious.

"I'm not afraid that he will mistreat the child." Ruan Ruan said lightly, "Being a father is not just about providing material things."

A smile appeared on Lin Teshu's lips. He saw Bo Simu being very patient with Ruan Shu.

"Mr. Bo still cherishes the young master very much. He will definitely be very kind to the young master." Assistant Lin said firmly, with slightly raised eyebrows and a calm expression.

"I hope so." Ruan Ruan responded, and she accepted the document.

"Then I'll leave first." After Assistant Lin finished speaking, he turned around and left, gently closing the door behind him.

The atmosphere in the living room is warm and harmonious, with a faint smell of pizza spreading and the laughter of children adding a bit more liveliness to the cool-toned room.

Ruan Shu's hands were covered with gloves and he ate the pizza in big mouthfuls, hating that his other hand was inconvenient.

Ruan Ruan took a piece of French fries and fed it to Ruan Shu's mouth. She looked at Bo Simu and saw that Bo Simu didn't eat much. He seemed to be able to take a few bites to cope with his stomach.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Ruan Ruan asked softly, and Bo Simu shook his head.

"I'm not hungry." Bo Simu's voice was cold, and his face didn't look very interested in pizza.

"It's better to eat more. I don't think you've eaten much." Ruan Ruan picked up a piece of pizza and handed it to Bo Simu, but he didn't take it.

"He doesn't like pizza." Ruan Shu looked at Ruan Ruan seriously.

"Ah? Why didn't you tell me earlier, do you want to cook you a bowl of noodles?" Ruan Ruan took off his gloves, "I can't do it without eating."

"No need." Bo Simu refused coldly, not wanting to trouble others.

"Mom, cook him a bowl of noodles. If he has a stomachache tonight, he will blame us for eating too much." Ruan Shu joked as he took another bite of pizza.

Ruan Ruan thought that Bo Simu still had stomach trouble, so she slowly said, "Just wait, don't let the stomach trouble happen again."

Before Bo Simu could say anything, Ruan Ruan stood up and walked into the kitchen. She planned to make a bowl of hot noodle soup for Bo Simu.

The man sitting on the carpet frowned and his expression gradually became cold.

"You don't like pizza, why didn't you tell me?" Ruan Shu asked curiously, wiping his mouth with a tissue.

"As long as you like to eat." Bo Simu said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter what I eat."

"But you have to express yourself, and I heard from mom that you have a stomach problem. What should you do if you feel uncomfortable?" Ruan Shu's tone was somewhat concerned, and a smile appeared on her face.

It had been a long time since he had been cared about by anyone. Bo Simu knew a lot from a little kid. He stared at Ruan Shu quietly for a while, feeling a little more complicated. Becoming a father was too sudden for Bo Simu, and he often felt like he was dreaming.

"What did your mother teach you?" Bo Simu suddenly thought of something and asked casually.

"Yes, mom said you should express yourself. If you want something, say it. If you don't like it, say it. Otherwise, others won't know what you need." Ruan Shu stared at Bo Simu seriously.

"What else does she teach you?" Bo Simu asked softly.

"Mom said you were tired from work and asked me not to disturb you." Ruan Shu took the last bite of pizza and blinked.

The TV was playing a cruise tour, and Ruan Shu was attracted. He stared at the TV screen and said wow from time to time, as if sighing that it was so much fun.

Bo Simu watched Ruan Shu for a while, and saw that his mind was distracted by the cruise ship.

"Want to go?" Bo Simu's eyes were filled with curiosity, and his voice was lukewarm.

"Yes, I have a classmate whose family goes on a cruise. He often says that the cruise is very fun."

Ruan Shu pouted, her face scrunched up, "Is it really that fun?"

"You will know after you experience it." Bo Simu's expression softened a lot, showing a hint of tenderness towards the child.

"Ah?" Ruan Shu opened his eyes and looked at Bo Simu, analyzing what Bo Simu meant.

Bo Simu took his cell phone and sent a message to Lin Tezhu, asking him to check for the fastest cruise ship departure in the near future.

The two watched TV together until Ruan Ruan brought out a bowl of noodle soup and she placed it in front of Bo Simu.

A faint smell of chicken soup hit his face. Bo Simu looked at the shredded chicken and vegetable noodles. It was a very ordinary bowl of noodles, but it gave him a different feeling.

In the past, Bo's mother also liked to make such midnight snacks for Bo Simu. He often worked overtime and was busy with work. After get off work, his mother would be waiting for him when he came home, and she would also give him a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup.

"There are only these things in the refrigerator, so you can make do with it." Ruan Ruan took out a tissue to wipe his hands and said softly.

"It looks delicious!" Ruan Shu said in agreement. He gently pushed Bo Simu's arm, "Would you like to try it?"

Bo Simu picked up the chopsticks and spoon and took a shallow bite. As soon as he raised his head, the mother and son looked at him curiously.

The eyes of the two mother and son were so similar that Bo Simu couldn't even pretend he couldn't see them.

"It's okay." Bo Simu said calmly, restraining the complicated emotions that surged in his heart.

"It's okay. Anyway, it's enough that you don't think it tastes bad." Ruan Ruan breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that Bo Simu would throw away the bowl of noodles.

Ruan Shu held her chin with one hand and looked at Bo Simu, "The noodles made by my mother are really delicious. If you find it unpalatable, then you don't know how to eat."

"..." Ruan Shu's tone sounded quite like Bo Simu's, and Ruan Ruan almost laughed when he heard it.

Ruan Ruan pressed Ruan Shu's head and turned to the TV, "Okay, don't disturb him to eat."

Bo Simu didn't say anything. He slowly ate the noodles one bite at a time, and the warmth gradually surged in his stomach.

The atmosphere in the living room was filled with warmth. The variety show on the TV made Ruan Shu laugh. Ruan Ruan took his mobile phone to send a message to Wang Qing.

Bo Simu looked at them, one big and one small, and the softest part of his heart was touched, as if he really felt at home.