Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 59
After waiting for the car to finally stop outside the snack street, it was just eight o'clock in the evening, and it was the time when people were buzzing.

People come and go on the 100-meter-long snack street, and you can smell the aroma of food before you walk in.

As soon as Mi Xia walked down, seeing the familiar scene in front of him, he was a little excited.

When she was in school, she often went to this place to eat with Shasha, so she was very familiar with it.

She wrinkled her nose and sniffed, and soon smelled the smell of barbecue, and her mood eased.

But at the same time, she found that many people looked in her direction with surprised expressions.

Mi Xia looked back curiously, and saw Bo Xinglan standing behind him in a suit and leather shoes. The black matte suit, hand-stitched, made his figure even more imposing when worn on him.

As soon as it appears, it quickly becomes the focus.

Just that handsome statue-like face, tall figure, and expensive suit are enough to make people speechless, not to mention the Bentley behind him.

Who would drive a Bentley to eat at the snack street?
Seeing more and more people looking at them, Mi Xia quickly turned around and waved to Bo Xinglan.

"Can you take your clothes off?"

Bo Xinglan took a deep look at her.

Mi Xia was worried that he might misunderstand, and was about to explain when Bo Xinglan had already unbuttoned and took off his coat.

With the black suit removed, he looked a little more laid-back, but still striking.

The imposing manner on his body is there, coupled with an obviously paralyzed face, it doesn't look like wandering around the snack street at first glance, but picking up things in a high-end cafeteria.

Misha frowned and thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to him.

Bo Xinglan's pupils shrank instantly, he moved and stood stiffly.

Mi Xia didn't notice anything wrong, reached out and took off the tie around Bo Xinglan's neck, then rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt two thousand times, exposing a section of his forearm.

After doing all this, she stepped back slightly, looked at it, and smiled with satisfaction.

"That's right, that's all."

After finishing speaking, Mi Xia looked up and saw Bo Xinglan's gloomy gaze, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that his actions just now were too intimate.

And Bo Xinglan doesn't seem to like others getting close to him...

"Sorry, I'm used to..."

As soon as she came across something related to painting design, she would be so absorbed in it that she didn't notice Bo Xinglan at all.

But these words had another meaning in Bo Xinglan's ears.

Misha often tidies clothes for others?

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his complexion instantly pulled down, and the low air pressure slowly spread.

Mi Xia felt that the surrounding temperature had dropped, and she didn't know what happened to Bo Xinglan. She thought he was angry that she touched him just now, so she quickly backed away and distanced herself from him.

Unexpectedly, when she moved, Bo Xinglan's face became even worse.

Misha couldn't figure it out, so he could only focus on the Bentley behind him.

"Can you drive the car away first, and we can sit when we come out later."

Bo Xinglan's face was sullen, as if she was still angry.

Just when Misha was about to give up, he finally nodded.

"Old Xu, pick us up in half an hour."

"Yes, sir."

The black Bentley slowly left the snack street. Misha looked at the cars going away, and before he even had time to say, it didn't take half an hour to eat something in the snack street.

But now Bo Xinglan's complexion was not very good, so she had no choice but to swallow the words that came to her lips.

(End of this chapter)