"Turn him down? Why?"
After the meal, Xie Zhiwei and Lu Zexi left, while Hua Jian returned to the room with Bo Lin.
Bo Lin lay face down on the bed, and Hua Jian sat beside him, massaging him.
Hua Jian said, "No particular reason. I just don't want anything to do with him. I decided this the last time Jiang Ruiming called me. I didn't know back then that old man Poulton wanted to make me his son."
Bo Lin considered it for a moment before saying, "Leaving everything else aside, the Pulton Family does charity work overseas and has an extensive collection of paintings and calligraphy."
"Really?"
All of Hua Jian's attention was on the beautiful muscles of Bo Lin's back.
Bo Lin seemed a little nervous. Hua Jian had been massaging him for quite a while, but his muscles had stayed tense the whole time.
The Massage Oil gleamed on his skin, making his complexion look even sexier.
Hua Jian's hands mostly worked over Bo Lin's lower back and buttocks. Before long, instead of relaxing, Bo Lin's muscles grew even tighter.
Hua Jian noticed his nervousness and felt rather regretful.
He seemed to have gone a little too far last night. Even after he had applied medicine, Bo Lin was still swollen. Today, he only wanted Bo Lin to get some proper rest.
"Don't be nervous. I really am just giving you a massage to relax your muscles."
Bo Lin buried his face in the pillow and gave a muffled hum of acknowledgment.
The sound tickled Hua Jian's ears, and he, too, felt that continuing like this was dangerous.
"Do you think the Poulton Family Head really came to the Imperial Capital to invest?"
Hua Jian changed the subject to distract himself.
"It doesn't seem like it."