Mrs. Bo always runs away with her son

Bao Siheng just squinted at her like this, he threw away the shirt in his hand, and then moved his hand to the waistband of his trousers.

Seeing that he was about to untie his belt, Jian Ning pressed his hand as if facing a formidable enemy, and asked stiffly, "You...what do you want?"

"Undress!"

"That... this..." Jian Ning felt embarrassed when she raised her head, and it was wrong to lower her head, her eyes moved up and down, and her panicked voice was trembling: "That's unnecessary..."

"Okay!" Bao Siheng let go of his hand in response, and then suddenly turned around and pulled the shower head off and stuffed it into Jianning's hand: "Wash it clean!"

Jian Ning reluctantly held up the shower head, avoided the other person's wound and began to wash him, but felt very uncomfortable.

Obviously I am the owner of this room, and also my savior, why do I feel that I was manipulated, but turned into myself instead?

However, it's too late to think about these questions, and Jane would rather take care of this uncle first.

She put away her chaotic emotions and began to wash him seriously. I have to say that this guy's figure management is very good, with a straight figure, tight wheat-colored skin wrapping muscles, clear texture, smooth lines, and The greasy middle-aged men on the street who can't be covered by the biggest t-shirts are too different!

I don't know if An Ting's figure is well wrapped under the suit?

What is the touch of a man's muscles?

Jian Ning couldn't help reaching out and poking lightly on his plump biceps.

Well, it's very hard, much harder than I imagined, no wonder this person is so resistant, with scars all over his body.

"These..." Jian Ning pointed to those scars and asked curiously, "How did you get them?"

But Jian Ning didn't know that when she was thinking about Bao Siheng's muscles, he was quietly staring at her with downcast eyes, with complicated eyes.

Didn't hear the other party's answer, Jian Ning raised her head suspiciously, but met the other party's gaze. The undisguised teasing in the other party's eyes and the seemingly smirk at the corner of the mouth made Jian Ning blush again in an instant, as if being caught Feeling hot, he hastily withdrew his hand.

"That... I... I'm just curious... I'm curious about these scars..." Although Jian Ning thought that she was innocent when she touched his body, but such a lame excuse sounded very confident Not enough to cover up their ulterior motives.

Just when Jian Ning was panicking, the other party suddenly grabbed her hand, and under her shocked eyes, Bao Siheng put her hand on those scars.

He stared deeply into her eyes: "These... are all related to a woman..."

Seeing Jian Ning staring at him blankly, he continued: "Do you know who that woman is?——It's you..."

Before he could continue talking, Jian Ning suddenly withdrew her hand, shy and angry: "What are you talking about! You always like to make such jokes!"

"I'm not joking with you!" Bao Siheng suddenly took two steps closer and cornered her: "Jianning, why don't you always believe what I say?"

Jian Ning, who had nowhere to retreat, was flustered and flustered: "Who told you to lie to me all the time!"

In her memory, she and Bao Siheng had known each other for only a month, and many of the scars on his body were old wounds, so she really treated her like a three-year-old child!

Bao Siheng stretched out his uninjured arm and pressed it against the wall beside Jian Ning's ear, locked her eyes tightly, and said in a low voice: "What I said is true, I didn't lie to you!"

"Who will believe you!"

"Then who do you want to trust? An Ting?" Bo Siheng frowned, "Jian Ning, can you tell me what An Ting did to you? Why do you trust him so much but not me?" ? Obviously he is the one who lied to you!"

"I do not know what you're talking about!"

Jian Ning also got angry, she suddenly pushed him away, opened the door and walked out.

Jane Ning...

Bao Siheng looked at the door that was closed in an instant, a trace of loneliness flashed across his eyes, and then he lowered his eyes again, slightly parted the corners of his mouth, and raised a self-deprecating smile.

At a time like this, what about An Ting?

Outside the door, Jian Ning almost ran to the sofa as if escaping, threw off her slippers and jumped onto the sofa, then squatted in the innermost corner, hugging her knees with her arms, pressing her heart under her body.

It seems that only in this way can the irregular beating of the heart be suppressed at this time.

Why did she react so strongly to Bo Siheng's words?Maybe it has something to do with what she heard from the young man who met Chen Haochen not long ago.

Could it be...the meeting between her and Bo Siheng really had such a twists and turns love story?
But how is it possible?What Chen Haochen said that day, in her opinion, was just a story that brought the protagonist into her body?
Jian Ning rested her chin on her knees, and the information in her mind was spinning rapidly. She subconsciously pieced together the plot told by Chen Haochen and the things that Bao Siheng occasionally mentioned, and cold sweat began to break out on her back.

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Some things seem to be true. The few times Chen Haochen mentioned that Bao Siheng was injured because of her, the location of those scars, arms, back, lower back... are not the same as the old injuries she saw just now. Is it consistent?

Jian Ning suddenly raised her head and stared at the bathroom door. Could it be that there is... really a past between her and Bao Siheng?

But... But why doesn't she have any impression?Even if it is amnesia, it is not so complete, right?

In the bathroom, Bao Siheng, who finally washed himself clean, picked up the pajamas Jian Ning had prepared for him, and the moment he shook them off, his expression looked like he had spit out a fly.

Just when Jianning's mind was in a mess, she suddenly heard a "crash", and the bathroom door was pulled open.

What appeared before his eyes was a man with a loose nightgown bulging out.

Bao Siheng tugged at the lady's nightdress with a distorted expression, "Can't you find me a decent one?"

Jian Ning, who had never expected Bo Siheng to wear an ordinary nightdress for comic effect, tried to hold back a smile, and said falteringly: "This... is already the biggest size in my closet, and there is no bathrobe here , if you don't wear it... you're going to die!"

"Is it?"

Anyway, it's already embarrassing enough. Bao Siheng really doesn't want this face today. He raised his chin, grabbed the t-shirt with one hand as if he was going to lift it up, "Then let's go!"

"Don't don't!"

Jian Ning suddenly jumped off the sofa, glared at him, ran over to open the closet door resentfully, and took out her bathrobe from the inside and threw it to him.

"Here's this for you, are you satisfied?"

Bao Siheng glanced at her lightly, then turned around and walked into the bathroom.

Jian Ning stuck out her tongue at the closed bathroom door.

Yes, in fact, this is the most suitable for him to wear. In fact, when Jian Ning first gave him the sympathetic shirt, she just had a bad idea and wanted to shame him, but she didn't expect that he would expose it so quickly.

He seems to... always know what he looks like?