Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

Although Shen Wanci didn't believe it, she couldn't help but worry when she heard Bo Jingzhou's words. She looked up and down along him: "Are you injured?"

There was nothing much on Bo Jingzhou's face, but there was anger in his eyes: "I worked very hard at the company to support my family. When I came back, I saw my girlfriend feeding other men. Do you think this injury is serious? "

Shen Wanci didn't have a strange habit of using other men to make her boyfriend jealous. No matter whether she and Bo Jingzhou would end up together, she didn't want them to misunderstand each other because of this kind of thing.

She quickly explained: "The doctor didn't bring anesthetic when he came. He just cleaned the wound and his hands didn't have the strength..."

Qin Heyi stood by to support her statement: "Well, I can't even lift it."

Bo Jingzhou looked at him.

After a few seconds of silence, he snorted coldly: "It's none of my business. I'll give you half an hour to get out of our house."

After saying that, he took Shen Wanci and left.

Qin Heyi hissed, "At least we got to know each other. Don't be so ruthless. Let Wan Ci feed me the food. I haven't eaten well in two days."

His voice was filled with a bohemian and careless attitude, but if Shen Wanci looked back now, she could see the darkness and loneliness in his eyes, and the smile was just on the surface, as if it was touching the water. Broken bubbles.

Shen Wanci was taken out of the room.

Her fragrance gradually faded away.

Qin Heyi looked up at the ceiling. Under the light, the coldness, fatigue, and helplessness between his brows and eyes were extremely clear.

After a long while, he finally broke free from the feeling of loneliness and loneliness. He turned his head and glanced at the food on the bedside table, chuckled to himself, and returned to his usual casual attitude, "I really don't care, okay. Hungry."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall, muscular man appeared at the door: "Mr. Bo asked me to feed you."

……

Bo Jingzhou dragged Shen Wanci directly to the second floor and went to the master bedroom.

As soon as she stepped into the door, she felt dizzy and was pressed against the door.

The man leaned over and pushed her legs apart with his bent knees, restraining her. He held her hands above her head and pressed them against the door.

His dark eyes were locked on her tightly, and his free hand reached in from the hem of her clothes, slowly stroking along the woman's slender waistline.

The golden young master's palms were not particularly rough even if they were calloused, and there was an unbearable itching on the scratched skin.

Bo Jingzhou lowered his head slightly, his dark pupils reflected Shen Wanci's small figure, and his protruding Adam's apple rolled slowly up and down.

The breath fell on her face, hot, moist, and numb.

Shen Wanci tensed her body, curled her toes, and subconsciously raised her head to get farther away.

She couldn't talk properly like this.

This action completely exposed the woman's slender and white neck to Bo Jingzhou.

I want to... my dear.

He chuckled lightly.

Before Shen Wanci understood the meaning behind his smile, Bo Jingzhou's lips came up and kissed her neck.

Shen Wanci lowered her head as if frightened, but the man didn't let her hide and kissed her lips directly.

Shen Wanci's legs were so weak that she could hardly stand. The hand that Bo Jingzhou had pressed on the door panel had been freed at some point and was now resting on the man's neck.

The kiss was long and deep, and it was getting closer and closer to the edge of losing control.

Shen Wanci struggled uncomfortably.

This action seemed to have touched a cruel point. Bo Jingzhou's Adam's apple rolled, he bit her lip and said viciously: "You haven't even cooked such a sumptuous meal for me."

Shen Wanci said calmly: "I did, but at that time you were hurriedly carrying Jian Weining to the hospital."

"..." Bo Jingzhou remembered that she had called him at that time.

He touched Shen Wanci's red lips that were kissed by him with his fingertips, and said solemnly: "I'm sorry."

His eyes are deep, focused and serious.

Shen Wanci was not used to him like this, so he tilted his head and said, "It's all over."

"For you this is the past, but for me it is the beginning."

"??"

She looked confused and didn't understand at all.

But Bo Jingzhou didn't continue. He let go of her: "I'm hungry and want to drink chicken soup."

Shen Wanci grabbed his arm and said in a soft voice with a bit of embarrassment: "Qin Heyi was seriously injured, and he seemed to have offended someone..."

Bo Jingzhou frowned: "You cook for your boyfriend and you still have to negotiate conditions?"

"..." Shen Wanci let go and turned to open the door: "There are still more in the kitchen. I'll serve them for you..."

Not sure whether Bo Jingzhou would come back to eat, she made it for three people.

The man snorted: "I won't eat his leftovers."

"That's all still in the pot, untouched."

"That's what's left, too."

"..." Shen Wanci glanced at him speechlessly, feeling that this man was simply a douchebag.

When he came back, Qin Heyi hadn't eaten yet, and the chicken soup was served in separate bowls, so how could it be leftover.

But she had something to ask for, so she had to wash her hands and make chicken soup for the young master again.

After taking a shower, Bo Jingzhou changed into home clothes, folded his hands on his chest, and leaned against the door frame of the kitchen to watch her busy.

His burning gaze fell on Shen Wanci. The woman was wearing a white boyfriend-style shirt, and a pair of slim-fitting jeans underneath. She was eight-quarters short and had long and slender legs.

Feeling his increasingly aggressive gaze, Shen Wanci turned back angrily, "Why are you looking at me?"

If sight could turn into reality, she would have been stripped naked by Bo Jingzhou now.

The man raised his eyebrows and said honestly: "It looks good."

Shen Wanci's heart palpitated slightly, and she couldn't help but tighten her fingers.

Bo Jingzhou rarely spoke words of love, and his mouth could poison people to death with just one opening. It was probably because of this that these words were particularly touching.

Shen Wanci turned his head back, "Which dandy are you asking for experience? The oil is enough for cooking."

Despite this, a thin layer of blush gradually appeared on her neck and earlobes.

After dinner.

Bo Jingzhou threw the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher. Shen Wanci originally wanted to see if Qin Heyi's fever had subsided, but before he could speak, the man beside him said lightly: "Someone is watching, so you don't need to go. "

"Do you agree with him staying here to recuperate?"

It's been two hours and I haven't driven anyone away yet, so I guess I agreed to stay.

Bo Jingzhou looked down at her: "On one condition, you move back to the master bedroom."