Mu Xiuyuan's words have always made me suspicious.

I don't understand what he's for, and I seem to think evil too, what if he's telling the truth?

But after all, I'm not the little girl he knew nine years ago.

Now I'm going to think about it in a lot of ways.

I couldn't believe he would like me.

Just as I was struggling with this question, Bo Yin's phone call came again, I didn't want to answer it, but remembered that his clothes smelled bloody this morning......

I'll admit that I'm worried about him.

I pressed the call button and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Where?"

Such an indifferent voice is a thin voice.

He didn't let the assistant pass the word this time.

I reported the address, and Bo Yin said in a low voice: "You go home now, buy some bandages and yao to stop bleeding and bring them back." ”

Sure enough, Bo Yin was really injured.

I was silent and immediately hung up the phone, then started the car and went to the yao store and asked the owner to buy something to stop the bleeding.

I walked a few steps and remembered something, and immediately turned back and bought a bottle of contraceptive yao and took it with mineral water.

Yesterday was not a safe period, I should have been on guard, and it is always right to be cautious.

When I got to the bottom of the apartment, I remembered, why didn't Bo Yin go to the hospital if he was injured, and asked me to buy yao to go back?

What about the little assistant who is usually inseparable from him?

The elevator is superimposed layer by layer, and when I reach the highest floor, my heart is apprehensive.

Yes, I'm just a fucking slut, although Bo Yin just gave me a face yesterday, but he was injured, and I still can't help but worry in my heart.

I hurriedly stepped out of the elevator with high heels, entered the password in front of the door, opened the door and subconsciously looked at the living room.

Bo Yin is not there, it should be in the bedroom.

I took my things and reached for my bedroom door.

As far as I could see, Bo Yin's tall figure sat on the edge of the bed with his back to me, and his eyes seemed to be looking at the city outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

He was shirtless, showing off his muscles, and wore only a pair of trousers with a buttoned black belt.

Bo Yin heard the sound of the door opening, turned his eyes slightly, and looked at me indifferently, still without a little wave.

Although his expression was cold, I felt a little distressed for him when I walked up to him.

He was bleeding from the left side of his chest.

And he has a lot of scars on his body, and a mark that looks like a gunshot's eye, is this what he left when he was a soldier?

He had been tortured, roasted like iron by flames, made of raw stone, and that was why he had tempered his present hardness and indifference.

My fingers touched his chest a little awkwardly, but Bo Yin suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist and asked indifferently, "Are you afraid?"

No, I'm not afraid, I'm just distressed.

But I can't tell him that.

I pulled my hand out of his palm, took out what I had bought, and gently wiped the wound with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol, a knife wound that had been patched up, but some of the wound had been torn open.

I asked, "Why don't you go to the hospital?"

"Does this hurt?" Bo Yin's tone was disapproving, and he hung his head slightly and looked at me.

He didn't tell the truth because he couldn't risk going to the hospital because of his special status, and I didn't know that at the time.

I don't know it's normal, he's a mysterious man.

But when I heard him say this, my men tried a little, but he didn't blink his eyes, and he didn't seem to feel anything, and seemed to be used to the pain.

I thought he hadn't noticed my little movements, but a minute later I heard him say, "Little thing, there's nothing good for me to be in pain." ”

Speaking of this, I immediately pushed back to him and said, "What do you still say, you are injured like this, and you were wrapped up with me with such a big movement last night, don't you feel any pain at all? Are you in a hurry to be released?"

"Shut up. "Bo Yin may think I'm nagging.

I glanced at him and took the bandage down his shoulder, wrapping it around several layers.

Tie a bow at the end.

I sat on the ground and casually saw his wrist, which had been injured last time, but now healed.

There is a shallow scar.

What the hell is Bo Yin doing dangerously?

Why do I always get hurt?

There was silence in the room, the atmosphere was a little awkward, I thought about it and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Nope. ”

Bo Yin looked at me in a very straight tone.

I dug a hole for myself, reached for the belt buckle around his waist, and said, "You sleep first, and I'll cook for you." ”

"Will you?" he leaned up, and I took off his trousers for him and threw them on the couch beside him.

"Well, yes. "I helped him to lie down.

"You lied to me. ”

Belch...... Last time I him off, and I wasn't in the mood to cook myself, so I ate apples all day.

also tricked him back with the excuse that he couldn't cook.

In fact, I can cook, I used to be the daughter-in-law of Yan Ke's standard, and I can go to the kitchen under the hall.

My mom taught me all this, and she said that a good wife doesn't have to be good at everything, but she has to know a little bit about everything.

I ignored Bo Yin's words and went out to the refrigerator in the kitchen to take a look, and it was full of ingredients.

Bo Yin was injured and should not eat anything too greasy, so I boiled a little porridge first, and then fried two light side dishes.

When I put it in a bowl and brought it into the bedroom, Bo Yin closed his eyes and had already fallen asleep.

There was a faint blue under his eyes, and I thought it was because I hadn't had a good rest lately, so I went over and put the bowl on the small table beside it.

Then he shouted softly: "Mr. Bo, wake up." ”

He didn't wake up, I shook his arm: "Bo Yin, wake up, get up and eat, the porridge I made is very delicious." ”

He still didn't pay attention to me, I held his head in my arms and threatened: "Uncle, if you don't wake up, I'll feed you directly with my mouth, don't you dislike it?"

Bo Yin has a habit of cleanliness and will definitely dislike it.

He opened his eyes suddenly, looked at me with a vague look, and said in an unhappy tone, "I just closed my eyes for less than ten minutes." ”

"Then you can't ignore me, I just kindly cook for you and call you to eat, besides, people are iron and rice are steel, you eat a little to warm your stomach and then it's not too late to sleep." ”

Bo Yin was silent, I moved his body upward, put his head on my shoulder, and then I took the porridge on the side, scooped a spoonful and blew it on his lips and said, "Ah." ”

Bo Yin said in a deep voice: "When I am a child, right?"

"Do you eat? ”

Who gets sick and injured like him tsundere?

That's not right, that's not right.

Bo Yin squinted at me, but still obediently opened his mouth, and after feeding him a bowl of porridge completely, my arms were about to rise.

It was a thankless task to serve him, so I put down the bowl and lay him flat, then covered him with the quilt.

I turned around and closed the curtains again, blocking out the light outside, and turned the temperature of the air conditioner to the right position.

At this time, a cool voice came from behind him: "Zhong Shi." ”

"Huh?" I turned to look at him, puzzled.

Bo Yin's hair was a little messy, revealing a full and solid forehead, and his eyes seemed to have a strange appearance, and there was a light in the dark depth, and his eyes looked at me with a bright heart.

He didn't speak for a long time, and I asked again, "Is there something?"

Bo Yin's lips pursed slightly, as if he was thinking about a very important matter, his eyebrows were cold, and before my temper was about to wear off, he suddenly asked in a tight voice: "Zhong Shishi, do you want to be the real Mrs. Bo?"

I was shocked, how could Bo Yin suddenly have this idea? This thing is so terrifying.

I chuckled and asked calmly, "Mr. Bo, are you kidding?"

Today is definitely April Fool's Day, Mu Xiuyuan was open and honest with me before, and Bo Yin suddenly asked me this question inexplicably.

What luck is it today?

But whatever luck it was, it wasn't my luck.

There is no such thing as a free lunch, I understand that.

And Bo Yin, I don't have any feelings for him, and I can't even have any real feelings for him.

This man's danger index is too high, and it's best to hide.

Of course, if I knew that I refused today, I would chase him for many months in the future.

I'm sure I'm not going to say no so much.

Hearing me say this, Bo Yin just looked at me, and there was no trace of disappointment on his face, and he suddenly half-closed his eyes.

I knew he wanted to sleep, so I left the room and went back to the kitchen.

The ribs in the fridge had been sitting for a while, I thought about it, picked up the car keys and went out and drove to the supermarket.

I asked the salesperson carefully, bought the fresh ribs of the day, and then bought two white radishes to go home.

As soon as I put the ribs and radishes in the pot and stewed, the little girl Gu Shishi called me.

I picked it up and asked with a smile and joked, "Are there any major national affairs that need to be discussed with me, the leader?"

Gu Shishi said in frustration: "Don't be poor, I'm going back to Beijing." ”

Hasn't she just been in Shenzhen for a few months?

"Why did you come back all of a sudden?"

"He's going back to Beijing to develop. Gu Shishi said sadly: "I know the reason why he changes jobs so frequently, but he just doesn't want to be entangled by me, but I just can't let go of time in my heart." ”

I analyzed for her: "I think you've been pestering for so many years, maybe he likes you just embarrassed to speak." Shishi, imagine that you are the daughter of the ancient family, he is just a poor boy with nothing, and he can't afford to give you the future you want now. ”

Actually, Gu Ting, the man Gu Shishi likes, I have seen, a very good young man.

Gao Fu is handsome, he has everything except the one in the middle.

I've watched psychology, and there are a lot of situations like this on TV, and I feel inferior because of love.

Maybe that man has low self-esteem in his heart, and at an age when he still has nothing, he doesn't want to promise her easily.

That's why I've been avoiding her.

After all, according to Gu Shishi's words, there are no other women around him, and she has been entangled alone for so many years.

Coupled with the beauty and liveliness of the ancient poets, what man would not be moved by such a woman?

"I know what you said, he has a lot of self-esteem, he does things quietly alone, but he always refuses to tell me. I can't help it, and I try not to disturb him when I go back to Beijing this time. ”

I said, "Look at you, you have to give him time." ”

Love is a matter of two people, and I can't say anything more.

Gu Shishi hung up the phone, I turned down the fire in the kitchen a little, and then went back to the bedroom with a romance book.

Bo Yin slept soundly, I half lay down next to him and watched the love, and I also found that by Bo Yin's side, I always felt more at ease than ever.

His breath fascinates me.

Or even sink.