Bo Yin has a good temper today, no matter what I do or say, he doesn't give me a face, and even has a good attitude to help me wipe yao ointment.

I took off my clothes and lay on the bed, Bo Yin smeared a little yao ointment on my fingers and gently wiped and massaged for me, my body had bruises and some skin injuries.

I also had some swelling on my face, but after half a day, it doesn't look so noticeable now.

I was slapped a few times today, which is a loss that I have never suffered in my life!

Bo Yin's fingers had been wiping evenly for me, but after a while I gradually felt the heat from his fingertips, and it was raining outside the window.

and the increasing strength of his fingers.

He couldn't stand the teasing, and I couldn't help but snort softly when I was gently massaged by him.

This sound directly caused Bo Yin's big palm to clasp my waist, untie my nightgown, and without any foreplay, I went straight to the center head-on.

I couldn't help but scold, "Fuck, Bo Yin." ”

My aching face crumpled, and I lay on the bed like a dead dog, and my thin waist hit me hard.

Bo Yin grabbed my waist with one hand and clasped my shoulder with the other, moving violently and quickly.

I couldn't do the pain in my body, so I hurriedly begged for mercy: "Mr. Bo, my body hurts a lot, don't move!"

"Little thing, bear with me. ”

Bo Yin's breathing was a little messy, and it looked like he really needed to be liberated, but I put up with his uncle, and hurriedly climbed forward with both hands and feet.

As a result, he pulled it back again.

I reached out and grabbed his arm, and said with red eyes: "Don't move, I also hurt underneath, Bo Yin!"

Bo Yin always enters without foreplay, and he used to be able to endure it, but now my body hurts, and his every movement pulls the wound on my body.

And he also has injuries on his body, is his body really beaten with iron? It doesn't hurt at all.

Bo Yin really didn't move when he heard my words, but his one didn't come out when he put it inside me, and it was squeezed inside, and it was very uncomfortable.

Yes, I'm having a hard time.

It hurts and hurts.

I hummed and chirped a few times, but I moved involuntarily, and finally compromised: "Mr. Bo, you come lightly, don't push too hard." ”

Bo Yin was obedient this time, his body just moved slightly, and his waist slowly hit my body.

I turned my head and saw that his expression was very forbearing, the green tendons on his palms were all exposed, and the sweat rolling on his forehead rolled down his cheeks and fell on his chest.

His dark nightgown was still neatly worn, except that the straps around his waist were loosened and his lower body was attached to me.

I kept gasping, moaning uncontrollably, lying on the pillow and staring at Bo Yin with a scattered gaze.

I've never heard Bo Yin call out to bed, he's always been depressed, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

Finally he got inside me again, then patted me in the face and got up to go to the bathroom.

I lay on the bed and gasped vigorously, my breathing was particularly short, the charm just now had not dissipated, and the pleasant feeling still filled my whole body.

Bo Yin has never been in the habit of wearing condoms, and I will have to remember to take contraception tomorrow morning.

He doesn't have this habit, but I'm going to guard against it.

Bo Yin stayed in the bathroom for about ten minutes, and came out with a white towel in his hand.

He came over and wiped my body carefully, then tossed the towel aside.

Then he picked me up and put me on the sofa, changed the sheets and carried me back without saying a word.

Bo Yin's small actions look very cute to me.

I think that a thing that is too small to be small, but he does it so seriously and seriously.

He has the habit of holding me when he sleeps at night and wiping my body, maybe he also has a habit of cleanliness.

I thought, if Bo Yin has a physical cleanliness habit, then does he have a mental cleanliness habit?

I don't think there's a mental cleanliness fetish.

If so, Bo Yin probably wouldn't be wrapped up with me, a divorced woman.

After all, he also knew in his heart that the relationship between Yan Ke and me could not be so pure that he didn't touch anything.

After all, they have lost their children.

Bo Yin was half-leaning on the bed in a white bathrobe, his hair was a little wet on his forehead, and from the angle of me, who was lying next to him, I could only see his side face.

The knife-like side face is like a stone carving under my knife, hard is not good, and it is not perfect.

At the moment I feel the urge to make him my model, but I just think, why should I carve him?

It may be that I have been looking at him for a long time, Bo Yin turned his head slightly, looked at me with dark eyes, and asked indifferently, "What are you doing?"

The light in the room leaked on his body, forming a small halo, and I hid under the quilt and shook my head, retorting to his words, "Didn't do anything!"

He commanded: "Close your eyes and sleep." ”

Bo Yin snuggled up to the head of the bed, his face was a little pale, and before I remembered it, I hurriedly asked worriedly: "Did you just take a bath and the wound touched the water?"

"Huh?" Bo Yin suddenly reached out and took me into his arms, I was afraid of touching his wounds, and my head was gently placed on his shoulder.

There was a warm breath on the side of his face, and Bo Yin asked indifferently, "I'll be as stupid as you?"

Bo Yin means that he is not as stupid as me, and he will definitely not touch the water even if he knows that he is injured.

But I don't know how smart he is, and his libido is so strong when he is injured.

Didn't he know that he would pull at his wounds when he moved violently?

He's holding on!

I sighed, remembering the problem between us, I nestled in his arms and reminded him, "Mr. Bo, it will be a month in a few days." ”

"Huh?"

Bo Yin was momentarily confused.

I reminded him, "There are a few days until the deadline for our trade, and I'm going home then." ”

"Really?" said Bo Yin's tone was a little indifferent.

"Well, thank you Mr. Bo for this time, and thank you for coming to save me today. ”

"Clock time. "Every time he called my name, he was either angry or he was talking about something.

I looked up at him and asked, "What?"

His expression was still the same, he hung his head to look at me, pursed his lips, and his fingers slid over my cheek and asked, "I'll ask you again, do you want to be a real Madame Bo?"

I was stunned, this is a very tempting thing, more attractive than pie in the sky.

But whether it was Liang Ying, Gu Shishi, or Pei Shangxi, they all said a common thing that kept me away from this man.

Bo Yin, this man, in this huge capital, he can cover the sky with one hand, and he can buy one enterprise after another by unscrupulous means and decisive means.

And he has dealings with all the families, but he just excludes our Zhong family.

He even acted aggressively and insisted on going his own way.

And he often disappears for ten days and half a month, but he has always lived in people's field of vision.

Bo Yin is like a god's mansion, not a good person, he can only admire, not play. And I haven't touched his body properly for so long.

He was too controlling, or he didn't bother to let me touch it, so he kept me down every time he was in bed.

But he also said that he didn't need a corpse, he needed me to take the initiative, and why did he go back on his word?

It should be disgust, sometimes his expression is too indifferent, and there is a trace of disgust under the indifference.

Just like that morning, I asked him, "Mr. Bo, do you have a morning erection?" and he pushed me away vigorously.

The breath of that moment was disgusting.

Even though I've been ignoring it and not taking it seriously, it's happened...... There is no such thing as forgetting.

And a man who is too good is unworthy of anyone, and this person naturally includes me.

Besides, I just got divorced, and I don't have the energy to get entangled with another man.

Bo Yin has given me joy and what I want this month, so when the time comes, it's time to leave.

Covetousness is not a good thing after all.

I quietly hid all the thoughts in my heart, smiled very brightly, looked at Bo Yin and asked, "Mr. Bo wants to marry me?"

He was silent, and he knew I understood what he meant.

I reached out and touched his body, and after only a dozen seconds, he reached out and grabbed my wrist, and then wrapped my palm in his palm.

See, as long as I touch him for a long time, he will make a move to stop me.

"Mr. Bo, it's just a deal, isn't it?"

I asked him rhetorically, and Bo Yin suddenly hooked his lips, as if he was a little relieved, and lowered his head and kissed my forehead lightly.

I smiled, hugged his arm and said, "Mr. Bo, go to bed, it's late." ”

Later, I knew that the occasional look of disgust in Bo Yin's eyes just remembered that I had been touched, and he had a trace of melancholy in his heart, so he didn't want me to touch him.

He was just a little tsundere at the time, but when he got entangled with him again, he changed this problem, and Bo Yin was deep but simple.

Yes, he has a spiritual cleanliness fetish.

In the middle of the night, Bo Yin's sleeping posture was a little uneasy, and his arm moved violently and then woke up and sat up.

I was also woken up by his action.

I asked him with concern, "Mr. Bo, what's wrong with you?"

I reached out and pressed the lamp on the bedside table, Bo Yin's face was pale, cold sweat was on his forehead, I wanted to reach out and wipe it for him, but he pushed me out of bed.

Then put on a suit and leave here.

I'm a little confused, all this happened too fast, what does it mean that Bo Yin left without saying a word?

Is his pale face aggravated by his physical injuries?

I hurriedly got out of bed and went out, but Bo Yin was gone, and I opened the door and didn't see it in the corridor, so I hurriedly entered the elevator and went downstairs.

At the door of the apartment, I saw Bo Yin walking into the rain despite his body, drenched in the summer rain.

Then got into a black Maybach.

I ran outside the apartment to chase him, but I stopped, Bo Yin had his own plans.

Bo Yin has always had his own plans.

He never told anyone what he thought.

and behavior.

He's always been bent on his own thing.