Bo Shuyan, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes and saw a sharp saber against his neck.

There was only one wall lamp in the bedroom, and her thin but straight body was trimmed by the light, and the hatred in her eyes was even stronger.

Looking at her pale and cold face, distress swelled in his blue eyes, and he asked in a low voice, "Why have you lost so much weight?" ”

It's been a year, and he never thought she'd show up like this.

It's really, unexpectedly.

Bo Shuyan couldn't help but reach out and want to touch it, but the knife against his neck went in, and there was a continuous pain on his skin, and blood slowly flowed out and fell on the collar of his black shirt, leaving a dark red.

He was stunned unexpectedly, and there was an indescribable complexity on his handsome cheeks, "You want to kill me." ”

"What? You think I wouldn't dare? ”

For the man in front of him, how much he once loved, how reluctant, and how much he hated now!

Jiang Ai's hoarse voice was full of provocation, her red lips pursed lightly, and she gritted her teeth and said: "I can't wait to eat your flesh and drink your blood now, and cut you with a thousand knives and crush you into powder." ”

Her delicate features were covered with a thick layer of frost, and her whole person resembled a bloodthirsty queen dressed in frost.

As the words fell, the knife in his hand advanced again, and the speed of blood flowing out increased significantly.

Bo Shuyan didn't seem to feel pain, the whole person was like a lazy and elegant lion, and all this in front of him was just a farce that didn't hurt or itch.

His gaze swept over her taut chin, as if nostalgic, as if teasing, "Are you sure you can do this?" Instead of fainting first when you see blood. ”

Bloodsickness!

Scold!

She has already died once, and she still faints from what blood!

Thinking of what he had experienced, the anger that surged up in his body stirred.

At this moment, she longed to kill him with a knife, but when she thought of the purpose of coming, the knife in her hand had to retreat, as if otherwise, she couldn't control the hand that would pierce his veins at any time.

The blade left the skin, and Bo Shuyan lazily moved his stiff body.

In the evening, he drank too much wine, and his temples still hurt from jumping to the bottom.

The man in front of her doesn't seem to have changed, he is still so handsome that people can't forget it, even if it is through the monstrous hatred, she will still have a physiological instinct and her heart beats faster.

Wicked!

But it's also cruel!

It's a pity that she doesn't have time to think about these things now, the knife in her hand tightened, and her sharp eyes approached him and said, "Where is my father?" ”

"Oh," he raised an eyebrow, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "you still know that you feel sorry for your father, I thought you had forgotten about him." ”

"My family has raised you for 12 years, even a dog has raised feelings, but what about you? But En will take revenge. Bo Shuyan, you are not a human, you are a beast that is inferior to pigs and dogs! ”

The pain that overturned the river and the sea exploded from her body in an instant, Jiang Ai's already pale face became more and more pale, she knew that now was not the time to say this, so she could only desperately press the pain back into her body again.

She held the slender white hand of the knife, the green tendons burst slightly, and the sharp blade stuck to the skin of Bo Shuyan, "Say it quickly!" Where's my dad? Where did you hide my dad? ”

He has never avoided Jiang Weiguo's situation, and a few days ago he took the initiative to talk about Jiang Weiguo in front of the media, saying that his heart was not very good, and he was admitted to the intensive care unit a month ago.

How could he talk in an understatement about the benefactor who raised him and nurtured him to become a talent, as if he was not the one who caused such a result!

It's despicable!

A pair of hearts and livers are black to the extreme!

She was so angry that she desperately returned to the imperial city, but she couldn't find her father by all means, so she could only sneak into his house in a desperate way.

"Where have you been hiding this year?" He didn't take her threat seriously at all, probably because of the night, and he looked at her gaze, serious with a hint of affection.

"I'm asking you about my dad's whereabouts!" She was even more annoyed by his answer.

I don't know if he was stalling for time, afraid that his doglegs would break in, the knife in her hand pierced his skin again, and threatened viciously: "If you don't answer, I will really kill you." ”

He was not afraid at all, and his handsome face, which had been covered with snow all the year round, even floated a trace of pampering, and said with a slight coldness: "What can I do if I tell you that he is there?" If you take him away, it will only make him die faster, and with your down-and-out daughter who hasn't even graduated from college, do you have the money to pay for his expensive medical bills? ”

Bo Shuyan looked at the anger that was about to overflow in her eyes, and his tone softened helplessly, "His heart has long been bad, his condition has deteriorated sharply this year, I was going to let him have a heart transplant, but he didn't agree."

If you want to be really filial, let him have the operation done, and a few more days to live is a few days, which is the most important thing. ”

Her pupils dilated rapidly, and her whole body was like a bow that was almost straight, as if it would break at any moment.

Tears quickly overflowed, and all reason seemed to explode in an instant.

Jiang Weiguo in Jiang Ai's eyes is always red-faced, strong like a young man, as if he can accompany him for a lifetime.

She never thought, and she didn't dare to think, that he would one day get sick and even leave her.

She sniffed hard, forcibly held back the tears that came out of her eyes, desperately covered her embarrassment, and said resolutely to the eyes of Bo Shuyan: "You don't need to worry about this." Whether our father and daughter are dead or alive have nothing to do with you in the first place. ”

"How can it not matter?" There was a hint of a smile in his eyes, as if he was reminiscing, "In London, that night, I slept with you." ”

"Bo Shuyan!" She scolded loudly, every inch of her skin trembling uncontrollably, "Don't think I won't dare to kill you!" I repeat, let me take my dad away. The grudge between us is written off, and I promise that I will never appear in front of your eyes again in the rest of my life. ”

In an instant, his face sank.

A strong wind struck, and her hand holding the knife went numb, and her fingers loosened weakly.

She was startled and quickly grabbed it, but was moved away by the man first.

A big hand with distinct bones stretched out, Jiang Ai quickly left the edge of the bed, quickly took two steps back, the hand hanging on his leg quickly clenched into a fist, the unwillingness on his face and the hatred in his eyes seemed to be about to turn into substance.

The cold air in the middle of the night in the middle of winter poured into the room, and the temperature quickly dropped by dozens of degrees.

The laziness and tenderness on Bo Shuyan's face were completely retracted, and he returned to his indifference for twenty years, "You still want to kill me with your little carving insect skills, you forgot who taught you martial arts." ”

Jiang Ai's already pale face turned pale in an instant, and the stubbornness and unwillingness to wrap around the whole body cracked, and the whole person was like an old piece of paper that would turn into powder when the wind blew.