It can be seen that he is not in a good mood.

Speechless all the way, the car stopped steadily at the door of the house.

Bo Shuyan reached out and hugged Jiang Ai from the car, although his movements were very light, he still woke Jiang Ai, especially the moment he got out of the car, the cold wind hit, she frowned instinctively, and her originally chaotic brain was a little clearer.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Bo Shuyan's slightly tightened jaw, gently swaying with her movement under the street lamp.

"You go back first." After Bo Shuyan finished speaking, he entered the door opened by Zhang Hua.

Zhang Hua hummed, glanced at Bo Shuyan's back, closed the door, turned around and got into the car.

The warmth hit, and Jiang Ai subconsciously moved his body.

It was past eleven o'clock, everyone was asleep, only a dim wall lamp was turned on in the entrance, and everything was hidden in the darkness, and it was very silent.

Bo Shuyan lowered his head and saw Jiang Ai's clear black and white eyes staring at him thoughtfully, her whole face hidden in his black suit, which was even more small.

Jiang Ai gently pushed Bo Shuyan, and he took the opportunity to put her on the entrance cabinet.

Jiang Ai just wanted to ask him what he meant, but he took out a pair of pink plush slippers.

He squatted on the ground with his tall, bony hands gripping her feet, and with the other hand he unzipped her shoes, took them off, and helped her put on her slippers.

The originally clear brain became a mess again, she forcibly suppressed the irritability and rejection in her heart, and jumped down from the entrance cabinet with her hands.

After changing her shoes, Bo Shuyan saw her swaying forward, and hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

Jiang Ai tried to push him, but she didn't have any strength at all, she was unwilling, but there was no way, she was in a hurry, and the irritability rose slowly.

Bo Shuyan could feel her resistance, she couldn't wait to breathe in and out with a disdain for him, thinking of this, his hand holding her arm used a slight force.

"You're hurting me!" Jiang Ai suddenly yelled and pushed him away fiercely.

Bo Shuyan didn't expect her to be like this suddenly, he stumbled and almost fell, he stabilized his body, watched Jiang Ai scratch his hair vigorously, and his pretty little face was full of irritability and displeasure.

"I don't need you!" She said it desperately and calmly, and then stared at him with a pair of reddish eyes, and repeated, "Bo Shuyan, you heard me clearly, I don't need you to care!" ”

"Whether I live or die, what kind of life I live, it doesn't matter to you." Her throat was densely pierced with thorns, she took a deep breath, and her voice was weak from pain, "I was licking a face and sticking to you, racking my brains in the hope of getting your attention, but you?" ”

She stared at him with a pair of beautiful eyes that were deep and deep, and couldn't help but sneer self-deprecatingly, "It's like I'm garbage that no one wants, and it's dirty to look at you." But what do you mean now? Is there any reason for you to deign to pick up the trash you once didn't want and show your ridiculous pity? Or is it to make up for your uneasy conscience after doing too much for your lack of virtue? ”

His whole body was hidden in the dark, looking at her without saying a word, she desperately tried to see a little uneasiness or guilt in his eyes, but there was no trace of emotion in his eyes as deep and deep as an ancient well.

He had a cold face, except for the powerful aura on his body that proved that he did exist, she almost thought that everything now was her imagination alone.

She tilted her head in resignation, wanting to laugh, but the tears fell first. She thought it was funny, it had come to this, what was she looking forward to?

He walked towards her step by step, holding her face with his palm, his fingers wiped away the cold tears on her face with pity, he wanted to speak, but he didn't know how to speak, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and finally turned to ashes, "El, isn't it okay like this?" Your dad is alive, your brother is alive, and they're still with you. ”

"What do you mean by that?" She reached out and knocked his hand off, glared at him fiercely, gritted her teeth and said, "So you took everything from my family, and I want me to be grateful in turn for not cutting the grass and eradicating the roots?" Let them all live? ”

Her strength was not great, but he just felt that his hand was surprisingly painful, and even his heart was throbbing.

He lowered his head slightly, and his blinking eyelashes covered up too many complex emotions that he couldn't vent.

He finally let go of his slightly clenched fist, the loneliness on his face instantly subsided, and he said lightly, "I'll go and cook you a bowl of decanting soup." ”

Jiang Ai watched him unbutton his sleeves as he walked, and slowly rolled up his sleeves, only to feel a smell of blood overflowing from his mouth.

The headache was terrible, as if someone was hitting it vigorously with a hammer, and the painful breathing was shallow.

She threw herself on the couch in resignation, staring blankly at the ceiling.

About fifteen minutes later, Bo Shuyan walked out with a bowl of sobering soup, he looked at Jiang Ai who was paralyzed on the sofa, put the white porcelain bowl in his hand on the table, walked to her, sat down, helped her up, and let her lean into his arms, "Drink the soup and go to sleep." ”

Jiang Ai's whole body was uncomfortable, he was already sleeping in a daze, and he was even more uncomfortable when he made a fuss like this, so he couldn't help frowning and muttering, "No." ”

Bo Shuyan looked at her for a while, picked up the bowl, scooped up a spoonful with his other hand, blew it, and put it to her mouth, "Drink a little, otherwise you will have a headache tomorrow." ”

She snorted twice, she didn't want to drink, but the spoon was against her lips, and just as she was about to say no, the soup flowed down her lips.

It tastes good, it's not cold or hot, and when you drink it to the stomach, the whole body warms up from the inside out.

She moved comfortably and tilted her head slightly, like a little pet waiting to be fed.

His eyes softened, and he patiently fed spoonful by spoonful, until the bowl was gone, then he put down the bowl, reached out and picked her up and walked upstairs.

It was the first time she had a sweet dream in more than a year, she was lying on the beach, the warm sea breeze was blowing, and the comfortable sun was shining on every cell of her face, which was very comfortable.

She opened her eyes and looked at the chest in front of her and was stunned, she was being held in her arms, and there was a regular breathing in her ears.

Jiang Ai raised his head and looked at the man in front of him with a complicated expression, the sky was not yet bright, and he didn't know what time it was, only an orange wall lamp was turned on in the room, which covered everything with a warm veil.

Everything came intermittently last night, she was obviously dancing on the stage, and someone spent 500,000 yuan to shoot her wine, and that person was Bo Shuyan.

Everything after that was vague and not really remembered.

She tried to lift his arm up, slowly, trying to move away from her body, when suddenly a domineering force struck, and her body was once again tightly wrapped in his arms.

Eyes met, his deep eyes looked at him for I don't know how long, she was a little weak, but more annoyed, just about to get angry, her lips were blocked by soft hot lips.