Chapter 315: She Really Didn't Like Him

Seeing that Murong Bojing's post was updated, several big floods jumped out again, leaving a message at the bottom:

The little brother begged for flirtation online: Brother, have courage, kiss strongly! Still bitten hahahaha...... Come on, it's a long road to chase your wife!

I'm the most handsome in the universe: that girl shouldn't have liked you yet, keep trying.

Murong Bojing glanced at the reply below, and there was a trace of bitterness in his heart, it seemed that Murong Le really didn't like him.

Lying on the bed, tossing and turning and unable to sleep, Murong Bojing opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, and Murong Le's palm-sized melon seed face appeared in front of him.

And Murong Le's room has turned off the lights and the door is locked.

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The next day, Murong Bojing, who had panda eyes, got up and changed his clothes and prepared to go downstairs.

He sent him a message, telling him that his personal doctor was on standby at the villa and could diagnose him at any time.

This personal doctor was hired by Murong Bojing at a high price, and he was a doctor who specialized in treating Cheng Jin, mainly studying Cheng Jin's rare diseases.

"Jing Ye."

As soon as he went downstairs, the private doctor was already waiting in the living room, and when he saw Murong Bojing's figure, he quickly stood up.

Murong Bojing nodded and motioned for him to sit down, Cheng Jin's illness was all taken over by him, and Murong Bojing paid special attention to it.

"I've had breakfast first, and then I'll see Xiao Jin."

Murong Bojing specially didn't go to the company today, just to see Cheng Jin, almost two or three times a month or so.

"Thank you, Master Jing, I've already eaten it."

Not forcing him, Murong Bojing sat down at the dining table, and the maid quickly brought breakfast up, glancing at the clock, half past seven in the morning.

The little girl still hasn't gotten up?

"Go get her up."

Murong Bojing's thin lips opened slightly, and he gave an order, and the servant hurriedly responded and hurriedly went upstairs.

At this moment, Murong Le was worried in the bathroom, and when he got up in the morning, he saw that the injury to his mouth was even more obvious, as if he had been bitten by something!

was worried about how to get back to school, there was a knock on the door, the maid was calling her to get up for breakfast, Murong Le pursed her lips, should:

"Got it, go down soon."

The place where the lip was bitten was red and swollen, and there was no scar yet, Murong Le was a little painful when he washed, and he complained about Murong Bojing in his heart.

……

Packing herself up and going downstairs, Murong Le couldn't care about the wound on her mouth, she could only face the reality, if someone asked, she would prevaricate again.

In addition to the uncle who was eating breakfast elegantly, there was also a man sitting on the sofa downstairs, and Murong Le glanced at it.

"Uncle."

Murong Bojing raised his eyes, his cold gaze swept over her face, his gaze touched her red and swollen lips, and his Adam's apple rolled twice.

"Come over for breakfast."

Murong Bojing's voice was hoarse, but he was particularly sexy.

Murong Le walked to the dining table and sat down, glancing at the medicine box on the sofa, his clear eyes slithering through doubts.

That's a doctor?

Looking at the two of them in confusion, Murong Le guessed if the uncle was sick and needed to see a doctor......

Eating bread and drinking milk slowly, Murong Le's eyes rolled slightly, and he kept secretly paying attention to Murong Bojing.

"There will be a driver to take you to school later, don't be late."

?!

A big question mark appeared in Murong Le's head, doesn't Uncle have to go to work? It's a weekday......

Or is it really sick and needs to see a doctor and then recuperate?

"Oh, you're sick?"

Murong Le pretended not to care and asked, as if he were talking about today's weather.

Murong Bojing's fingers paused slightly, and he didn't answer, he was thinking, should he take the opportunity to pretend to be sick?