To be honest, Bo Jinghan really didn't want to leave.

It was an intuition, or a natural occurrence, like the alert senses of a beast when it encounters danger.

Just like the last time, she was in a flustered situation before she was carried away by Ivan......

And this time, Bo Jinghan felt the crisis again.

This crisis did not come out of nowhere.

It is a kind of anger that emanates from the body of "Shengqing".

His eyes, cold and dark, as if they had no feelings, black like thousands of years of unresolved ice, swept lightly, cold like two sharp blades that refracted the white mang, cold and hateful at the same time, making people's hearts beat, as if the person in front of him was his enemy who did not share the sky.

And he was staring at Old Man Bo for a moment.

This made Bo Jinghan feel that it was particularly bad!

Thin Lao made up his mind to let her go, obviously the topic he was going to talk about next was something she couldn't hear.

In this way, only one word popped up in Bo Jinghan's mind.

- Secret door!

……

On the other side, there was silence in the lounge on the second floor.

But the air pressure above everyone's heads seemed to decrease with time, getting lower and lower, and the pressure was so overwhelming that people's hearts were covered.

Qiao Xin was tense, like a wounded little hedgehog, opening her whole body with sharp thorns, no matter who approached her in front of her, she would be run over by her fiercely, and there was a lot of strength not to poke the hole in your body, and the old lady swore not to give up.

Su Yiliang, who was on the side, looked at her in his eyes, although he was annoyed with Lin Xing in his eyes, he was more jealous.

That's right, he's just jealous of this guy.

Obviously, the two of them are not bad, but the love in this world is so wonderful, Lin Xing didn't make any effort, so Qiao Xin was haunted by him, even if he refused again and again, even if the two of them had done a good job of sorting out each other, but when they met again, he was still the thorn in Qiao Xin's psychology, or it could be said that he was the thorn that was pulled out in Qiao Xin's heart, leaving a deep trace that could not be erased.

Even if he was by his side in real time, he couldn't replace the scar left by Lin Xing's thorn in her heart, let alone use himself to fill the wound.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

The deep eyes were uncertain, and the fists couldn't help but clench.

The three of them didn't speak, but the atmosphere in this lounge was completely different from its original holy and comfortable environment, and it was extremely subtle.

At this time, the emergence of Bo Jinghan broke this delicate pattern.

Squeak -

Push open the door.

An eerie atmosphere came to my face.

Bo Jinghan, who was originally lacking in interest and desperately wanted to rest, saw the scene of the three people sitting opposite each other in the door, and couldn't help but be stunned and paused.

Lu Yan followed behind, looking at the scene here, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Especially when he saw Lin Xing's dark face and gloomy eyes that were a little embarrassed, his tense heartstrings loosened a little.

"Sister Bo, why are you here?!"

Hearing the movement, Qiao Xin put away her thorns almost immediately, her face was sneering, she wanted to laugh but couldn't, she could only touch her head and look at the direction of Bo Jinghan**. After a pause, she asked again: "Hey, why don't you have a good face, are you in any trouble?" Who the hell is that person, have you caught it? Did they run away, or did they ...... to your family"

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