Shi Ran trembled for a moment, and stood up slowly, and the blood mouth rubbed by the sand and gravel particles on the soles of his feet suddenly hurt a little more.

She stood in front of Bo Qingchen and looked at the man in front of her, who was obviously very weak and half-closed and still glancing at her.

"Mr. Bo."

"Sit down."

Bo Qingchen gave Wen Simiao and Qiu Ya a look, and the two of them noticed that Shi Shi's polished feet were scarred, and even the calves and ankles were a little swollen, and some places on the soles of the feet were still oozing blood, blurry.

Shi Ran was very cooperative, and sat obediently on the sofa beside Bo Qingchen, with his hands on his lap in a regular manner. Whether it was telling her that it hurt a little or that it would hurt a little, she nodded and answered, but she didn't have any expression, and she didn't say a word from beginning to end.

If it weren't for the ability of this girl to stitch and not say a word, Wen Simiao would have doubted whether her medical skills were superb. Patients don't need anesthesia at all! I don't feel the pain, hey!

There was a moment of silence in the air.

"Thank you, Doctor Wen, Sister Yaya." The wounds on Shi Ran's feet and legs were taken care of, and she changed into comfortable slippers brought by Qiu Ya.

Wen Simiao waved her hand and smiled, Qiu Ya's eyes were full of indescribable complexity. The two of them looked at the big boss who was resting at the same time.

"Mr. Bo, I'll send you back to rest." Sun Fuzhou answered the phone and came in from outside, breaking the embarrassment in the air.

The man hummed lightly, lifted his eyelids, and then, he put his injured arm over Sun Fuzhou and directly on Shi Ran's shoulder. Shi Ran raised her head violently, and the man's evil face imprinted into her eyelids.

"You, come back with me."

Looking at each other, Shi Ran's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously avoided the man's arm, she hung her head, "I still have a job, I'm sorry Mr. Bo, I'll go out first." ”

"Stop!

It's only been a few hours, and you don't have any memory, right? Need I remind you of your identity?!

No nod from me, work? I see who dares to give you a job! Bo Qingchen's voice was extremely cold, and his tone was shocked.

Identity, what identity does she have? Isn't it the princess of Mingmei, a poor worm falling from the clouds, oh, and a labor prisoner.

She remembered.

She still remembers being pulled out of the banquet by the man inexplicably, and she doesn't know if the money is still there when the money is settled on the side of the gold lord Fu Yan, and she almost lost her body by the man's strange anger one day.

Say she doesn't have a memory?! Shi Ran really wanted to laugh in her heart.

"Mr. Bo, you have a good memory, then you haven't forgotten what happened an hour ago, and what you promised me under the knife."

Bo Qingchen didn't speak, and his deep ink-like pupils rippled.

Shi Ran stiffened her neck and strode back to Bo Qingchen, she stood with the man sitting, and her momentum suddenly reached the peak.

"Do you need me to remind you again, I saved you, and you agreed to my terms."

Shi Ran took a deep breath, "I, want, see, Shi Qianyi!" ”

Since Shi Qianyi was taken away after her mother's funeral that day, she has never had a chance to see him once.

Shi Ran thought of the scene of that day, and thought that her brother was still in that dark and boundless hell, her heart was like a knife, her hatred was awe-inspiring, and her eyes were completely red.

The clean and beautiful amber eyes, which were as waveless as stagnant water, were firmly met by the man's deep eyes at this moment, and Shi Ran clenched his fists.