The place where Zhong Wanwan lives is considered the center of the city, but the community is very old, the streets are cramped and dirty, the smell of fried vegetables wafts out of the windows, mixed with the smell of sewers, Bo Lengmo's face has changed and changed, and the already unhappy mood is even more complicated.

"It's hard to park ahead, I'll just get off here." Zhong Wanwan opened his mouth to remind.

"Hmm." Thin cold ink parking.

"You don't have to send it to me." Seeing that Bo Lengmo was about to get out of the car, Zhong Wanwan opened his mouth to stop, "It's too dirty ahead." ”

Bo Lengmo glanced around.

A drunken middle-aged man staggered away with a wine bottle, an old lady sat at the door of her house and wailed that her son was not filial, and the woman next door was scolding because yesterday's bottle was sold for less money......

"It's not safe to be alone here." Bo Lengmo came back to his senses.

Zhong Wanwan unscrewed the door with the key, "You don't need to change your shoes, just come in." ”

She threw her clothes on the couch, "There's no high-end water here that you usually drink, can you do Coke?" ”

"No, you don't."

Bo Lengmo stood at the door and looked at the house, one bedroom and one living room, the house has been some years old, although Zhong Wanwan has cleaned it carefully, but the old decoration and outdated structure still show dilapidation.

Usually, it's okay for Zhong Wanwan to live alone, but Bo Lengmo is tall and squeezes the space even more cramped.

He took out the tube of medicine for bruises, "Come here and apply it." ”

Zhong Wanwan took the medicine, "I'll apply it in a while." ”

"Now paint." The thin cold ink is unusually strong.

Zhong Wanwan felt that Bo Lengmo had an abnormal attachment to watching himself take medicine and apply medicine, which was like this before, and is still so.

Zhong Wanwan sighed, "Mr. Bo, aside from the casual relationship, our relationship doesn't seem to be good enough, let me apply medicine in front of you." ”

She promised Bo Lengmo's mother that she would not see Bo Lengmo again, today's meal was already a luxury, and she couldn't let herself think more.

"Your mother is in the Star City Sanatorium." Bo Lengmo looked indifferent, walked to the sofa and sat down.

"What do you mean?" Zhong Wanwan is like a fried hedgehog, full of vigilance.

"Xingcheng Sanatorium has 60 percent of the shares of Bo's Group." Bo Lengmo sat on the sofa, his legs folded, and his right hand supported his head to watch Zhong Wanwan.

Zhong Wanwan only felt a chill rush to the top of his skull, spreading throughout his body along the meridians.

The Bo Group owns 60 percent of the sanatorium, so Bo is free to decide whether or not to let his mother receive treatment.

And this is just the surface, according to Bo Lengmo's status, as long as he speaks, no nursing home in Star City will risk offending the Bo family to treat his mother.

Everything before was like a joke, she tried everything, and Bo Lengmo could crush it when she talked and laughed.

"Does it have to be like this?" There was almost an inaudible grievance in her words.

"Apply the medicine."

Zhong Wanwan took a deep breath and blinked the wetness in her eyes with her head tilted.

Sitting on the sofa, Zhong Wanwan's movements were stiff, and the ointment in his hand did not open it twice after getting it.

Bo Lengmo took the ointment and unscrewed it, and stuffed it into Zhong Wanwan.

Zhong Wanwan didn't look at him, biting her lip and lifting her clothes, her skin was snow-white, and the scars on her waist were even more obvious, purple-red, already a little red and swollen, which looked shocking.

Zhong Wanwan applied medicine directly to the wound with her fingers, her hands were heavy, and she only felt the dull pain of the wound, and she couldn't help but "hiss".

Bo Lengmo turned his head when Zhong Wanwan lifted his clothes, and only looked back when he heard the voice.