Qin Yiren thought about it and showed a distressed expression.

It would be great if she could leave this island, but it was obviously not an easy task. She didn't think that Mary, who met by chance, would help her.

so.

The plan she just mentioned is half true and half false. The most important purpose is to borrow Mary's satellite phone to secretly contact the home, and then discuss the next thing slowly.

After all, the Bo family has great power in China.

Faced with the familiar and unfamiliar Bo Jingxing, she could not guess what kind of reaction he would react after discovering that she was missing, and would he take his anger on her family in anger...

Thinking of this.

Qin Yiren felt that the time was almost over, so she looked at Mary and said again: "You are right. I'd better plan with my friend. I wonder if I can borrow your phone number?"

Mary looked at her with a smile, "We are already friends. Isn't it more convenient to discuss with me directly than discussing with others?"

If you want to make friends, it was originally what Qin Yiren said.

She had to nod her head, and she asked uncomfortable: "I just don't want to cause trouble. Since you are interested, do you have any suggestions?"

"If you really want to scare him, leaving this island is a very important beginning." Mary raised her glass and gestured to her, and continued with a smile: "It just so happened that I have plans to go to sea these two days. Do you want to come with me if you want to come with me?

Woolen cloth?"

The way to leave here suddenly appeared and was easily unexpected.

Qin Yiren was about to speak, but subconsciously felt something was wrong, which made her feel inexplicably palpitations. When she spoke, she changed her sentence: "This is not good, it's too troublesome to you, and once I disappear from the island, he will definitely doubt you.

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"It doesn't matter." Mary hugged her affectionately, and a deliberately low voice drifted into her ears: "If you are ready, you can come to me at any time. Do you know how to find me, right?"

Qin Yiren's heart became tight.

Before she could answer, Mary had let go of her and waved her hand with a charming smile: "Look, isn't this our prince? Little sweetheart, your husband is here to pick you up."

Qin Yiren looked back and saw Bo Jingxing walking towards her gracefully and calmly, nodding and smiling politely with Mary.

Mary gave a kiss with a smile, and blinked at Qin Yiren without a trace, as if she was hinting at the suggestion she had just made.

Then, Mary left the terrace.

The night wind blew up the corner of Qin Yiren's skirt. She recalled Mary's invitation and always felt something was wrong.

Although she didn't tell the truth, most friends would not interfere in the conflicts between couples, not to mention that she and Mary were not friends at all, so how could they deserve Mary's enthusiasm?

"Xiaoqian, it's getting late." Bo Jingxing took off his coat and gently put it on her shoulder. "I remember you don't like social occasions. Is it too boring to stay in a villa with me?"

Her coat wrapped around her with a manly aura.

It is gentle and suffocating.

The slender eyelashes trembled. Qin Yiren did not answer this question head-on, and said as if nothing had happened: "The scenery on the island is very good, but it is boring after watching it for a long time. Do we want to stay here forever?"

Bo Jingxing pondered for a moment.

The characteristic of this island is its beautiful scenery. In addition to various luxury shopping malls, it is a banquet after banquet, which is not as good as those international cities.

"Since you don't like it, we'll leave for a while. I'm just going to have a place to take you there." Bo Jingxing said this and asked carefully: "Are you okay after the wedding?"

Qin Yiren wanted to speak but stopped. If we look at the date of the customized wedding dress, there are less than twenty days left before the wedding.

The wedding venue, guests, priests—all were in preparation.

When Qin Yiren thought that she might really want to hold a wedding with Bo Jingxing, she felt mixed feelings, but he had agreed to leave after the wedding, and she could not be more capable.

"All right."

With a calm expression, Qin Yiren rubbed her tingling forehead as she listened to the lively background sound in the hall, "Let's go back..."

"Xiaoqian, do you have a headache?" The eyes fell on her, and Bo Jingxing's tone of voice became heavier unconsciously: "When did it start?"

Qin Yiren opened her mouth and silently put down her hand.

A while ago, she was ready to receive psychological treatment, and her mood was relaxed, and the headache naturally relieved a lot.

But then...

"You lock me in your room and report my death on the news. You don't allow the days when I contact my family to start."

While saying this.

Qin Yiren pursed her lips and felt the pleasure of self-abuse in her heart.

Over the past few days, even though her reason has warned her not to anger Bo Jingxing, blindly enduring is a difficult task.

Bo Jingxing lowered his eyes and looked at the stubborn little woman, sighing as if nothing had happened: "Xiaoqian, are you still angry with me?"

Qin Yiren could barely maintain his calmness, but after hearing this, he couldn't suppress his anger: "Jing Xing, do you really think that after experiencing these, my mood can still be described in the word "angry"?"

Bo Jingxing was silent for a moment, looking at her for a moment.

The strong emotions made her lively. The black and white eyes seemed to be burning invisible flames. It was no longer the lifeless look he had before, but it seemed that this seemed very good.

"Xiaoqian..."

Her name was murmured in a gentle tone, and Bo Jingxing changed the topic: "You need a doctor, but the island cannot provide such a service. I'll try to see if I can get the wedding date in advance. Let's go back."

"I need a doctor?" Qin Yiren shook his hand away and said word by word: "I don't think I need a doctor."

Bo Jingxing shook his head gently, his eyes tenderly as if he was looking at an ignorant child: "You are sick, so you think so."

Qin Yiren couldn't keep up with his thinking and asked in a difficult manner: "Are I sick or you?"

"Shh."

Bo Jingxing looked back at the banquet with his fragrant clothes and hairy hair, and held Qin Yiren's hand again: "Xiaoqian, I don't want to quarrel with you. There are some things you don't need to understand, just believe me, it's enough."

"Believe you?" Qin Yiren laughed in silence, her clear eyes dimly, "You said this too late, Jing Xing."

"Nothing is too late." Bo Jingxing played with her fingertips and slowly linked her fingers. Under her gentle voice was a domineering ***: "As long as I want, we can start over at any time."

Qin Yiren closed her eyes, "I'm tired."
Chapter completed!