Two completely different emotions on this face were very mixed, which made her more dazzling and naturally dazzling.

Bo Qingyun saw the difference between her and Xia Wanxing again.

The gaze in my mind that always endures no presence in the corner overlaps with the arrogant and unrestrained smiling face of the woman in front of me.

His heart seemed to have a hole, and blood was surging, but he couldn't tell what emotions it was. He just felt that his body was numb, with a hint of dull pain after consciousness.

When he was at the beach, a huge anger burned him. When he realized that this woman was Xia Wanxing, he wanted to strangle the woman to death with his own hands.

But she fainted in his arms, without any warning.

He didn't remember how she was sent to the hospital.

I only knew that the moment she woke up, he broke in, had murderous intentions, or let go of his hand at the last moment.

Why let go?

Bo Qingyun closed her eyes, pressed the emotions that were about to roll out in her eyes, and did not ask the answer in her heart.

He tightly clung to Xia Wanxin, his voice was a little hoarse: "How do you prove it?"

Xia Wan's heart paused, then a ripples of smiles rippled in her eyes, and her face became more vivid and gorgeous.

She said: "If you ask someone to ask the former aunt of the Xia family, don't you know? It seems that the surname is Li, and I forgot the specific name."

She shrugged her shoulders, and she still looked casual, as if she wasn't the one who was almost strangled to death just now.

Bo Qingjun looked at her deeply for a while, and her eyes became more and more versatile.

Just when Xia Wanxin thought he was about to have an attack again, Bo Qingyun suddenly stood up.

As well as the retreat, there was a forced oppressive aura, and the air suddenly felt relaxed.

He glanced at her for the last time, turned around and was about to leave.

"Bo Qingyun." Xia Wanxin suddenly called him.

In the past, she only called him Mr. Bo, and the name always had a sarcastic smell.

But after she woke up, she called Bo Qingyun several times, and it became more and more comfortable.

Bo Qingyun's steps stopped at the door.

Xia Wanxin curled her lips slightly and asked, "How is the little sweetheart?"

Bo Qingyun's cold voice rang a few seconds later: "She's fine."

Xia Wanxin asked again: "Where is Uncle Zhang?"

Hearing this title, Bo Qingjun paused, as if he wanted to turn back.

Just as he had a move, he stopped and said coldly: "I've been rescued, I've been in a moderate burn, and I need skin graft surgery."

After saying that, he didn't waste his time, he twisted his handle and the door was brought to a loud noise.

The moment he closed, Xia Wanxin's tense nerve suddenly loosened, and his hand, which had been holding the quilt, had already pulled out several profound marks.

She swallowed her throat.

If Bo Qingyun had just touched her back, she would have found that there was already a layer of cold sweat there.

But he didn't.

Xia Wan was scared.

She quickly searched for all possible flaws in her mind.

At this moment, she was extremely glad that the sweetheart's face was disguised, and even if he saw it, he would not be discovered.

Otherwise, no matter how much I explained just now, it would be useless.

Xia Wanxin fell on the bed with a deep impression.

To be honest, Bo Qingyun's reaction was beyond her expectations.
Chapter completed!