Bo Yucheng's ink pupil was deep and unpredictable.

He glanced coldly at Wen Mo who was standing in the corridor outside the door. There were a few faint resentments in his dark eyes, which seemed to blame him for inadequate protection and hurt her, and felt that Shen Ruxue was more than guilty in his death.

The girl looked calm, "Sew it."

When training in Jingshige before, if she was badly injured, it was all her own stitches, and there was no anesthetic. This kind of thing would not make any waves for her.

"If it hurts, bite me."

Mayor Bo Yucheng's arms gently put his arms around the girl's waist and rubbed his chin against the top of her hair. His voice sounded a little dull, "You bite your shoulder. It doesn't matter how much pain you bite."

The doctor smiled at his aunt and looked at them helplessly.

She fetched the tools needed for stitching, "Don't worry, I will give your girlfriend anesthetics, it won't hurt much."

But Bo Yucheng was obviously not at ease. He still frowned at the girl, and every time the needle passed through her skin, his heart was tightly pulled.

"Recently, you should pay attention to a light diet. Never touch water in the wound, especially when taking a bath."

The doctor ordered, "Come and remove the stitches in half a month."

Shi Qinglan nodded gently and thanked him, and then picked up the clothes peeled off from his shoulders, and the familiar cold scent lingered on the man after his breath.

Bo Yucheng unbuttoned his suit jacket and wrapped it gently around the girl before leaving the hospital with his arms around her waist.

...

Country A, in a villa.

In front of the luxurious European-style stained glass windows, the man stood with his hands in his hands, and his long body was wrapped in a burgundy suit, which was vaguely revealing a bit of enchantment and darkness in the backlight.

"Heh..." His **** voice was dark and long.

The man's red lips curled up slightly, and the enchanting peach blossom eyes raised slightly, "She really didn't disappoint me."

Hearing this, the subordinates in the villa immediately knelt on one knee.

They buried their heads extremely low, held their breath and did not dare to make a sound even if they breathed, realizing that the man was obviously angry.

"Cheng Ying." The man lifted his lips lazily.

The subordinate who was called by name stood up and said, "Young Master."

The man turned around slowly, and he slowly approached Chengying, "You said, has her skill improved again."

Chengying's back was shocked in a cold sweat.

He hesitated and didn't dare to speak, his Adam's apple rolled gently, and finally responded to his scalp, "She is not the opponent of Young Master."

"No." The man's smile gradually turned dark, and there was a dim light in his peach blossom eyes, "She is."

The name Shi Qinglan is almost a taboo of the Chi Ye League.

It’s just that Qi Yexuan, the young master of the Chiye League, was threatened by her for his life, and even poisoned by her. If he hadn't used some insidious means to get out, he would have died in the hands of Jingshige...

He spent a full two years in retreat before he got rid of the remaining poison in his body, and his temper was even more paranoid than two years ago.

And this time... even if he sent the most powerful dead soldier of the Red Night League to arrest her, none of those people had taken poison and killed himself.

"It's interesting." Qi Yexuan's lips curled up.

He dropped his eyes indifferently, and gently rubbed the tafe stone necklace with his fingers, "I'm afraid... if I don't offer this necklace, I won't be hooked in my childhood."

Chengying condensed her eyebrows, "Young Master, what do you want to do?"

Qi Yexuan did not speak, but the depths of the peach blossom eyes seemed to be surging undercurrents, filled with a bit of conspiracy.