In the research room, Bo Xingzhi's handsome face turned pale, and the pupils of his cold eyes shrank slightly.

The clenched fist declared the pain at this time.

"President Bo, if you continue smoking, you will die!" a researcher whispered.

The instrument had begun to scream.

"Not enough, not enough..." Bo Xing stopped shaking his head, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, and after a while he spit out three words, "Keep on pumping!"

The pain made him clenched his fist and brought it to his lips.

His white teeth bit his fist, and he pressed the pain that was so painful that he couldn't faint.

The pain raged wildly, like a tsunami.

However, he held back.

When everything was over, he lay silently on the narrow bed.

The handsome face was pale, two researchers and a doctor and nurse were helping him bandage his wounds.

The blood stained the gauze, but he didn't seem to feel anything.

The gloomy eyes were slightly closed, and the thick and slender eyelashes trembling slightly. At this time, he was suffering from great pain.

He just didn't say a word. If it hadn't been for the thin trembling lips to betray him, others would not be able to tell what he did just now.

After resting in the research room for a long time, he slowly got up.

When Song Yan came to pick him up, it was already late at night.

Looking at the haggard and pale man, Song Yan quickly supported him, "Master, how are you?"

"I'm fine." Bo Xingzhi's voice was weak and weak. He didn't want to see Ruan Su see him, so he had to leave here quickly.

Song Yan nodded and helped him to leave.

A black Bentley galloped on the highway at midnight.

Song Yan sent Bo Xingzhi to a nearby private hospital.

The confidentiality of the hospital is extremely high and the asking price is high.

When the emergency doctor saw the blood-stained chest of Bo Xingzhi, who was being helped in, he was shocked.

"Why got so badly injured?"

Bo Xingzhi's face was pale, his expression was cold, and he refused to vomit half a word.

Song Yan said coldly, "We are going to be hospitalized."

After all the procedures were completed and Bo Xingzhi lay down in the VIP ward, he finally slowly closed his eyes and fell into the endless darkness.

No matter how strong his physical fitness is, he can't help being so tossed.

Song Yan has always been by his side, looking at the usually strong and powerful man, who is so weak now.

He couldn't help shaking his head helplessly.

The young master's affection for Ms. Ruan is really deep, without bottoming out.

*

Early in the morning.

Ruan Su rubbed his eyes, and when he woke up in the research room's lounge, he found that it was already eight o'clock in the morning.

The faint sunlight was glowing golden and poured in through the window.

She sat up and found that the poison on her body had spread to her neck.

If it spreads further, it will reach the mouth, nose, brain...If Bo Xingzhi kisses her, he will also be infected.

It didn't spread to the nose and mouth before...

Ruan Su shook her head and her face was slightly hot. At this time, how could she think of kissing Bo Xingzhi?

What she should worry about is how many days she can live!

Taking a long breath, she went to wash.

At breakfast, she asked Jiang Xinyu, whose eyes were red and bloodshot, "How is the antidote?"

Jiang Xinyu had a slight pain in her heart, raised her bloodshot eyes and looked at her, "I guess he will be out in the afternoon."

"So fast?" Ruan Su felt a little weird.

He had no clue before, so how come it is progressing so fast now?

It always felt like she had missed something, and it passed away in a flash, but she couldn't catch it.

After eating breakfast, she went directly into the research room, this time Jiang Xinyu did not stop her.

Eight researchers, each of them put a bowl of bright red liquid on the bench, like blood?

Blood?

Where did so much blood come from?

What is this blood going to do?

Ruan Su slightly twisted the peak of her beautiful eyebrows. She has a delicate appearance, three-dimensional features and a delicate nose.

A pair of glaze-like ink-colored eyes flickered slightly, because—she saw something familiar.

Under the corner of a laboratory table, she saw a dark red suit pocket square.

A thin pocket square?

Why are you here?

Ruan Su thought of the scene where Jiang Xinyu stopped her in the research room last night.

Could it be that something is hiding from her?

Ruan Su wrinkled his brows deeper.

She bent over, grabbed the pocket square in her hand, and turned out.

Jiang Xinyu saw her come out and yawned, "I stayed up all night last night and didn't sleep. I'm going to take a rest now."

"Jiang Xinyu, this pocket square is so thin, why is it here?" Ruan Su narrowed his eyes and stared at Jiang Xinyu, not letting go of any expression on his face.

Jiang Xinyu said with a smiley face as usual, "Oh, how could this be so thin? This is mine. I left yesterday."

He grabbed the pocket square from Ruan Su's hand, "Boss, don't you think about Mr. Bo? If you want him, you go find him!"

It is estimated that with his current physical condition, it is impossible to see you.

Jiang Xinyu squinted inwardly.

Ruan Su always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

Jiang Xinyu went to rest.

The sun is shining outside.

Ruan Su took a bottle of drink from the refrigerator and went directly to the open-air balcony of the research room.

The balcony is about fifty meters wide, with a wicker chair and coffee table in the middle, surrounded by wisteria.

There are some green plants in pots on the ground, and the sun shines in and casts mottled light and shadows.

The breeze is very comfortable.

This is generally a place for employees or researchers to rest and relax when they are tired.

Ruan Su lay on a wicker chair and took a sip of his drink.

In a patch of green, the appearance of a beautiful woman in the sun is like a fallen fairy.

On the fifth floor of the opposite hospital, the frail man happened to see this beautiful scene through the glass window.

His heart was shaking, and he couldn't help shaking his mind, feeling so violently, Bo Xing couldn't help but touch his chest.

The private hospital Song Yan sent him to in the middle of the night was just opposite the Centenary Medical Research Office.

He fell asleep in the middle of the night plus one day, and he just woke up right now.

I saw the woman sitting on the open-air balcony.

His features are cold and his legs are slender and powerful. At this time, his upper body was red, and his chest was covered with snow-white gauze. The original excellent figure revealed an inexplicable breath of beauty.

With such a **** body, a woman can scream softly at a glance, and a man who exudes a lot of male hormones has a fatal attraction to women.

"You would choose a hospital." Bo Xingzhi said to the person behind him.

Song Yan's heart and liver trembled, and hurriedly responded, "I chose it specifically so that the young master can control Miss Ruan's detoxification at any time."

Bo Xingzhi picked up the black shirt on the sofa and put it on slowly. He had just changed the medicine, and his short black hair looked very flamboyant in the sun.

His vitality is badly injured now, and he is afraid that it won't get better soon.

Song Yan looked at his back with some worry.

Master is so bitter.

Hey--

*

Ruan Su rested on the outdoor balcony for a while, and fell asleep unconsciously.

When Jiang Xinyu came over, it was already setting sun.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Jiang Xinyu holding a glass of warm water in one hand and two blood-red pills in the other.

She suddenly became energetic and blinked her beautiful eyes, "Is the antidote ready?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, she felt a smelly sweetness in her throat, "Ahem--"

Blood gushed out of her mouth and nose, one mouthful after another, dyeing her clothes red.

Jiang Xinyu was shocked, "Boss! How are you? Don't scare me!"

Ruan Su grabbed the tissue on the table and wiped the overflowing blood, and gave Jiang Xinyu a weak smile, "I'm okay..."

Unexpectedly, the toxicity would be so violent.

She was dizzy for a while, but she was celebrating in her heart. Fortunately, Bo Xingzhi didn't know about her poisoning, otherwise, that domineering man would not know what crazy actions he would make.

Jiang Xinyu quickly handed the water to her hand and stuffed the two blood-red pills into her mouth, "Boss, you quickly eat the antidote."

It's really an antidote----

Ruan Su murmured.

The **** pill was fleeting, and she drank two drools and took the medicine.

With a bewildered head that didn't have time to think about anything else, she closed her eyes again and fell into the darkness.

In front of the glass window on the fifth floor of the hospital opposite.

Bo Xingzhi frowned and watched this scene, his heart beating violently, and throbbing pain came.

At the moment when he saw Ruan Su vomiting blood, he wished he could rush down immediately, hug her tightly, and bear the pain for her.

I don't know if it's anxious.

Bo Xingzhi coughed violently, tugging at the wound on his chest, and suddenly—blood overflowed again, gradually staining the gauze wrapped around his chest.

Song Yan opened his mouth and couldn't help but persuade, "Master, you must not get excited anymore, otherwise, when will your injury be healed?"

Bo Xingzhi didn't speak, a trace of pain appeared on his handsome face.

His thin, tight lips stretched into a straight line, and his firm jaw tightened.

His eyes were always fixed on Ruan Su on the outdoor balcony.

The moment he saw Jiang Xinyu hugged her up and left, his heart seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand again.

Originally... the man who was by her side at this moment should be him.

He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.

Throwing himself into the soft bed, picked up the phone and sent a WeChat message to Ruan Su.

[Wife, what are you doing? I recently went to country M on a business trip...]

After he deceived himself and sent WeChat, he closed his eyes... His heart was cut...

*

Fu Family Villa.

Fu Yinli looked at the empty villa, where there was no more laughter from the young girl.

It's been several days.

She seems to have disappeared out of thin air.

No matter how you look for it, you can't find any trace.

He got angry with anxiety, and his mouth got angry, causing several blisters.

He was sitting in Li Zhuoyan's room, looking at the photo frame on the table, the little girl in it smiled shyly, like a bud in bud.

He couldn't help but touched the picture of the girl and muttered, "Yanyan, where are you?"