Chapter 1167

Shen Fanxing was put on the bed in the bedroom, and then Bo Jingchuan let her go.

Then he got up, looked down at her for a while, and turned around in silence.

He should have wanted to go to the balcony, but his tall and straight body shook slightly and didn't move.

He leaned over again, supposed to go to the bathroom, but still didn't step out.

Finally, he turned to the door, remained silent for two seconds, and finally walked out with his feet raised.

Shen Fanxing looked at him like that. For a moment, he was a little confused.

The door of the bedroom was opened and closed, and the room was suddenly deserted.

The dark gray bedspread made her feel cold.

Looking at the closed door in silence, Shen Fanxing didn't move, just blinked his eyes.

According to the understanding of him, the backlog of temper in the western suburbs should come back to vent.

She didn't keep her promise and hurt herself.

According to the lessons learned in Hong Kong, he should show himself with a cold face how much he doesn't like his injury. He should use careful and gentle "cold violence" to let her "keep a long memory" and warn her that if he gets hurt again, the consequences will be very serious.

But now he didn't, there was no so-called delicate and gentle cold violence, and he didn't give her any ugly and gloomy face.

Silence.

She once again prevented him from hurting yuan Sichun because of her.

When he saw her whipped by Yuan Sichun with his own eyes, he couldn't vent his anger for her. She felt that his temper, which he had forced to endure, was now in his heart and had nowhere to vent.

Shouldn't he stay with himself?

Get angry with yourself.

She would like to see this kind of temper, which is totally accumulated for her own sake.

It's just that it seems so abnormal today.

Lying on the bed in silence all the time, wondering about Bo Jingchuan's abnormal behavior today, she even wondered if there was another rez around her today, which made him eat?

Or did she win the race on horseback and hurt people directly with a gun? He didn't know that he had an opinion until now?

In other words, most of those people today are aiming at her, trying to kill her, which makes him feel Scared?

I blinked again. When I think about it, it seems that there are too many things happening today.

Careful to stand up from the bed, she opened the door of the room and went out of the bedroom. There was no figure of him in the living room.

She went out of the room again. During the day, the second floor was quiet. The high-end Persian carpet didn't make any sound.

She stood at the entrance of the stairs and looked in the direction of the living room. She didn't see Bo Jingchuan.

Standing in the same place and thinking silently, she turned back and went to the study at the end of the corridor.

The door of the study is half closed. Shen Fanxing's nose is too sensitive. It's just a crack. She can smell a faint smell of smoke.

The smell of cigarettes?

Shen Fanxing's eyes flashed a touch of surprise. He raised his hand and gently pushed the door open. The familiar figure stood straight at the window, with her back to her. He put one hand in his pants pocket and the other hand carried it. He could not see the other arm bending.

The windows are wide open and the temperature in the study is very low.

She opened the door and walked past. There was no voice to put in, but the sensitive man didn't seem to notice.

Until she came to his side, stood on his side, quietly changed a "achuan".

His hand just suddenly shook for a while, subconsciously turned to look at her.

Seeing Bo Jingchuan's expression, Shen Fanxing's eyes shrank.

What kind of face is that?

A pair of deep black eyes, is the general red blood, the outside light through the open window straight hit his face, shining on his eyes, I do not know whether it is the color of blood, or clear water.

Almost from the bones of the breeding out of the anger at the moment is obviously fighting with endurance, bone clear between the index finger and the middle finger, the thin smoke has been pinched flat.

"Achuan..."

She had never seen Bo Jingchuan like this before. She looked terrible, but she was filled with acid in her heart. She went against the current, straight to her throat, and covered her eyes.

Seeing her, Bo Jingchuan put out the smoke in his hand and closed the wide open window, isolating the cold air instantly.

"Why don't you have a good rest?"

He opened his mouth in a low voice, but his voice seemed to contain a mouthful of smoke, and the low mist was hoarse, as if it was spreading out from the crack.

He reached for her clothes and avoided her wound carefully.

"Cold."

He took her by the hand, and with a word in his low voice, he pulled her away from the side of the open window.

He may also want to send her to the bedroom, but she stops in the middle of the study and tugs at his arm to convey the message that she doesn't want to leave.

"Well?" He looked back at her.

Shen Fanxing bit his lip, and tears continued in his eyes.She took her hand away from his big cold hand, went to him, and put her body close to his strong and generous chest. Her clothes were still stained with cold.

"I'm sorry."

She murmured, tears in his dark suit fainted a dark.

She raised her hands around his waist and pressed them close to his body, eager to melt herself into his body.

Bo Jingchuan was forced back a few steps by her force as if to squeeze into her body, and finally stopped at the edge of the desk.

Bo Jingchuan's delicate Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, reached out to hold the woman in his arms, and his voice came from his head.

"It's me who should say I'm sorry."

Shen Fanxing's nose is sour and her tears can't be stopped. The sour and astringent throat is extremely uncomfortable. She is used to the psychological hint of not letting herself cry easily. She tries her best to suppress herself from making any sound.

But the heart is really painful.

"I didn't deal with the people around me well. It was me who gave them the chance to hurt you, and I even gave you vent..."

Shen Fanxing shook his head in his arms, "it's not like this!"

It was she who took the initiative to compete with Yuan Sichun. It was she who gave yuan Sichun the chance to hurt herself. It was she who didn't let him move yuan Sichun. It was her

He was forced to look like he is now.

Bo Jingchuan did not speak, his silence proved that he still forced himself into a solid cage.

It's like a besieged wild animal, who hides his anger when he reaches the critical edge and besieges himself to death.

Shen Fanxing knew that he didn't listen to what he said. He was besieged in his overflowing emotions. He held her waist with one hand and gently encircled her. He deliberately didn't want to let his emotions leak to her.

"Can you..."

For a long time, Bo Jingchuan suddenly made a voice. His voice was hoarse and he stopped for a while, but Shen Fanxing nodded repeatedly.

"Can In the future, what you say is what you say. I'll never be good at making any claims any more. "

"Don't worry too much about me." Bo Jingchuan said.

“……” Shen Fanxing gave a pause.

What is Don't worry too much about him?

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