Bo Ye just looks at it lightly, and the corner of his lips is hooked. His smile is particularly loose.
Since they are all injured, they can't be injured in vain. They must pay a price.
However, in this case, Bo Jinhua must know anyway.
After all, they all have the same idea when they hate mu Shinian.
Mrs. Bo was afraid that he didn't have enough rest, so she said, "you have a good rest. I'll go back first and see you tomorrow."
Bo Ye nods.
After Mrs. Bo left, Bo Ye gently closed her glasses. The corners of her lips were cold, and there was almost no mood fluctuation in it.
He closed his eyes in silence, and there was a trace of air conditioning in the corners of his lips. It was gloomy and looked very strange.
Mu Shinian? Bo Qian is not here. I want to see who dares to protect you.
Who can have this ability!
A feeling of hatred grew in my heart.
There is no sound, and there is no sound sequence in it.
Bo Ye's eyes are heavy, staring at the white wall opposite.
……
When Bo Jinhua returned, he saw something in Mrs. Bo's hand. He approached a little, but Mrs. Bo seemed frightened, fiercely stood up and hid everything.
"What's the matter?"
Bo Jinhua has been used to conceit all his life.
Therefore, I didn't think that Mrs. Bo would be brave enough to hide things behind his back.
Mrs. Bo smiled bitterly and shook her head: "no, nothing."
Bo Jinhua frowned and walked over in disbelief. Despite Mrs. Bo's weak resistance, he turned everything out and was stunned.
Mrs. Bo quickly grabbed all the medicine, smiled as if nothing had happened, and said, "this is what I got when I was bored. I'm tired."
"Who's hurt?" Bo Jinhua looked at her: "where are you hurt? You need medicine to remove the bruises."
He didn't ask. If he asked, Mrs. Bo's tears would fall down in an instant.
She moved her lower lip and couldn't finish a complete sentence several times in a row.
Bo Jinhua's face sank: "what's the matter with you? Don't worry. Make it clear first."
Mrs. Bo covered her face and her hands were full of tears. She sat on the sofa and became so bitter.
Bo Jinhua felt more and more bad. He stretched out his hand, grabbed her body, held her in his arms and gently patted her back.
Mrs. Bo seemed to find a place to settle down at once. Wow, she hid in his arms and cried bitterly.
That cry hides too much sadness and grievance.
Bo Jinhua hugged her without saying a word.
When she had cried enough, she took out a paper towel and wiped away her tears.
"You say, who bullied you, I will help you decide."
Mrs. Bo shook her head: "it's not me."
Who can make Mrs. Bo cry like this except Bo Ye?
Bo Jinhua frowned: "is something wrong with Bo Ye?"
As soon as this sentence was said, Mrs. Bo's tears were more like pearls off the line, which could not be stopped.
Bo Jinhua frowned tightly, and the bottom of his heart became uneasy: "tell me quickly, what's the matter with Bo Ye? What's the matter?"
Mrs. Bo took a deep breath. Under the repeated urging of Bo Jinhua, she dared to say everything.
After hearing this, Bo Jinhua stood up from the sofa angrily. He grinned and sneered: "it's really a great skill to admire the times."