Boss on top: My wife is too hot

pain.

Not only the feeling from the wrist, but also the broken heart after being crushed abruptly.

It's no longer her business alone.

So, no matter how much pain she feels in her heart, even if she wants to separate from him at this time, as long as Zhang Bo disagrees, she will always live with the title of "Zhang Bo's fiancee"?So, even the bit of dignity and freedom she wanted has become a luxury. Is this how you understand it?
How can this feeling be used as a bargaining chip to torture the other party?
Jiang Xiyuan took a deep breath, raised her hand and pushed him away forcefully, her fingertips trembling slightly, "Zhang Bo, don't you think such words are too much?"

"I'll take care of the rest." Zhang Bo deliberately avoided Jiang Xiyuan's sight, and didn't respond directly, but slowly twisted his hands behind his back into fists. "There's a cruise party the day after tomorrow, you and I will attend."

"I'm not free!" He refused politely.

"Have a good rest. I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow evening." Zhang Bo's tone was as calm as usual, without any embellishment of emotion, but there was a little bit more loneliness.

Jiang Xiyuan turned her head away and stopped looking at him.

After being silent for a while, Zhang Bo moved his lips lightly, hesitant to speak.

In the end, he tugged at the neckline irritably. It seemed that the loose T-shirt inside was also too oppressive to breathe, and the only way would be to feel better.

Walking to the door, Zhang Bo turned the handle, only to see Jiang Qian standing at the door.Because she was stuck on the door, she was unprepared and almost fell, and took a step back in a panic, her face pale.

Jiang Qian seemed to be terrified of Jiang Xiyuan, she didn't even look at her, so Vino quickly hid beside Zhang Bo, with half of her face on her face, "Brother Bo, my mother asked you to stay and have dinner together."

"No need." Zhang Bo glanced at Jiang Xiyuan, and said three words indifferently.

Cold and ruthless, just like the cruel words he said to her when he grabbed her wrist, without any emotion.

Zhang Bo left coldly, Jiang Qian raised her face proudly, looked at Jiang Xiyuan sarcastically, and said, "You deserve it!"

After catching up with Zhang Bo, his voice was weak again, "I'll see you off."

Jiang Xiyuan felt that her heart was on the verge of collapse, she quickly closed the door, and simply took off the skirt that had not been pulled for a long time, and looked carefully at her wrist, only to find that there were shallow bruises there, the cause of the pain was precisely because Zhang Bo had just pulled , it just so happens that all the power is in this bruise.

Only then did he notice the faint smell, Jiang Xiyuan hesitantly raised his hand, put it under the tip of his nose and sniffed lightly, the smell of ointment.

A thought suddenly pricked her, if it was left over from yesterday when she was scratching with Yang Chen, then the smell of ointment must be the result of Ye Shenghao's help to deal with it, or it was caused by his family doctor?
But no matter what kind, Jiang Xiyuan was touched. A man who is about to enter the palace with her will only blindly sprinkle salt on her wounds, deepening her pain. It seems that his understanding of her is not as good as that of a man who has only met a few times. new friend.

What an irony!

Jiang Qian sent Zhang Bo outside the door. At this time, the sunset was against the background, and the scenery on the horizon was so beautiful.

Xiaguang lightly fell on Zhang Bo's eyes, as bright as the stars, looking at that handsome profile, Jiang Qian's heart was rippling and her face was slightly red.

"Brother Bo, don't you really want to stay and have dinner together? It's rare for you to come home. If your sister makes you angry, you can just sit at the same table with her, and you don't have to just leave?" Jiang Qian said. Abandon.

"En." Zhang Bo replied shallowly without raising his head.

"Boge."

Seeing that Zhang Bo was about to take a step, Jiang Qian took the initiative to grab the hem of his clothes in desperation, with a shy expression on her face.