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Chapter 113 Bo Huan, I Will Not Let You Die (4)

"you--"

Bo Xuewei was furious, and went forward to ask Bo Huan to make a theory, but was blocked by Aken. The man was about 1.8 meters tall, but with a high-pitched voice and pinched waist, he was more feminine than a woman.

"What's the matter? Bullying my artist in front of me? Thinking that I, Akon, is dead?"

Although Aken is a manager, he has a lot of resources, and people in the circle generally dare not offend him.

Bo Xuewei shrank her body and stared at Bo Huan angrily: "Our business is endless!"

She finds someone to follow her, and sooner or later she catches the man behind her.

When the time comes, let's see how proud she is!

The corner of Bo Huan's mouth twitched, and he said indifferently, "It's not that easy to end."

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When Bo Huan came home, he found Mu Bao obediently sitting on the sofa, while E·T was telling him a story.

Seeing her coming in, the little guy immediately ran to her side, pointed to the upstairs, and pursed his mouth nervously.

"What's wrong?" Bo Huan didn't understand, as if he didn't see Mu Hanchen.

Aunt Gu came out with fruit, and kindly explained: "Sir, I feel a little sick, and I didn't go to work today!"

"Ill?" Bo Huan frowned, suddenly remembered the headache he said in the morning, could it be because he stayed up late last night?
If it was because of her, the crime would be serious!

"Miss, go up and have a look?" Aunt Gu stared at her with a smile on her face, "Maybe it would be nice for Mister to see you!"

Bo Huan: "..."

She is almost becoming the magic elixir of this father and son!

"I'm going to see Dad." Bo Huan squeezed Mu Bao's chin, and said softly, "Come down immediately."

"En." Mu Bao pursed his lips, although he was reluctant to part with Bo Huan, but his father was sick, so he didn't make him angry.

Seeing Mu Bao's worried appearance, Aunt Gu comforted her softly: "Don't worry, sir will be fine."

Not nearly dying like it was years ago!
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Pushing open the door, the room was pitch black.

Bo Huan walked in, but didn't see Mu Hanchen's figure, so he tentatively said, "Mr. Mu..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to touch the switch on the wall.

At this moment, a black shadow rushed out and hugged her from back to front.

"Bo Huan." The man's voice was hurt and sounded dull: "You're finally back."

Bo Huan froze, turned around and raised her eyes to look at her face, frowning slightly: "I heard from Aunt Gu that you are sick!"

"En." Mu Han buried his head in Bo Huan's arms, his headache was about to split, "Bo Huan, my head hurts."

Ever since seeing her blood yesterday, some messy pictures kept popping up in his mind.

After she left, the pain intensified.

"Still hurting?" Bo Huan frowned, and the pain in his eyes flashed, "Did you call the doctor?"

"I hate doctors." Mu Han said in a cold voice, it was obvious that he didn't want to see a doctor.

Bo Huan was helpless, he was still in good spirits when he was sick.

"Mu Hanchen, aren't you afraid of getting injections and taking medicine?" After thinking about it, Bo Huan couldn't help curling his lips, "Mu Bao is even better than you—"

"Besides, I'll strangle you to death!" The man pushed her forward, and with a click, the two of them fell down together.

Mu Han wrapped his arms around her waist, motionless: "Press my temples."

Hearing his words, Bo Huan frowned slightly, but still raised her hand and pressed down gently.

"Call the doctor to take a look." Bo Huan said softly, "I'm not a doctor after all..."

Mu Han didn't speak, but hugged her a little tighter, "They're all quack doctors!"

Bo Huan pursed his lips helplessly, he had such a big prejudice against doctors?

The room was so quiet that Bo Huan almost fell asleep.

In a daze, she heard Mu Hanchen murmur casually: "Bo Huan, I won't let you die!"

(End of this chapter)