Mr.Bo, Love me please be gentle!

Wine is a good thing.

It makes people more daring and can also arouse the deepest thoughts in their hearts, such as Ali's peeping at her brother bo

It happened that there was an eventful autumn again.

In the evening, ah Yi told his young master everything he saw and guessed, including Liang Rong's meeting with song Li before the car accident, as well as the conflict between ah Li and Jiang Shuren. Finally, Ji Wei helped her solve the Siege

No one knows how strong Bo Hanchi's reaction was when he heard this!

I want to tie her around and look at her all the time.

After a pause, Bo Hanchi continued, "Ali, you didn't do anything wrong. The car accident is just an accident. It has nothing to do with you. You don't need to feel guilty or blame yourself."

"And that child, she is not your responsibility and burden."

At this moment, Ali's tense mood relaxed, and she was paralyzed in the man's arms.

The tears in my eyes poured out like a flood breaking the embankment.

"No! It's my fault. I want Liang Rong to die in my private heart. I let song Jingye divorce Liang Rong because I hate her. I want to see her down like a beggar at the bottom."

When she said this, her red eyes were full of hatred.

Her mother's death had something to do with her. Even if all the evidence pointed to Liang Qi, she knew better than anyone. If Liang Rong didn't show her desire to be superior, how could Liang Qi start?

Despite this, she still couldn't bear it and watched Liang Rong die in front of her.

It's all blood.

Red as a Chimonanthus in the corner.

"I clearly promised her that as long as she told me what I wanted to know, I would protect her and little sissy, but in the end, I kicked her out. If I could keep her..."

Ali screwed up his eyebrows tightly. His mind was full of pictures of Liang Rong lying in a pool of blood.

Scarlet blood, large tracts.

The girl in front of her looked depressed. Her white face was as white as paper. Her eyes, which were originally clear and thorough, became empty and deserted at the moment, just like a wasteland in winter.

He was dead.

Bo Hanchi felt a pain in his heart and hugged her tightly. He had never felt regret and guilt. If he didn't let her leave, if he could always follow her, if

However, no amount of time can be reversed.

Bo Hanchi bowed his head and kissed her soft hair tip with a low and gentle tone: "Ali, it's not your fault, it's not your fault, don't take everything on yourself."

Ali was silent, leaned quietly against his chest, and his wet eyes closed slowly.

yes!

It's not her fault!

That's Liang Rong's retribution!

She kept telling herself that this was Liang Rong's retribution. She did too many bad things

Seeing the girl's mood stabilized in his arms, Bo Hanchi's hanging heart finally fell back to his chest. He hung his eyes and still held her tightly, reluctant to let go.

But I didn't say anything.

For a while, Ali raised his head. A pair of beautiful apricot eyes were filled with water vapor. He looked at the man in front of him. His voice was soft and waxy: "brother Bo, I'm sleepy..."

"OK, let's go to bed now."

Thin cold pool light convergence eyes color, thin lips evoke a good-looking radian.

Ali grinned, half narrowed his eyes, smiled and smiled awkwardly, "I, my legs cramp and can't walk."

Thin cold pool was stunned for a moment, and the sword eyebrow twisted slightly, "leg cramp?"

The girl flattened her mouth, nodded wrongfully on her face, and said pitifully, "Oh, my leg cramps. It hurts..."

Ali was afraid of pain. Bo Hanchi knew it, so as soon as the voice fell, he had picked up Ali and said, "go to bed first and rub it for you later."

Ali let out a faint sigh, and a small white face flushed slightly.

She lifted her eyelids, glanced at the man holding her secretly from the corner of her eyes, frowned slightly and silently lamented in her heart: will brother Bo think I pretended on purpose?

Ali bit his lip and sighed bitterly.

Soon, Bo Hanchi came to the big bed with the girl in his arms and gently put her down.

"Does it still hurt?"

He asked softly.

Ali nodded pitifully, her eyes reddened, "it hurts." then she pointed to her calf, "it hurts here!"

The man squatted down by the bed, holding her cramped calf with his left hand and rubbing it gently with his right hand.

"It hurts!"

Ali immediately gave a soft cry, and the fiber eyebrows were tightly screwed together. He subconsciously wanted to retract his lower legs, but he didn't want to be held tightly by the man's generous palm.

She endured the pain, stared at him angrily, and whispered, "don't touch there, it hurts!"

Bo Hanchi raised his head, sighed helplessly, then slowly released his hand and said softly, "Ali, wait for me in the room for a while. I'll get the medicine oil now."

"Do you want to rub it?"

The girl drew back her legs and looked at him eagerly with her beautiful eyes wet.

On this pair of watery apricot eyes, thin cold pool's throat tightened, Zhan black eyes, suddenly dark, and his voice unconsciously became low: "then tell me, do you still have cramps in your calf?"

The girl hung her head with a guilty conscience. She didn't even look at the man around her. She replied dryly, "a little."

"Wait, I'll be back in a minute."

"Oh."

……

However, only a few minutes later, when Bo Hanchi returned to the room, the girl on the bed had fallen asleep, sleeping heavily, and her clothes were thrown aside at will.

Breathing is slow and long.

A small white face against the soft light looked particularly haggard.

The man looked at the medicine oil in his hand, his thin lips tilted slightly, and a very good-looking radian was put on them.

He strode over and put the medicine oil on the bedside table.

Looking at the girl sleeping in the past, Bo Hanchi's body tightened and his raised Adam's apple rolled slightly. He couldn't help bending over and falling a kiss as light as a cicada's wing on the corner of her mouth.

After a pause, he couldn't help scraping the tip of her nose. His action was soft, like touching the most beautiful treasure in the world.

For a while, Bo Hanchi smiled helplessly and whispered, "little girl, you really can torture people."

The girl slept soundly and didn't give one at all.

He could not help bending the corners of his lips, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, and turned to the study next door.

"Yi Xu, how's your work going?"