Mr.Bo, Love me please be gentle!

The night was dark, but the lights were bright.

In the spacious living room, light and shadow are perfectly integrated, which also sets off the man's beautiful face like a beautiful work of art.

Especially that pair of deep pupils, like the most terrible black vortex in the sea.

Just one look.

Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment and felt the soles of her feet cold.

But she couldn't let go of her hand. Her white fingers curled up and saved the man's sleeves.

"Cold, cold pool..."

Jiang Yuan's voice trembled uncontrollably.

She was afraid that he would break away from her fingers. She was afraid that he would sweep her face without hesitation.

She was more afraid that this man completely drew a line with her.

The man strained a beautiful face, drooped his eyes, and looked coldly at the small hands on his sleeves, as if they were soft as if they were boneless.

When he looked up again, his eyes flashed like a sharp sword just out of its scabbard.

The next second, when Bo Hanchi wanted to get rid of Jiang Yuan, someone shot faster than him.

Song Li's white fingers clamped Jiang Yuan's wrist.

In fact, she can't bear it anymore. This man belongs to her at present. No one else can touch him.

"Ah --"

A scream of pain spilled out of Jiang Yuan's bright red lips without warning.

Song Li did not hesitate to get rid of Jiang Yuan. With a white little face, Song Li said sarcastically, "Miss Jiang, haven't your parents taught you? Don't peep at other people's private property. It's very immoral."

you 're right!

It's private property!

At present, in Ali's eyes, Bo Hanchi is her private property.

At the moment Song Li got rid of her, Jiang Yuan suddenly stumbled and almost sat on the ground.

Her appearance suddenly became embarrassed. Her long hair covered half of her face and her white face.

Even though she blushes her face, the paleness is still obvious.

It's like painting your cheeks with white paint.

For his being described as "private property" by the girls around him, Bo Hanchi was not angry at all. Instead, he had a little joy in his heart. He tilted his lips slightly and opened a very shallow smile.

Jiang Yuan closed his eyes shut, and stretched out his hand for a long hair. He laughed carelessly and said, "Miss Song, my marriage with chill Chi has been set down by my elders, not me, nor is he, but has the final say."

This was decided by the older generation of the yuan family and the Bo family to maintain the friendship between the two ethnic groups by marriage.

Even if today's Jiang family has long lost its former glory, as long as this contract is in place, unless Bo Hanchi doesn't want to be the owner of the Bo family, he must marry Jiang Yuan.

As soon as the voice fell, the thin cold pool's dark eyes sank instantly, like the deep sea surging by the dark tide.

Naturally, Ali didn't know the bends.

All she knew was that if anyone touched her man again, she would make it hard for him.

After a pause, Jiang Yuan continued: "by the way, as far as I know, the woman knocked down by Li Yue seems to be called Liang Rong. She is your stepmother! I specially asked someone to investigate her. Her relationship with you is not good. To be exact, it should be very bad."

"I don't understand. Miss Song is not a white lotus or a Virgin Mary. Why does she suddenly like to be nosy? Is it because you were the last person she saw before she died?"

Looking at Song Li's slightly changed face, Jiang Yuan flashed a successful calculation at the bottom of her eyes, and her heart was a little more confident.

"Miss Song, in fact, you not only saw her that night, but also talked to her for a long time! Maybe your words stimulated her so much that she was out of her mind. When she came to the intersection, she didn't pay attention to the speeding vehicles ahead."

"In fact, you are the most responsible person. If it weren't for you, Liang Rong wouldn't die."

Ali hung his head slightly, stood rigidly in place, and his fingers hanging on both sides of his thighs curled slowly.

Very hard.

The rounded fingertips are almost embedded in the tender meat of the palm.

Seeing the little white face of the girl around her, the thin cold pool's eyes sank, and a touch of dangerous breath burst out. Looking at Jiang Yuan, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, it pierced her heart.

However, Jiang Yuan smiled, and a strange smile came up at the corners of her mouth, "Han Chi, you only know that you love her. What about me? Don't you have any pity for me for so many years?"

Thin cold pool raised his head, and his narrowed eyes were as cold and sharp as an ice cone, which was nailed in her eyes all at once.

Immediately, he held her firmly in his arms and comforted her softly, "Ali, don't listen to her. She's trying to hypnotize you."

No one knows what a terrible world song Li is in at the moment. In this space, there is fog everywhere. She runs desperately, but she can't find an exit.

There seemed to be only herself here, but another voice kept calling her.

"Song Li, you killed me, you did it all..."

Because of tension and fear, fine sweat seeped from her forehead, layer by layer, and soon flowed down her forehead, drop by drop, falling on the marble floor.

Aware of the strange girl around him, Bo Hanchi narrowed his eyes coldly, and his face was so gloomy that he could almost drip water.

"Jiang Yuan, if she has something wrong, you'll wait to pay for her life."

With that, he looked around the whole yuan family again, and his thin lips aroused a numbing smile, "no, not just you, but let your whole yuan family be buried with you. I will do what I say."

At that moment, Jiang Yuan felt dizzy and weak.

She lowered her eyes, quietly bent her lips, deliberately joked and said, "don't worry, Han Chi! Miss Song is all right. I'm just kidding her. Look, I'm nervous about you."

Bo Hanchi narrowed his eyes. Facing the seemingly weak woman in front of him, he never dared to be careless.

"Wake her up, now, now."

Jiang Yuan pretended to shrug her shoulders easily, and then hit a crisp snap in Song Li's ear.

The next second, Song Li, who had been unresponsive, suddenly woke up. She half bent down and breathed heavily. The whole person looked tired, like she had just experienced a marathon.

Seeing the girl in her arms waking up, Bo Hanchi couldn't wait to ask, "Ali, how do you feel?"

"Brother Bo, I'm tired!"

"Let's go back now."

……

Jiang Yuan stood quietly.

The fingertip pierced the tender meat in the palm, and drops of blood seeped out of her palm, then flowed along the fingers, and finally gathered in the raised finger joints and fell silently.

It hurts!

Jiang Shuren is a little impatient. Anyway, she is his own daughter.

Jiang Shuren walked over, sighed slightly and said, "Yuanyuan, why do you bother? It's a big deal. I'll say sorry to the cheap girl. I won't lose a piece of meat anyway."