He looked up at Geng Mo, with such a pale face, so helpless, miserable, sad, guilty, and collapsed eyes that instantly turned into ice rain and hit his heart in big drops. He looked at her and felt very sad.
Hard, very hard. Why didn't she refute? The bloodshot lips and the trembling eyes that were about to drip with dew melted away in front of her, turning into a wisp of smoke that could no longer be grasped or seen clearly.
.
that night
He drank the water she handed him, then the lights went out and his body began to burn.
that night
He kissed her lips, it was cool but there was no smell of alcohol.
that night
He entered her world, she gasped in pain, her fingers tightly grasped her arm, and the suppressed pain and passion turned into soft vines on his arm like flower vines.
that night
At the peak of his love, he whispered in her ear: I want to give you all the happiness in the world.
that night
She didn't call his name, she just entangled him fiercely and charmingly like a snake.
that night
That night, Bo Chen closed his eyes helplessly, and there were a thousand needles in his head pricking his nerves.
"I have evidence." Pang Yayuan's voice was as cold as a blade, gleaming with cold light.
Holding Geng Mo's hand, he suddenly felt as if all his strength had been taken away. Bo Chen felt that the world was spinning, and something suddenly collapsed in his heart.
The eyes are closed, rejecting the light, and darkness is spreading.
Elegant eyelashes!
My sin has finally been punished!
Jian Feng also said with mocking eyes: "Perhaps according to the seniority in the family, I should call me sister.
"She is the language of flowers."
"If you want to marry my sister, shouldn't you do it step by step?"
"The eldest lady of the 'Flower Family' should have this value, right?"
"Geng Mo is not your sister."
"It doesn't matter what your seniority is. You have no choice. The same goes for you."
"If you want, I can find any evidence."
Flower language!
It turns out that this name and this identity can really change everything.
"Chen..." She called his name, her voice full of prayer.
Opening her eyes, she found her hand on his arm. Her whole body was cold, and he was equally cold.
So hard you try not to let your feelings become overshadowed by interests, but in the end you still can't escape the fate of being taken advantage of.
The language of flowers! The language of flowers?
Can you tell me how true your feelings for me are. I am desperately trying to find you and protect you, but what does it mean to you?
"dust……"
What is the moisture in his eyes? What is the constant surge of sorrow and sorrow? Closing his eyes, Bo Chen tightly hugged Hua Yu in his arms. If this is Yalash's punishment, if this is Yayuan's injury,
If this is God's trick, if...if this is just the use of Hua Yu, then can you give him a little bit of support at this moment?
"Bo Chen." Pang Yayuan watched in surprise from behind Bo Chen as he embraced Hua Yu. Isn't he angry? Doesn't he feel angry?
"If you don't believe it, you can watch the CD and start..."
"Why should I believe it!" Bai Chen's cold voice revealed no more emotion.
"I have evidence." Pang Yayuan emphasized in disbelief.
But all he got in exchange was Bo Chen's cold back and disdainful ridicule.
"Do Jian Fengyi and Pang Tongde know you are here?"
Pang Yayuan took a step back. She looked at Bo Chen's back and saw a monster.
"What a stupid thing you did, how much effort are they going to have to clean up this mess?"
"You are simply abnormal." Pang Yayuan half-opened her mouth, completely unable to hear Bai Chen's warning words. There was something wrong with this man's head. He actually gave her such a reaction to the words she said. He loved flowers too much.
, or my head is dizzy, or...
Pang Yayuan suddenly laughed, "Bo Chen, you are so conceited and proud. How could you accept the fate of being just used and just a chess piece? Your pretending to be strong is just deceiving yourself and others."
"You made Geng Mo lose value in my heart. You made me no longer care about Geng Mo. What good will it do to your husband, your father, and your plan?" Bo Chen turned around, with a second look on his face.
Once there appeared a cold and violent anger.
Pang Yalash was forced to take several steps back by Bo Chen's words. Yes, she did this completely regardless of the overall situation and was irrational. But she just wanted to hurt her severely. She just wanted to make Bo Chen and Hua Yu suffer. She didn't want to care about any plans, she
The only thought in his head right now is to break the fairy tale that Bo Chen displayed in front of him - the fairy tale of love!
"Li Li, go hold down Bo Chen." Pang Yayuan's eyes were deeper and colder. She turned around and picked up a glass bottle that had been knocked to the ground just now.
The bodyguard who supported her looked troubled, yes! Pang Yayuan did not get any approval from Jian Fengyi. If something really happened, how would he explain it?
"Li Li!" Pang Yayuan yelled at the hesitant bodyguard beside her.
"Madam, I'd better report to the gang leader first..." Before she could finish her words, Pang Yayuan rushed out like a madman and pulled away the tightly held hands of Bo Chen and Hua Yu. But how can a woman's strength be compared with that of a man?
Moreover, Bo Chen was furious, and he had no intention of appeasing Pang Yayuan's harm to him or Hua Yu.
She stretched out her hand to block and push, and Pang Yayuan's whole body was thrown out. She had no support or support, and there were shards of broken glass under her feet. Unable to steady her fall, she fell to the ground. She subconsciously searched for it with her hands.
Support only resulted in wet and bloody hands.
"Ah." Countless broken pieces of glass pierced into the flesh at the same time and scratched across the arm. Staring blankly at the big drops of blood, Pang Yayuan's last sanity was burned to ashes by the burning fire in her heart.
Picking up a larger glass fragment on the ground, he threw himself forward again, this time the target was Huayu.
Hurt! Hurt! Hurt!
There was only ghost-like hatred in Pang Yayuan's eyes.
What is the sound of a sharp knife piercing the body?
Pang Yayuan couldn't hear it, her hands were holding both sharpness and anger. She only saw her hands repeatedly blooming red flowers with blood in front of her eyes.
pain!
Because her hands were sharp, she hurt herself when she hurt others. The dripping water turned into coquettish thorns that pierced the softest land in her heart, and spread out pale dead branches.
She was pushed away and once again fell onto the broken glass. Her fingers still clenched the blood-colored glass as she stiffly repeated the piercing action.
"Pang Yayuan!" A roar finally shook her back to her thoughts. She looked up and saw Jian Fengyi at the door who looked angry and incredulous.
"Feng Yi!" She murmured to herself, and then saw a piece of blood in her hand. When her finger twitched, the transparent blood instantly shattered on the ground.
"No!" The shrill wailing was the voice of Huayu.
When she looked up, she saw Bo Chen lying in Hua Yu's arms covered in blood. Didn't she stab Hua Yu? How did she become Bo Chen? She didn't have time to think about it. She felt a pain in her abdomen and her whole body had been stabbed by Jian Feng Yi.
He kicked hard and rolled over with blood on the glass shards.
"Stupid woman." Jian Fengyi said each word with a cold voice filled with rare resentment.
"Li Li, call the doctor from the gang and remember to ask him to bring plasma."
"Bo Chen." Jian Feng also frowned and rushed forward to help the body that collapsed on the ground: "What's your blood type?"
Bo Chen smiled, very weakly, but with relief and relief.
"Bo Chen, if you die, Geng Mo will be of no use to me. If you die, you will just hold her back." Jian Feng also flattened his body and threatened him coldly.
Bo Chen still smiled, and the curve of his mouth became deeper and deeper. He opened his eyes to look at Hua Yu who was kneeling on the ground. The tears running down her face must be for him this time.
"Flower language." He called her name, hoping he didn't call it wrong again this time.
"I'm sorry." Shaking her head, Hua Yu pressed her hand on Bai Chen's sticky wound that was constantly overflowing with red. The warmth passing between his fingers was his life. He knew clearly that he was just using him to hit Pang Yalash, but he still had no hesitation.
Use your life to protect yourself.
evil!
She is the truly evil person, and the real murderer of Bo Chen is not Pang Yayuan, but her.
"You'll be fine." Hua Yu's tears fell on Bai Chen's face, winding into a shallow stream. The skin that touched her finally gained warmth and was no longer cold.
"Have you ever loved me?" His hand wanted to wipe away the tears on her face, but he was unable to do so. In the end, he just managed to grab Huayu's wrist where the jasmine vine had been stabbed.
There were more tears in Huayu's eyes. She wanted to say "love", but there were only broken cries in her struggling throat.
"I love you, Hua Yu." Closing his eyes, Bo Chen no longer made things difficult for Hua Yu. He knew what she meant. He really wanted to hear Hua Yu give him a positive answer, even if it was just deception. The tangled pain in his heart was not
The bleeding wound came from the girl who was unwilling to say "love" to him until she died.
Elegant eyelashes!
This is the punishment of sin. I have failed you, so I am destined to be let down by the one I love.
"Bo Chen, you'd better not fall asleep. What I said is not a threat. If you die, I will use a meat grinder to mince both of your bones and feed them to the dogs." The tone was harsh, cold and bloodthirsty.
Jian Fengyi, you never imagined that your plan would be ruined in the hands of your own woman.
Opening his eyes with difficulty, Bo Chen looked at Jian Fengyi mockingly. His angry face gradually turned into a pale mist.
"Chen..." The hand pressing on the wound seemed to be pressing harder, but Bo Chen felt no pain, and his body began to slowly become numb. He tried hard to open his eyes wide, but the feeling of fatigue came over him like a tide.
"Flower language." He shouted her name loudly, using all his strength, but even he couldn't listen carefully.
Hua Yu put her ear closer, and her other hand grasped Bo Chen's hand that was holding her wrist.
"One last request."
"It's not the last." The burning tears dripped onto Bo Chen's lips, but they had a sweet aftertaste.
"I... want... a real... memory." Bo Chen tried his best to stretch his arm out in front of Hua Yu's eyes. There were still a few thin scratches on it. The protruding scars had fallen away and had calmed down.
The healed traces only have a light white color on the wrists and arms. The twinkling light in Bo Chen's eyes has dimmed, but the nostalgic and pleading smile at the corner of his mouth is stronger.
"Hua...yu..." His voice was a little anxious, and he opened and closed it several times before spitting out her name. After heavy breathing, only thin breathing remained.
Hua Yu raised her hand. She didn't have the habit of growing her nails. However, in the more than ten days since she was caught in the "Pang family", her nails had grown longer. Her fingers groped for the marks on Bo Chen's arms, and her tears fell like rain outside the window.
more violent.
She closed her eyes and couldn't hold back the tears. She pressed her fingers hard, and the slowly overflowing blood and damage remained on Bo Chen's arm and in her heart. It burned with pain and eventually became a wound that would never heal.