Bo Jinyan was buttoning his buttons when he heard the words and moved his fingertips.
Hire.
The light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.
As if awakened by something, he said calmly: "I won't get married."
He himself was living in dire straits, and he might die one day, so why bother anyone.
Feeling inexplicably irritated in his heart, he tied the last button and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
No matter how stupid Gu Luoqi was, he still noticed something was wrong.
She was not someone who liked to meddle in other people's business. She put the ointment in a bag, put it on the table, and said, "I'm going back first."
"Um."
Bo Jinyan turned his back to her, wondering what he was thinking.
When Gu Luoqi left, he thought of something and came back: "RT, an ointment that can clean away old scars."
"..." Bo Jinyan was stunned for a moment, turned around, and glanced at his back. Only then did he understand what Gu Luoqi was looking at intently just now.
He chuckled softly, his blood-lost face turned pale, and it seemed that his whole body was filled with scarlet bloody aura from his smile: "No, some of the injuries should be preserved so that you can remember them deeply."
Gu Luoqi held the doorknob, pondered for a moment, and agreed: "Yes."
The door is closed.
Bo Jinyan's smile also gradually faded. He sat slumped on the sofa, twirling his fingers in his hair, and his eyes were dark and without any light.
He touched his heart and found a conspicuous scar there.
If he had been even an inch away at that time, he would have really died.
How much pain did it feel at that time? Probably, every breath was connected to my heart, I couldn't faint, my eyes were open, and I felt helplessly that life was passing by bit by bit.
This kind of hatred is unforgettable and will never be forgotten!
…
The bus drove quietly on the road.
Gu Luoqi sat in the last row, Gu Jing Wubo's eyes fell outside the window.
Bo Jinyan became famous at a young age. At the age of 13, his father took him to the board of directors to observe a meeting. At the age of 16, when he was still in college, he took over a large project of the head office. In the face of shortage of capital chain, insufficient manpower, and unclear profit points, the industry
Even though people were extremely dissatisfied, he just led his entire team to break out of the siege and became an instant success.
Rumor has it that this project supported the head office’s profits for most of that year.
From then on, Bo Jin Inkstone became famous.
He has brains and means, and is cunning and ruthless.
Under such circumstances, it is possible to still be in danger. Think about it, there are only a few situations left.
For example, the mole.
The bigger the family, there always seems to be one or two secrets.
but……
Gu Luoqi slowly straightened up and frowned seriously.
What does this have to do with her?
She has never liked to meddle in other people's business.
What happened this time?
Until the car arrives at the stop.
Gu Luoqi didn't understand this problem either.
She carried her schoolbag on one shoulder, got out of the car, and walked slowly home.
Curious?
Or... care?
"No, let go!"
A girl's scream suddenly came.
Gu Luoqi frowned, walked along the place where the sound originated, and saw a petite girl being held in the arms of a middle-aged man.
The man smiled seductively and tried desperately to get his hands through her clothes.
"Xiao Lu, good Xiao Lu, you have been attracted to you for a long time. How about I buy that apartment and you become my lover. I will never treat you badly. How about I give you 20,000 yuan a month?"
Xiao Lu struggled hard, his little face full of horror; "No, no, no, Boss Lin, I won't sell it! I won't sell it, please let me go, or I'll call the police!"