The two looked at each other for a long time, and many scenes flashed through Lu Jingyu's mind, all of which were scenes of getting along with Bao Sihan.
Finally, she nodded slowly, as if accepting the other person in another sense, as if she recognized the love of her life.
Bao Sihan didn't think anything else. He dipped the cotton swab in his hand into the medicine and applied it lightly on Lu Jingyu's wound.
Facing this deep scar, his eyes were serious and somewhat pious, and the movements of his hands seemed to be telling him softly and repenting of his mistakes.
Time seems to have slowed down.
after awhile.
"Is it cold?" Bao Sihan asked.
After applying the medicine, he carefully bandaged the person, keeping his eyes away from the smooth and delicate skin, without any distractions.
Lu Jingyu didn't know, so he smiled and said, "It's not cold."
But, she was able to feel the other person's tenderness.
At the same time, the Bo family's old residence.
Mr. Bo sat by the window and looked at the garden behind his house.
Late at night, the dew is heavy, and the cool breeze blows gently through the overlapping flowers, bringing with it strands of fragrant fragrance, which refreshes the nose and soothes the heart.
The old man stared at the cluster of white magnolia flowers. For some reason, he always felt a little uneasy recently.
These eyelids keep twitching.
As a result, he didn't want to take a rest at this hour, so he had to sit here and admire the flowers to kill some time.
The housekeeper noticed the light coming from the crack in the door. He opened the door and came in. When he saw it, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "You are sitting by the window wearing such thin clothes. You are in need of health."
In fact, the old house has already installed a heating system, so as long as I stay in the house, I don't feel cold at all.
He just loves to worry!
When the old man heard the movement behind him, he retracted his thoughts, raised his eyebrows and spoke to the housekeeper.
"It's okay. I know my body well and it's strong."
The old man answered again.
"At least we can still suppress these people."
The housekeeper smiled, walked to him, closed the window, and echoed: "Yes... as long as you are here, those people will not dare to mess around." Then he continued to persuade, "You are in good health.
We can’t torment ourselves either. How old are we all? It’s very cold at night, what if we catch wind chill?”
Mr. Bo narrowed his eyes and retorted, "With my current body, I can more than take care of my two sons!"
The housekeeper helped him sit on the sofa and nodded: "Yes, yes, it's more than enough."
But he knew in his heart that the old man refused to obey him, but no son would dare to fight back.
"You sit down too, I can't sleep, let's talk." Mr. Bo waved to someone.
The butler nodded and sat across from him, neither humble nor arrogant, with a calm expression.
The two of them are regarded as the master and the butler. In fact, everyone in the Bo family knows that they are close friends, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are relatives.
The housekeeper became friends with the old man when he was young, and they worked together to conquer the country.
They were like-minded and spent half their lives to establish the Bo Group in Beicheng, to appear in the eyes of the upper class, and to lead the Bo Group to develop better and better.
Later, when Mr. Bo reached old age and had an outstanding grandson like Bo Sihan, he was willing to hand over the Bo family.
The butler also retired and finally took charge of the inner court in the old house of the Bo family. It can be said that he has been with Mr. Bo for most of his life.
It is rare to have a close friend in life, which is probably enough to describe the two of them.
The housekeeper has watched it for so many years and knows it very well.