If you don't get a divorce, do you plan to return your life?"
Bo Zhanye paused in his steady steps, did not turn around, and only said with a cold and noble step:
"I will divorce Xiaoxi before twelve o'clock. I hope you can prepare yourself."
Then, he walked away with a long stride.
That cold breath is colder than the rainy air!
The four words "be prepared" seem to carry a deep and dangerous aura.
Bai Guan'er stood there, her frail figure trembling again and again.
Why does she have a bad feeling?
...
Wedding villa.
Bo Zhanye carried Fu Xixi directly into the bathroom: "You take a shower first, and after changing clothes, I will treat the wounds on your face."
Fu Xixi looked at his noble back. The rain had also wetted his white shirt, and the silk fabric clung to his body, vaguely revealing his muscle curves.
She shouted: "Don't you wash it? You'll catch a cold."
Bo Zhanye paused for a moment, then returned: "Then let's wash together."
As soon as he finished speaking, he unbuttoned his buttons and belt, making a series of elegant and smooth movements.
Fu Xixi: "..."
Is that what she meant?
However, what surprised her was that Bo Zhanye was very fast throughout the process. He finished washing, put on his clothes and walked out in just a few minutes.
He never glanced at her from beginning to end, and he didn't think anything wrong about her.
Fu Xixi breathed a sigh of relief and sighed inexplicably.
He became serious, which made her uncomfortable.
You must be angry, right?
After changing her clothes, she stepped out and saw him sitting on the sofa in the room with the ointment ready. His aloof and cold posture seemed to be waiting for her not the medicine, but the teacher's stick.
"Um...are you angry?"
Bo Zhanye raised his lips coldly and asked, "Do you think I should be angry?"
If you look like this, you are angry!
Fu Xixi sat over and explained: "I didn't lose the fight either. It was you who came to hold me back, which caused my miscalculation. Otherwise, she would not be my opponent at all."
Bo Zhanye looked at her proud look, and the corners of his lips twitched: "You still feel proud? Fighting is glorious?
You just had an operation and you just recovered from a faint. You went to fight with others in the rain. You didn't know that your health was bad? Take care of it?
You don’t care about your body, I do.”
To accuse, to be harsh, to criticize.
Fu Xixi looked at him, like a veteran cadre or professor who hates the inability to make steel. He was not aggrieved at all, but felt a sweetness in his heart.
She hugged his shoulders directly: "Oh, don't be angry, don't you think I'm okay? I'm not Sister Lin, how can I be so fragile?
Besides, being angry will hurt your body. You don’t care about your body, I do~~”
Bo Zhanye: "..."
She is really helpless!
Looking at her pleasing and well-behaved face, she softened after all: "Don't do that kind of thing again in the future."
"Okay! Husband!" Fu Xixi beamed.
Somehow, the thought of him beating the white guan'er for her made her very happy and enjoyable.
"Still laughing?" Bo Zhanye pressed her face: "I really owed you my last life."
Fu Xixi does not deny this. He is the best husband. He will solve problems for her and protect her at all times.
In this life, she owes him.
"Husband, if we don't get a divorce, why don't you marry Bai Guan'er?"
Bo Zhanye paused slightly while applying the ointment, and his unusually dark and handsome eyes were locked on Fu Xixi, with too much reason and thinking in them: